Mother of 12 Bastards.

Sushila

Sushila's POV.

I was very angry with my father who got me married to a person who worked as a waiter . How could I  sleep with the person to whom my father used to give a large tips.

When I saw him for the first time when he came to live in our locality, I had this notion that I had seen  him earlier. But couldn't place exactly where untill Meenal pointed out that she saw him at hotel Oberoi.

I didn't open the door at night for my daddy. Let him go and sleep in his clinic.

In the morning I came down from my room. It was 10 am. Still there was no sign of daddy. I thought that he must be checking his patients.

I saw the news paper pushed inside from the space at the bottom of our front door. I picked it up and wanted to put it on daddy's study table for him to read as and when he arrived at home.

While putting it on his table my attention was drawn to my daddy's picture. I opened the newspaper . There was the headline, The famous heart specialist dies of heartattack.
It was followed by a summary of daddy's work as a heart specialist.
It said that he was the best heart specialist of the city. He had cured number of patients who had  critical problems.
It was sad that he had to die with the massive heart attack at his only daughter's wedding. His son in law rushed him to the hospital but of no avail. Poor fellow was doing everything all alone.
Where was Dr. Dilip Khare's daughter when he had an attack?

I threw the paper down.
I opened the tv. for the news. All the channels were flashing the news about my daddy.

Tears started rolling down my eyes when I came to know the time of his heart attack. It was the same time when I had confronted him.

God... it seems that my tantrums had ultimately killed my daddy. He took care of me all alone. He didn't marry after my mother's demise. He thought the step mother would treat me badly.  

Wait.. then who was ringing my doorbell at night?

He must be Sushant my  husband. I opened my phone to call him. I was flbergasted to see that he had called 11 times.

In my wrath I had turned my phone on switch off, thinking my daddy would definitely call me and didn't want to talk to him.

I slumped on the floor and cried loudly like a small child. I realised that I was an orphan , having nobody to look after me.

My phone started ringing. It was Sushant on the other end.

"Hello."

"Sushila are you ok." Sushant's voice was full of concern.

"How can I be ok Sushant. I had lost the only person in my life making me an orphan."

There was silence at the other end.

"Don't ever say that please. I am there for you now and will be there for you always. Who knows better than me that how one feels as an orphan....? "

His voice sounded very sad.

After a while he said , "I am coming to take you to my place. Please pack your things and be ready."

He gave me half an hour's time.  He was at my doorstep  to take me to his home.

I opened the door and he entered. I still needed to pack so I asked him to wait.

It took almost half an hour more to pack my things. He sat patiently in the drawing room till then.

When he saw me coming down with my two suitcases , he rushed to take them.