Hi Maahira-A Failed Promise○

1. A Normal Day?

"Kaisi hain meri bitiya rani,how was your day at school Ira jaan?"Manisha Poddar asked with a soft smile plastered on her face as she fed a morsel of the poori dipped in curry to the little one seated in her lap.

"Shoo much fun Meenu dadi. You know,I learnt how to make a papel buttelfly today,and Tamannah mish told that meyi buttelfly shab she pwetty hain. Aapko pata hain kyon?"

"Kyon" She asked curiously while wiping Maahira's face with the handkerchief after she had successfully fed her the entire meal.

"Kyonki woh aapke jaishi dikh lahi thi Dadi,the shweetesht!"

"Aww mera beta,bilkul apni mamma jaisi sweetheart hain tu. Chalo ab ham hands washy washy karne jaayenge,fir tu homework karegi okay?
Shaam ko super dadu se stories bhi tohh sunegi nah! " Manisha sweetly said as she helped her get down the high chair carefully and took her hand in hers,afraid to let her out of sight for even a second.

"Yeshh Dadi!!"

"Manisha,kabhi tohh kisi aur ko bhi itna laadh-pyaar de diya karo,tum tohh apne hi bachchon mein fark karti ho"

Kaveri Poddar sternly said glaring at Maahira. As Maahira quickly hid herself behind Manisha,Manisha spoke up,
"Fark karne ki baat keh bhi kon raha hain mummysa! Aap?
Khair chodhiye. Main bhi paththaron se baatein karke apna time waste kar rahi hoon. Chalo Ira!"

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"Mammaaaaa,I misshed you shooo much. Aap janti ho,aaj Dadi ne nah meye liye aaj world ki beshht cully banayi. Ushme nah gleen pea,potato,totato,onion aul bohoth shala pyaal tha Dadi ka. Maine shali veggies identify kiya jaisha aapne bola tha nah English book ke wolksheet ke liye."

As she said this,Manisha's heart ached at how grateful the child was for everything she got. Even a simple curry which she even repeated on alternate days with a different spice mix was a delight to the child who never stopped praising her anytime or anywhere. She quickly engulfed the mother-daughter duo in a tight hug and smiled when Abhira blinked her eyes at her.

"Shaant ho ja Toofani Rajdhani. Mamma ko theek se kissie tohh karne de tujhe. Aur totato nahi tomato hota hai bubba"

"Ab kya choti shi baby ko innu shi mishtake bhi nahin kalni allowed hain mamma? Aap bhi mujhe like Adi ki dadisha daantogi?"

"Nahin mera baby,aaj tak Mamma ne apni princess ko kabhi daanta hain? Tu meri jaan hain nah, tu jaanti hain Maahi. Tu world ki best beti hai,kabhi daant khaane wale kaam hi nahin karti. Jab koi tujhe bin wajahh daante nah,toh uspe dhyaan math diya kar. Okay?" Abhira calmly explained her as she cupped her tiny face in her palms and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead,earning a toothy grin from her. This was what she lived for,after back-breaking day at court,this was her achievement-a greater one compared to winning the case,her daughter's smile. 

As Abhira plonked herself down on the sofa and sighed,Maahira swiftly climbed up and sat on her shoulders,pressing her forehead with her tiny fingers. Abhira smiled as she drew her palms towards herself, kissed them both one by one,saying, "Thankyou baby,ab aap math karo okay? Mamma ka sar dardh aapke magical maalish se shik shak shoo ho gaya hain. Aapke haath itne chote chote hain nah,ab aapke dard ho jayega bachcha"

"Abhira beta,ye lo tumhari black coffee. Aaj Kamra's ka case kaisa tha? Kuch progress hua ya fir se date aage badh gayi hain?" Manisha asked as she handed the glass to Abhira and gently picked Maahi up and seated her on the sofa.

"Chachi maa kya bataoon main aapko, witness hi gayab ho gayein court se. Date tohh aage badhni hi thi. Ye sab chodhiye,mujhe ye bataiye ki aapke blogs kaise chal rahe hain? Maine 3 din pehle check kiya tha,aapko apne poetries ke liye bohoth appreciation mila foreign poets se bhi,I'm so proud of you. You deserve it!" 

Abhira exclaimed as she was super happy at her idea taking off and her chachisa,now her chachi maa getting the global recognition she deserved. After she had observed her reciting poems for Maahi secretly while cradling her to sleep, she couldn't stop herself from asking Aryan to create a blogging website for her and gift it to her on her 50th birthday. Since then,Manisha Poddar-earlier just a housewife had been following her passion for writing,with full support from her family members-the four musketeers,her bhai sa,her beloved Manu and her dearest daughter-like bahu Abhira and her husband Armaan,whose identity for her was now only limited to being Abhira's husband. But was he even that,she at times wonders!

"Sab achcha chal raha hai beta. Ab main regular posts dalti hoon,all thanks to your motivating speeches. Tumhara pati bhi tohh tumhare saath hi nikla tha nah apne office ke liye,kahan hai woh? Parwah nahin hain use apni bachchi ki zara bhi?" 

"Super inspector Daduuu!!" Maahi squealed with joy as she ran to the door and jumped in the arms of her Dadu, who lovingly embraced her and placed his police cap on her tiny head. While Maahi pretended playing a police officer and ran all around the hall chasing invisible thieves with the cane,Abhira walked towards Madhav with welled up eyes and hugged him tightly while he rubbed her back,himself overwhelmed with emotions "Main ek hafte ke liye kya chala gaya,itna miss kiya meri beti ne mujhe. Tu kahe toh abhi retirement le loon?"

"Papa aap bhi nah!"

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