They never met...

chapter 23- TROUBLE IN THE ZENITH CITY

Jagjeet 's pov:

The house greeted me with a comforting silence, broken only by the soft glow emanating from the living room. Relief washed over me as I spotted my son, Harman, perched precariously on a stool at the kitchen counter, a spoon dangling precariously in his tiny hand.

"Papa!" Harman squealed, a delighted grin splitting his face. "You're late! Dinner's getting cold!"

I managed a smile, forcing down the knot of worry tightening in my stomach. "Sorry, champ. Work got a little held up." I knelt before Harman, ruffling his dark curls. "Let's get you fed, then you can tell me all about your day."

Dinner was a quiet affair. Harman, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within me, chatted excitedly about his day at school. "Guess what, Papa? Saiba brought her new puppy to show-and-tell today! It was sooo cute and fluffy!"

"Sounds like a fun day at school," I said, trying to muster some enthusiasm. Harman's innocent chatter was a welcome distraction from the weight on my chest.

"But then," Harman continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Trish tried to take my cookie during snack time!"

"Did you tell the teacher?" I asked, taking a bite of my lukewarm dinner.

"Uh-huh," Harman nodded vigorously, his mouth full of mashed potatoes. "And Ms. Harshita gave him a big time-out!"

"Ohh yes !!! Papa ms. Harshita was asking me, will you attend the parents teacher meeting this time"

"I'll try"

"Please attend na please, ms harshita always praises me more ,when you attend the meeting"

"Okk".... "champ"

"And she also praise you, in the class"

"O really" i said knowing why she praises me, she admires me...... More than just a parent to one of her students.....

"Because my papa is the best" , the best cop" just not the best person kiddo , thought to myself.

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips seeing my Harman smiling. We finished our meal in comfortable silence, the only sound, the clinking of silverware against plates.

"Can we read a bedtime story now, Papa?" Harman asked, his big brown eyes pleading.

"Of course," I said, scooping him into my arms and settling onto the couch. "How about a brand new story tonight?"

Harman's eyes lit up. "Really? Can it be about superheroes?"

"Hmm, about real superheroes" I teased, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "Tonight's story is about a better cop then your papa and a bustling city called Zenith City..." " About cop medha"

"A girl cop"... that's cool" his eyes sparkled

"The coolest!! Champ' I immitated his excitement.

I began weaving the tale, my voice taking on a dramatic flair as I described the two rookie cops, Medha and jagat. Harman listened intently, occasionally interrupting with questions.

"She asked him questions but he chose to hurt her...." "misunderstandings brew , and they became staunch enemies"

"Why did jagat say bad things to medha"

"Because he's stupid....kid"

"Why didn't she stop him from going away???? " He asked

"I don't know"