A new day dived in.
and the balm of Haseena's restlessness also found.
"What!!kab?kaise?how?" Haseena shudderd loudly en stumble back, hearing about pushpa ji's demise. vocul to speak up. She was devasted. She felt like she lost her mother over again.
She manaicly started walking down the stairs. She about to fall down but Aadil held her at correct time, "Dheere Hasee...tum gir jaati abhi!" his voice was stern yet vulnurable.
"Abbu...woh kaise jaa sakti hain hume chodke...kishu ko chodke!
Kishu ki kiya halat ho rhi hogi...hume jaana hain wahaa...pls hume le chaliyee naa plshh abbu" She breaks down badly as her body helplessly gave up and occiuped a seat on the steps.
Her wailing prevails in the whole place quenching his heart mercilessly. "Shh...aise rone se kuch nhi hota hamari princess bohot bahadur hain na...shhh!"
Aadil embraced her covering her with his warmth and care. She rest her head into his chest as her painful cries got more loud with the passage of time.
But he cooed her like a mother does to her childs.
Who said a father can't be a mother. Just bcz they can't breast feed them doesn't mean they are incapable to be capture in the frame of mother.
Who said the single dads are very careless, lazy and avoding towards their children...who said the single dads are deadbeats who just abuse them coming late in the home consuming alcohol, who said single dads all the time only look for a rich man with whom they can marry his daughter to grow his business.
Look at this man, who very patiently handling his broken daughter. He just didn't phrase her as 'princess' for show off, he meant each and every words. Everytime he bear her weird cravings and childish tantrums.
He cooks, he goes to work, he cleans intensils, he sweeps the dirty floors, he fulfill his every duty, he talk to his daughter always pasting a sweet smile on his face then no matter how much annyoned, tensed, worried and anxious he stay.
He is that boring guy who never goes out late night like others dad! Reason?
bcz he tucked his daughter every night and rocked till she dozz off to peaceful slumber. He is the guy who snatched away all the nightmares of her and replace them with his blessing, care &
love.
"Abbu ap hume le jayengi na kishu ke pass...hume jaana hain" She shuddered.
Aadil pecking onto her forhead said softly, "Hum zaror jayenge....bas tum rona band karo"
He wipes her tears.
Haseena - "Par apka mission?"
Aadil - "Tum wahi rehena apni kishu ke pass...hume apni duties toh karni hongi na!
actually, i am shifting in another place...aur ab hum tumhe anne ke liye belkul nhi kahengee...tum bas karishma beta ke saath rehenaa!
She needs you the most right now...she just lost her mother and only you can heal her aching heart"
he explained properly.
Haseena's eyes swiming with more tears, "Par hum apko akela nhi chodna chahate abbu!"
Aadil smiled only.
"Kisne kaha i am alone...see" he pull out his wallet and show her the family pic in which 'baby Haseena was giggling in the clutch of their parents'. She run her palms on her mother face then her father. The pic was kinda old and grey.
"Koi kabhi akela nhi hota har kisi ke pass koi na koi hota hain princess...so don't cry!
pushpa ji ko accha nhi lagega unhone tumhe apni beti jaisa pyaar diya hain....tum chahogi unhe rulana...tumhari ansun se unhe bas takleef hogi"
He chirped out.
In response Haseena sniffed her nose and shook head before hugging her father again. "I love you abbu! i will miss you...."
He just hummed like a typical father who are not fond of showing emotions directly unlike the ladies.
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Fanfiction"As long as there are stars in the sky, we will always support each other. Be it closeness or distance, only love will remain in between US . My heart will only belong to you & my soul will only craving for your essance and warmth till Old and Grey...
