Haasil- Never Give Up On Love

PART- 91 (Birthday Gift)

Small update!!!

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SIDHARTH POV

"Happy birthday Sidharth." Sana's father and Ms. Divya, wish me, when the clock shows Twelve O'clock.

"Thanks, D-dad." I say with little hesitation.

It's been almost a week that he asked me to call him 'Dad', and he calls me 'son' rather than call me by my name. I feel really awkward to call him 'Dad', and when he calls me 'son'. Because, he is hardly fifteen years older than me. Just fifteen.

Jeez!

"Try to adjust with it, son." He smirks, teasing me.

I nod. "And. Thank you, Ms. Divya."

She gives a disapproval look, "This is not done. You call him, Dad. But me Ms. Divya? That's unfair to me."

I smile at her cute complaint, "What do you want me to call you then?"

"What Sana calls me." We all become emotional about the mention of her name.

I look at her with a sad smile. "You want to call me Mum?"

This will be weird. She is hardly Seven to Eight years older than me.

"Yes," Her voice sounds desperate. As is she getting desperate to hear 'Mum' from Sana's sweet voice.

"I miss her calling me Mum." She admits. "I'll be happy if you call me by that name. I will feel my Sana is calling me."

We all get emotional. At least, Ms. Divya and I.

She continues, "After all, you're her other half. Aren't you, Sidharth?"

I feel like crying right now. But I somehow controlled, at their presence.

"Yes. Mum." It did feel weird to me. But when I saw her smiling for the first time in a month, it didn't feel weird anymore.

"I got something for you," She says, giving me a gift bag.

"It wasn't needed Mum." This time that name comes naturally to me. And she smiles again.

"Keep it." She forcefully give it to me. "It has something that belongs to Sana. I hope you will like it."

"Of course, I will." I say in a heartbeat.

"Sure, you will."

I don't know what its content, but this time I gladly accepted her gift and hugged the bag. "Thank you Mum."

Seeing me like this they both smiled.

"What do you want from me, Son?" He asks, teasing me again.

"I want your help in taking my revenge, Dad." I say, without thinking much.

He smiles proudly and pat on my shoulder, "That's my son."

"Good night, Sidharth."

"Good night,"

As they both left her room, I concentrated on Sana, who is still sleeping peacefully right now.

"Won't you wish me, Princess?" I say, with a bittersweet smile.

"I need a birthday present from you. Will you give me that?" I ask holding her hand to kiss her palm.

I kiss her palm. "You."

My eyes fall on the gift bag given by her Mum. I quickly grab the bag and open it. There's a red square box and a 4/6 thin box wrapped in gift paper. I guess it's a photo frame.