Ruhi's tiny footsteps padded through the quiet house as she tiptoed towards her fathers' room. The soft glow of a nightlight illuminated her path, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to dance in rhythm with her anxious heartbeat.
As Ruhi approached the closed door, she could hear murmurs of affection and the occasional giggle. She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to disturb her fathers. However, the remnants of her unsettling nightmare compelled her to seek the comfort of their presence.
With a small, determined knock on the door, Ruhi called out in her sweet voice, "Papa, baba, mujhe darr lag raha hai."
Inside the room, Shubman and Ishan were wrapped up in each other, lost in a moment of intimacy. The unexpected knock interrupted their shared laughter, and they exchanged surprised glances.
Shubman, quickly pulling a sheet over them, called out cautiously, "Kaun hai?"
Ruhi's soft voice responded, "Papa baba, mujhe apke paas sona hai. Bhoot aa raha hai mere sapno mein."
Ishan, his heart already reaching out to their daughter, reassured her, "Aa jao, Ruhi. Hum yahan hain." He exchanged a knowing glance with Shubman, their playful moments forgotten as concern etched their faces.
Shubman chuckled nervously, "Hum bas thoda busy the, Ruhi.aap thoda intezaar karte na."
Ruhi, unbothered by the nature of their busyness, pushed the door open with her small hands. "Mujhe daarr lag raha hai," she repeated, her eyes wide with innocence.
Shubman and Ishan, now scrambling to cover themselves properly, exchanged amused glances mixed with parental concern. Shubman reassured her, "Aa jao, beta. Hum yahin hain."
Ruhi climbed onto the bed, seeking refuge between her fathers. Ishan, tenderly brushing away the strands of hair from her face, asked, "Kyun dar lag raha hai, Ruhi?"
Ruhi nestled into Ishan's arms, her eyes fixed on the warmth and safety her fathers provided. "Woh bhoot mujhe pakad lega," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine fear.
Shubman, now wrapped in a sheet like a makeshift cape, chuckled softly. "Arre baba, hum yahin hain na apke saath. Bhoot kya cheez hai?"
Ishan, planting a gentle kiss on Ruhi's forehead, added, "Bhoot voot kuch nahi hota. Hum apke saath hain, aur apke papa hain na, jo har bhoot ko bhaga dete hain."
Ruhi's anxious expression softened, and she clutched onto Ishan's shirt. "Promise?"
Shubman extended his hand, forming a trio with Ruhi and Ishan. "Promise, princess. Ab so jao, hum sab yahan hain."
As they settled back into the embrace, the room echoed with Ruhi's relieved sigh.
As Ruhi nestled deeper into the warmth of her fathers' embrace, Shubman and Ishan began to sing softly, their voices blending harmoniously with the gentle melody of "Chandaniya Lori." Their soothing lullaby filled the room, wrapping Ruhi in a cocoon of love and comfort.
"Chandaniya Lori Lori Lori
Lori Lori Lori
Lori Lori Lori
Lori Lori Lori…"
The melodic notes floated through the air, casting a spell of tranquility over the room. Shubman's deep voice resonated with tenderness, while Ishan's melodious tones added a touch of warmth to the melody.
"Chandaniya Chhup Jaana Re
Chhan Bhar Ko Luk Jaana Re
Nindiya Aankhon Mein Aaye
Bitiya Meri So Jaaye
Hmm Mm…
Nindiya Aankhon Mein Aaye
Bitiya Meri So Jaaye"
As they sang, Shubman gently rocked Ruhi in his arms, his touch as gentle as a whisper. Ishan's fingers traced soothing patterns on Ruhi's back, eliciting a contented sigh from their daughter.
"Leke God Mein Sulaao
Gaao Raat Bhar Sunaao
Main Lori Lori
Ho Main Lori Lori"
The lyrics of the lullaby carried a promise of protection and love, echoing the unbreakable bond between father and daughter. With each verse, Ruhi's eyelids grew heavier, her breathing slowing down to the rhythm of their song.
Shubman and Ishan continued to sing, their voices filled with an overwhelming sense of love and devotion. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their family, they found solace in each other's presence.
As the final notes of the lullaby faded into the night, Ruhi drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of love and security. And in the quiet embrace of the night, Shubman and Ishan held onto each other, grateful for the gift of their precious daughter and the love that bound them together.
As Ruhi surrendered to sleep, her tiny form nestled between Shubman and Ishan, a wave of emotions washed over the fathers. They exchanged a tender glance, their eyes reflecting the depth of their love and the weight of their responsibilities.
Shubman's voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, his words infused with love and gratitude. "Ishu, dekha na, Ruhi kitni pyaari hai. Humara bacha kitna masoom hai."
Ishan nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Haan, Shub, woh hamari zindagi ka sabse bada gift hai. Uski muskurahat se humein itni khushi milti hai."
They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound filling the room the soft breathing of their daughter. Ruhi's innocent presence was a reminder of the beauty and fragility of life, and Shubman and Ishan felt a surge of protectiveness swell within them.
Shubman's voice quivered as he spoke again, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "Pata hai Ishu, kabhi kabhi main darta hoon. Darta hoon ki kuchh ho na jaaye Ruhi ko."
Ishan reached out, gently squeezing Shubman's hand in reassurance. "Shub, hum dono hain na. Hum Ruhi ki har musibat mein uske saath khade rahenge. Uski protection humara farz hai."
A tear slipped down Shubman's cheek as he leaned into Ishan's comforting embrace. "Tum saath hai na, Ishu, yeh ehsaas mujhe himmat deta hai. Tu meri sabse badi taakat hai."
Ishan pressed a kiss to Shubman's forehead, his own eyes moist with emotion. "Hum hamesha saath rahenge, Shub. Humari pyaar ki kahani mein Ruhi ka saath humein aur bhi majboot banata hai."
That moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love and the innocence of their daughter, Shubman and Ishan found solace in each other's arms. Together, they knew they could weather any storm and overcome any obstacle, for their bond was unbreakable, their love eternal.
