𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙

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* "Hello...Cheeku... Delhi aa jaa , tere papa ki tabiyat kuch theek nahi hai aur woh bohot keh rahe hai tujhe bulane ko" saroj said over the phone and waited patiently for reply , but there was no reply other then a *hmm...* and the phone hung up !

"Papa abb bas abb aur nahi app choose kar lo ya toh woh yaha rahenge ya mai ....

*silence*

App ki khamoshi ne appka jawab de diya papa.......*a lone tear slips from a teenager's eyes which he wipes away harshly before leaving the room*

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*honk ... honk*

Virat was bought back to the real world from the cab horn . He looked around himself to find him sitting in a cab almost in the middle of the city .

It was mid afternoon around 2 pm and roads of Delhi were bustling with croud . Coming back to his sense an 18 year old young virat slowly pulled down the windows of his car , taking out his face he took a good look of the city when the slightly cold wind hit his face .

It was almost end of September 2021 and the weather these days was at its absolute best . Virat liked this feeling , the feeling of being at your home especially when you feel something like this after a long time .....ahh 2 years and 20 days to be specific, but what could be done, leaving home was his own decision afterall and he did not regret his decision at all . But everybody has the right to miss the comfort house bring in to us isn't it ??

And so Virat too missed his home , but now when he was finally going back to his home , his safe place , something in the back of his mind was stopping him . He was actually very nervous to meet his mom , his father and to meet HIM !
For the first time in his life he felt anxious.  Virat was a really brave and outspoken guy but today he was nervous, really really nervous but he can't do anything . It was for his father that he had to return and if not for him he wouldn't have ever returned to this place .

Delhi was the place virat has his best memories with but at the same time he had his worst memories in Delhi too and unfortunately the scars given by this city were too harsh to be healed by the the soft smiles this city brought on his face .

But thinking it now was of no use coz he was back here . Back to the same old roads , same old house everything was just same ! The only thing changed here was his RELATIONS , uggh....let's no even go there .

Virat was in deep thoughts moving down the memory lane when the driver suddenly stopped the car , his heart started thumping , and his forehead started feeling sweaty all of a sudden.
With a slightly shaking hand he pulled out a tablet grabbing the bottle next to him he gulped the tablet , closing his eyes for a minute he went back to the series of events

* "jaana jaroori hai cheeku , kaise rahega tu waha akele ?"

Saroj aunty said getting all emotional as his 16 years old kis decided to leave the house for following his passion (or this is what she thinks of)

"Maa app kyu senti ho rahe ho mai karta rahunga na aapko call pakka , aur apna dhyan bhi rakhunga pakka , abb chalo smilee..."

Virat said in his ever-so- cheerful voice but this time there was a lot of pain subsiding beside the voice which apparently everyone failed to notice .

"Dhayn rakhna appna aur call karte rehena"  MS , his brother said as he moved forward to hug him , but the hug was no more the same , it was rather cold (or that's what mahi thought)

Virat just patted his back lightly and moved to his father bending to touch his feet, virat didn't spare a single glance of him in all these while , and just left the house silently leaving behind a father who was looking at his son with soo longing filled in his eyes . But what's done is done and no one can change it .

As soon as the jeep started a lone tear rolled down from all four's eyes but they were too occupied in their head to wipe that off . *

Coming out of the memory lane virat finally stood in front of the main gate which appeared a lot different from when he saw it for the last time and why not his brother was an international player now and they .....or him(MSD) to be precise have a lot of money now .

Mustering all of the courage he had in him he raised up his hand and knocked the door , patiently waiting for someone to answer .

In a minute or two the door was pushed open and it was his mother on the door . As soon as she saw him there were happy tears glistering her eyes , and a sudden relief washer over her face and in no time he was engulfed into the safest arms of the world .

That hug felt nice , he felt so warm after a lot of days and he loved it . He wanted to be in this arm for forever . Breaking the hug his mother lovingly kissed his forehead , scanning her slightly wrinkled hands over his face adoring her son completely. 

And that's when virat had a close look of her , she seemed so similar yet so changed , her hairs have grown a bit white and forehead a bit wrinkled but still her ever-so-loving smile hadn't changed even a bit and that's what mattered to him

"Abb kya Bahar hi khada rahega ? Aa andar chal " Saroj said leading him into the house . Virat nodded forcing a smile on his nervous face and moved into the house scanning around noticing how much change has been done and it was just a lot to take in altogether .

"Kitna patla ho gaya hai , khana nahi dete kya wahan tujhe theek se" She asked as both of them sat on the sofa and virat just smiled slightly , it was the same question she had been asking him everything both of them vedio called and he answered it the same every time , this was their constant .

He was smiling amd busy enjoying the warmth of his house when suddenly someone came into the room , virat looked up and the smile on his face slowly wiped off .......

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That's it for today . Will see you soon till then BE SAFE AND HAPPY READING.

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