HIS LOST BELOVED

CHAPTER FOURTEEN :- The diary

Abhay

When I enter home after a tiring day at work, I see Mumma, Neitra and Shubhangi plotting something.

Three most important women of my life.

They stop talking as soon as they see me.

"Am I intruding", I ask sitting beside Neitra on the sofa..... intentionally.

She is still in her scrubs telling she too arrived just now.

"You're early today", Mumma says.

"Didn't have much work."

"I'll bring you water", she says getting up and moving into the kitchen.

I watch Neitra with a side eye. And inch a little closer to her.

She gives me a confused look. I inch a little closer again.

"Eww. I don't want to see that", Shubhangi scrunches her nose and covers her face with a booklet, which looks like a catalogue.

"Then don't."

I keep my face on my palm and gaze at her lovingly.

She stiffens and scowls at me.

"What are you doing?" She questions in a low voice.

"Looking at my pretty wife", I whisper.

Her hand moves to the back of her neck and she scratches it with her nail. I am liking how she is getting uncomfortable.

She looks cute this way.

"Take it", Mumma comes and I shift far away from her. "Go change your clothes."

"Yes yes go change your clothes", it's Shubhangi.

I nod and start walking up the stairs. Their discussion starts again. I stop and turn back, their discussion stops again.

"Just go!"

"What is being covered up?" I ask.

"It's nothing just girls stuff", my sister says locking her arms.

Neitra nods.

Huh!

They think I wouldn't know!

I do alright. I know they are discussing about my birthday. Mumma does it with Shubhangi every year. Neitra is a add on for my this birthday.

I already feel so special.

Even after so many years I still get excited like a kid. For my birthday.

I hide behind the pillar and try to listen to them. The words are not clearly audible but I still try to listen..... birthday.....gifts.....party.

I could hear only this much when I head a voice. "Vo shayad pillar ke piche khade hai." Neitra says pointing in my direction, frowning.