Author's note
*Just a heads up, when you come across any words in italics, it signifies that the characters are thinking it to themselves or it's a flashback *
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As the evening sun cast a warm glow over the house, Kunj settled into his favorite spot in the hall, newspaper in hand, and a steaming cup of hot chocolate by his side. He had returned from the office a little earlier than usual, eager to unwind and enjoy some quiet time to himself. The aroma of the hot chocolate filled the air as he read, his eyes scanning the headlines with interest.
Just as he was getting engrossed in an article, Ansh walked into the hall, looking tired and a bit worn out. Kunj's gaze shifted from the newspaper to his son, his expression softening with concern. He set the cup of hot chocolate aside and stood up, his eyes never leaving Ansh's face.
As Ansh approached him, Kunj's face broke into a warm smile, and he opened his arms wide. Ansh walked into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his father's hug. Kunj held him close, his eyes closing as he breathed in the scent of his son's hair. For a moment, they just stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the warmth and love of their bond.
"Aa gaya baccha," Kunj said, his voice filled with affection, "Kesa gaya din? De aaya assignment?"
Ansh, replied with a weary sigh, "Haa, de aaya. Lekin bhut pakaya college mein. Main toh thak gaya."
Kunj led him to the sofa and gently pushed him to sit. "Koi baat nahi, tu yahaan baith. Main abhi aaya," he said, already in motion towards his room. "Meena Mausi, Anshu aa gaya hai college se. Paani laaiye uske liye."
He disappeared into his room, leaving Ansh to sink into the comfort of the sofa. Moments later, Kunj re-emerged, a bottle of oil in his hand.
Ansh looked at the bottle, confusion evident on his face. "Ye kya hai?"
Kunj, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, replied sarcastically, "Petrol. Iss se nehelauga tujhe."
Ansh burst out laughing, "Kya yaar papa, tel hai vo!"
Kunj feigned offense, "Jab pata hai toh puch kyun raha hai?"
Ansh, still giggling, tried to clarify, "Mera matlab tha ki kyun laaye ho ye tel ki bottle yahaan?"Ansh asked, genuine confusion in his voice.
"Tel kyun use karte hai?" Kunj stated the obvious, a hint of teasing in his tone. "Malish ke liye na?"
Ansh's laughter died down, replaced by a look of protest. "Mujhe nahi karwani yaar koi malish-walish. Oily-oily ho jaate hai yaar pure baal."
Kunj dramatically feigned shock. "Oh my god, really? Oil lagane se baal oily hote hai? Mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha. Accha hua tune bata diya. Warna mujhe toh lag raha tha iss se baal dry hote hai!"
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Father Longing for his son: Bridging the gap (Book2)
General FictionThis book is a direct continuation of the story started in Father Longing for His Son (Book 1).For the best reading experience, start with Book 1 Continuing the emotional journey of Kunj and Ansh, this sequel explores their complex father-son relati...
