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After 4 years
"Shehnaaz"
"Mamma"
Shehnaaz was cooking Sunday breakfast in the kitchen. Her two babies i.e. her husband and 3 years old baby boy 'Virat' have been calling her competing for her attention. And she like always is making both of their favourite dishes. Her husband's pancakes and her son's parantha.
"Mamma, aap meri favourite banaoge na?"
"Baby, tum meri favourite banaogi na. Bata do is chhote se drame baaz ko that you love me more. I came first in your life."
"No papa. Meri mamma loves me more. Haina mamma?" He hugged her legs and looked at her with puppy eyes.
She picked him in her arms and he in turn poked his tongue in his father's direction.
"Meri mamma" and hugged her tightly.
"Haan Mera bacha. Mera chhota sa baby."
"Shehnaaz, this is wrong. You're my wife. Is chamche se pehle sirf main tumhara baby tha."
She put the plate of pan cakes in front of him. "Sidharth, see I made pancakes for you."
"I knew it. Dekha bachu ye meri biwi pehle hai. I love you meri jaan." He deliberately made faces at Virat and kissed Sana on her lips. Virat, being irritated pushed him away from his mother. "Mamma, no. Meri mamma ko chhodo. Bad papa."
Sidharth just chuckled and kissed his cheeks with a loud sound to irritate him more and Virat pushed his face in his mother's neck.
"Sidharth, mat tang kro use. Virat dekho maine apke ke liye bhi parantha banaya hai." Virat saw the plate kept on the table. "Yay! See papa. Meri mamma ne mere liye bhi parantha banaya hai. I love you mamma."
She sat with him to feed him. "Baat ye nhi hai ki mamma ne kya banaya hai. Baat ye hai ki Shehnaaz kya khayegi. Mere pancakes ya fir tera parantha."
Shehnaaz looked at both of them surprised by their another argument. And in the next moment, she had a bite of pancake as well as parantha in her mouth. "Eww. Ye kya kiya. Ek taraf meetha aur ek taraf namkeen. Tum dono ki ladai mein na mujhe mat hi laya kro. Mere liye ladte ho aur mujhe hi bhugtna padta hai. Main ja rhi hun. Meri meeting hai publisher ke sath."
She dropped Virat in Sid's lap, "sambhalo apne bete ko. Jab main ayun mujhe koi jhagda nhi chahiye. Maa nhi hai ghar pe. Dhyan rakhna. Mujhe ghar sahi salamat chahiye. Samjhe?"
They both just nodded their head meekly looking down.
Sana left banging the main door in anger. When they heard the door, they looked at each other.
"Mamma gussa ho gyi papa." Virat pouted just like his mother.
"Haan baby. Mamma kujh jyada hi tang ho gyi humse. Manana padega ab teri mamma ko. Chal pehle breakfast kr lete hain. Pancake khayega?"
He made an eww face. "No papa. Meko meetha nhi khana."
"Itna bhi bura nhi hota meetha jitne tu munh bana raha hai."
"Meko nhi pasand."
"Parantha khayega?" Virat nodded his head.
Sidharth fed him the parantha.
"Ab kya karein papa? Meko mamma ke paas Jana hai."
"Jana to mujhe bhi hi."
"Dadi ke paas?"
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Short Tales
Historia CortaThis is a short story collection centered on my favorite couple i.e. Sidnaaz. The characters in the story may seem similar, but they act on my command. This is experimentation of same characters in different situations. The stories are instilled wit...
