Ranjish | 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒋

VIII. the end?

vanraj :

I turned to find my twenty year old daughter looking at me with deep suspicion.
"Pakhi?!", I almost snapped, in panic of what she had just said.
She immediately rushed down to me.

Her gaze shifted from me, to Isha, and then back to me.

"Jaise hi Kavya ne bataya aapke saath koi aur hai.. mujhe laga hi tha.", She said, acting like my Baa,
"I.. I can't believe Papa! Aapne Isha ma'am ke saath pyaar kar lia?!"

"Pakhi.. tameez se.", I said sharply, edging towards her, as Isha gave me a bombastic side eye.

Pakhi immediately lowered her voice.
"I mean.. maana ki Isha ma'am sundar hai, height difference bhi aapke saath bilkul theek hai.. lekin—"
"Ssh!", I said, drawing in a sharp breath.
"Pakhi, mere aur Isha ma'am ke beech kuch nehi hai. Tumhein galat fehmi hui hai. Ek auto pakdo aur ghar jao.. mai kal shaadi ke baad aa jaunga—"

"Lekin Papa—"
"No lekins. Bye.", I said immediately turning away.

Isha looked at me skeptically.
I forced a fake smile.
"I mean.. Papa, she is good. Sab shaadi kar rahe hai.. aap bhi kar hi lo.", Pakhi whispered from behind.

My daughter will be the reason of my death by farzi doctor Isha Bhonsale's hands.

I pretended to not hear as I walked back to Isha.
"Yeh kaise rumours hai Vanraj?", She asked with narrowed eyes.
Ugh. I hated how dominating Isha was.
And I couldn't't snap back at her.
The reason was obvious though, it would have no real effect on her.

"Misunderstanding.", I said, sighing.
She nodded as she turned, and it was unsaid, that I must follow her in.

"Tumhe aisa nehi lagta tum mujh par kuch zyada hi zor chalati ho?", I asked as I followed her in.
"Oh, is it, Vanraj 'sadhi hui shakal' Shah?", She asked, with that amused smirk.
I looked at her irritably.
"Tumhein mujhse problem kya hai? Zabardasti pakadkar injection lagwane le aayi!", I said in annoyance as we walked down to the reception.

Isha smiled at the receptionist.
"Is there a doctor available for stitching a wound and tetanus?", She asked.
"Yes ma'am. You should head towards the emergency.", The receptionist said.

Isha glanced at me.

"Ek ziddi bacche ke liye chahiye. Hoga na?", She asked, with that sassy smile.
"Yes, ma'am.", The receptionist said, looking at me, amused.
"Good.", Saying so she turned to head towards the emergency.

I looked at the receptionist who was trying to not laugh.
"I am not a ziddi baccha! Yeh aurat hai ek number ki ziddi, nacchadi aur egoistic.", I said angrily.
"Vanraj?", I heard Isha as I sighed.

I forced myself to follow her.
The doctor at the emergency immediately opened the bandage on my hand, as I was made to sit on a hospital bed. Isha stood in silence bedside me.
They had written my name on a prescription already.

"The first aid is really well done, Mrs. Shah—", The doctor was interrupted quite instantaneously.
"Dr. Isha Bhonsale.", Isha said sharply.
"Oh.. I'm so sorry. I thought you are married.", He said looking at her awkwardly.
She indicated him to focus on the wound, and just like me, he too obliged.

The problem is not me, it's just Isha being Isha.
Shantanu bhai, kaise sambhala isko?

"Hmm.. deep cuts. Glass hai?", The doctor asked.
"Aur nehi toh kya. Haath mein glass lekar todh diya genius ne.", Isha said in frustration.
"Oh.. Anger issues?", The doctor asked as he started with the stitches.