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The incident from five years back played in his head like a movie as Ram stood at the doorstep of his home, looking at his chaotic family—Adi and Akki blowing up the balloons, Vikrant and Kunal decorating the walls, and a little supervisor, who herself needed supervising, instructing them.
"Baby, whisk it! Mujhse nahi ho raha," whining brinda came out of the dining area towards her husband with a silver container and a whisker.
" Tere se hota bhi kya hai " Vikrant teased her.
"Bri ne hi cake frosting ki hai," came the voice of the person he had been waiting to see, and soon the person herself appeared with a wide smile directed at Bri as they shared a playful high-five. The reason for their celebration was lost to him as his brain was busy adoring her smile, his most favorite feature of his wife, Priya..........okay, after her hair, which were now held together in a messy bun.
"Papa!" a sudden chirpy voice broke everyone's trance as every eye turned towards the little girl and then towards the doorstep where he stood.
"Sambhal ke pihu," he spoke, concerned, taking a step and picking up his 4-year-old daughter in his arms, who came running towards him.
Kissing her cheeks, his eyes fell on the pale faces of everyone present, who now were standing together in such a way that the decorations and balloons on the floor and table don't come to his notice. ' Stupid ' a smirk appeared on his face as he saw Adi forgetting the silver container in his hand.
"Champ, park chalna hai," he asked his daughter, looking at his wife sideways.
"Hn, chalo," the little supervisor forgot her assigned work in the excitement of going to the park.
"Ice cream bhi khaenge," she ordered her father, raising a tiny finger.
"Ok, boss, let's go." With his daughter still in his arms, he turned around and went outside.
Everyone exhaled, relaxed. Just then, Ram's voice came from outside, "Maine kuch nahi dekha, balloon aur Adi ke haath ka container to bilkul bhi nahi."
All the glaring eyes met Adi's, making him sweat in spite of the fully functional air conditioner. After all, he messed up big time—firstly with the container, and secondly by failing to coordinate with Ram's PA for his meetings.
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After more than an hour of playing in the park, the father-daughter duo had just settled in the car, ready to start their journey towards the ice cream parlour when Ram's phone rang.
"Hello, Priya! Sare balloons fulle ya nahi?" he started the conversation teasingly, sharing a silent laugh with his daughter.
"Mr. Kapoor, please naa," came her whining from the other side. "Pihu ko phone dijiye, please."
"Pihu: Mumma," he passed the device to her after a chuckle.
"Hello, Mumma," she answered cutely.
"Agent Pihu, listen. Aapka next mission hai papa ko jaldi se ghar lana, okay?" Priya spoke to her daughter, referring to her by the name she assigned her in the game so that she wouldn't disturb them during the preparations.
"Thori si der baad lau, hum log ice cream khane ja rahe hain," she questioned, tempted.
"Nahi, abhi laao, aapka timer start ho gaya hai na," Priya came up with a new trick.
"Par ice cream," pihu asked solemnly with a pout, making Ram curious about the conversation.
"Par papa ka birthday eve mission," Priya reminded her daughter. "Waise aapka best friend Angad bhi aa gaya hai."
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