HIS LOST BELOVED

CHAPTER THIRTY :- Priyanshi

Neitra

"Whom are you talking to?" I ask Abhay, getting up from the bed.

Still dazed from from sleepiness I wake up groggily rubbing my eyes as the sharp sunrays hit my eyes from the open balcony.

Abhay shades me from the sunlight and gives me the most charming smile, making it a happy morning.

"Good morning", he says. "Ansh bhaiya and Priya bhabhi would be coming in behalf of their family."

I nod.

This weekend is a huge day for our family. Mumma and Papa would be marking thirty three years of togetherness in their marriage.

And after convincing them a lot, they agreed for a little celebration. A small gathering with just few family members and close friends.

Ansh bhaiya happens to be Abhay's only paternal cousin from his uncle. Papa's younger brother and his family are settled in the USA.

"Are the arrangements done already?" I take a big yawn.

"I have told Rishi to manage everything, don't worry", he hugs me.

"Abhay aren't you getting late for office?" I ask pulling away from him after he tries to cuddle me in bed again.

"I dont want to go", he makes baby faces. "I want to be with you "

Aww.

"But you need to, right? Get up", I say pushing him. But all he does is to pull me closer to him, on the bed completely enveloping me with his legs.

Huh!

I give up fighting. Both of us lay in bed in each other's arms, watching our reflection in the huge mirror on the ceiling.

"What gift are you planning for Mumma and Papa?" I ask.

"Didn't think yet."

I nod.

And after a long pause I say, "you love them a lot don't you?"

Even my own question feels a little weird to me. Why wouldn't anyone love their parents?

"I do. A lot." He says. "But they love me more than I'll ever be able to."

I know. And it proves love doesn't birth solely from blood relations.

"You know", he continues. "They always considered me as a boon in their lives. The one who brought happiness. A good luck."

His eyes twinkles fondly as he remembers a distant memory from the past.

"Mumma couldn't get pregnant, all she had was me but then one year into living as a family, we were blessed with Shubhangi. She looked like a mini version of Papa", he laughs. "I love her so much. I still remember how little she was when put into my arms."

And I somehow imagine a little Abhay holding a little baby. I also see an image of a teen girl holding her baby brother for the first time, but that image is a little blurry.