Cricket One Shots- Extremely Short Stories

Dada Fans, Both of Them

"Wake up, sunshine. It's just me and you today. Dada is taking a break from dada duties", Yash said to Saanvi, waking her up. "Where is dada gone? He didn't give me my wakey kiss", Saanvi's pandora box of complaints opened. Now she would complain about how much toothpaste to use, how hot her water has to be, how her hair is to be tied, how crispy her dosa needs to be and everything else that is imaginable. She liked her dada's way of doing things and Yash was going to have a difficult time matching up to her expectations.

After a struggle lasting two hours, the two of them were finally on their way to the play area as per their plan. Yash had planned a movie and an early dinner outside for them. By the time the movie got over, Saanvi was too tired and cranky. So, they decided to return home. Thankfully his mother-in-law had made dinner as she knew Saanvi's energy threshold. Both of them had a simple dinner of rice and fish fry and went to sleep.

Saanvi wanted to watch TV for some time before sleeping. "Kya dekhna hai? Peppa Pig or something on Netflix?", Yash asked. "I want to watch dada's 100", said Saanvi. "The Bangladesh one? How many times have you watched it, pumpkin? Kuch aur dekhte hai na", said Yashu - not that he wouldn't watch it a 100 times, but he didn't want to be turned on by that beast performance, when he was in charge of their daughter. But, Saanvi seemed adamant. She was missing Sanju too much after the whole day apart and this was just her way of saying it.

They settled with some popcorn and juice to watch the rerun (no, highlights won't do Papa, they show only small parts). It was a delight to see Saanvi clap and jump for each boundary. By the time they reached Sanju's half century, his baby was too tired."Papa, dada looked so happy when he hit that fifty. He is just the best. I am missing him so much. Ask him to come back", she said dozing off. Yash carried her to bed and put her to sleep.

"Babe, kidhar pahunche? Saanvi just slept- bahut miss kar rahi thi aapko", Yash said to Sanju on call. "I will be there in half an hour. Tu so ja, you will also be tired of running around her all day na", Sanju said. "Hmm.. No I am waiting for you. Saanvi made me put on that Bangladesh match again. Idhar main century aur double centuries maare ja raha hu, par tumhari laadli ko tumhari hi batting dekhni hai", Yash complained. "Oh, sorry that you had to sit through that torture again", said his husband with a silly grin. "Haan torture toh tha. The same torture that happens every time I watch that match- the urgent need to be owned by you. So, come fast and relieve me of this torture", said Yash with a all his seduction skills on display. "Ee cherukkan ennem konde povoo", (this boy is gonna be the death of me) mumbled Sanju. He had to overspeed a bit, but was home in 15 minutes.

P. S. That century deserved a fic :)