Paayal - His Scarred Butterfly ✅

45 - A NOSTALGIC OUTING

மனசெல்லாம் மழையே
நனைகிறேன் உயிரே!
(My heart is filled with rain,
I am drenched, Oh my soul!)

"Maa... Papa...Are you here?" Diya's crying voice and recurrent knocks on the door reached Paayal's ears and stirred her out of the sleep.

"My baby is crying," Paayal gasped, jumping out of the bed and she was about to rush out, the motherhood causing a restlessness. But she halted her movement when she realised she was naked. She and Krishna were awake till early morning and fell asleep a few hours back only. She immediately turned her eyes to the wall clock. It was morning 9.

"My baby may be hungry," She thought restlessly and replied softly while her hands grabbed a kurti to wear, "Chellakutty, Yes. We are here. I am coming to feed you. We just thought of playing with you. That's why we left you in your uncle's room as a part of the game. Stop crying and count ten. The door will open automatically like magic. It's a game,"

"Oh," Diya nodded, her cry subsiding, and started counting with her little fingers, "One, Two, Three, Five, Four, Eight, Six, Eleven, Nine,..."

Meanwhile, Paayal was frustrated with her brassiere hook. In addition to that, her hair was messy, The jasmine flowers in her head were crushed, the kumkum in her forehead was smudged. She realised she can't go out before bathing, and rushed to Krishna. He was in a slumber, undisturbed by the world around him. She shook his shoulder vigorously. "Krishna, wake up,"

He flinched, his eyelids fluttering. All he could notice was a blurred view of naked Paayal in front of him. He murmured, his eyes ready to shut again, "I understand you are eager for the next round. But, we already did it four times, and it's a kind of overdose. Our curious minds may be eager. But, our body will be crushed if we keep on having sex. Sex is just a way of expressing love. Not the love itself to be immersed in it always. Let's take at least a day break from it now. Let us sleep now,"

"Oh God! Lecturing even in his sleep!" She rolled her eyes, shaking his shoulder more vigorously. "Get up. Diya is crying. Wear your clothes and go to her."

That was enough to trigger his fatherhood. That fatherhood was enough to chase away all the tiredness. "What? Is she crying?" He gasped, getting up immediately and jumped out of the bed. He slipped inside his clothes within seconds and rushed out while adjusting his disheveled hair.

"Krishna, Wait.." She rushed to him and wiped the smudged kumkum from his chin while her vigilant eyes scanned any other traces of kumkum in his face anxiously.

But he chuckled, "I like this anxiousness which was caused by our little Diya. It is thrilling,"

She smiled with a frown. "Go now," and added, "Don't take her inside the room now itself. The room is messy. Let me clean the bed and let me bathe. You feed her."

He nodded. She hided herself inside the bathroom as she had no clothes on her. Krishna turned the doorknob and swung it open.

Diya looked up with a whimper, her big doe eyes carrying a mix of innocence and yearning. She stretched her little hands up to him, indicating to lift her, seeking her father's reassuring embrace. "Papa, I don't like this game. Be with me always," She snivelled.

Krishna's heart melted. He immediately lifted her in his arms. Though he didn't understand what game she was talking about, he replied affectionately, "Achoo! My Kuttima didn't like this game ah? Okay. Let's not play this game anymore." He walked towards the hall.

"Hmm," She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder, finding a solace in his arms.

A warm smile played on his lips as he caressed her hair. "Brushed your teeth?" He asked.