The Fairytale I never Dream Of : A Rikara Story [ ✔ ]

Chapter : 34

"I wake up every morning, do my chores, feel happy that I've finally gotten over you, but the happiness becomes a sad reminder of you."

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Crrrr... Cring... Cring.. Crrr...

'Ugh!', a small hand took a pillow from behind and pushed it over the head, trying in vein to ignore the irritating bell of the alarm.

'What the', fuck!! she said the word mentally and tried to get up from her sided position. But, she felt a small, chubby hand circled around her waist, and when her sleepy vision cleared, her eyes collided with a pair of shining black orbs, staring back at her in admiration.

'Good morning mumma', came a melodious and cute voice, as the face inched closer to peck her nose.

Her heart hammered in her ribcage as some old emotions came flooding back in it. But ignoring the sudden churn in her stomach, she removed the thick black bangs covering the enticing big black eyes, as she whispered in a hoarse sleepy voice,

'Good morning Ms. Rikara.'

Both of them got down from the bed and she put Rikara on the stool before the sink in the bathroom and gave her a toothbrush with a topping of paste. Coming back to her room, she threw open the curtains and jalousies as a dull smoggy light toned her fair skin in ghostly white. Her dazzling smile did no help in uplifting the colloidal curtain of sadness, and her beautiful hazel irises seemed almost chocolate brown in the dark light.

'Good morning, Gauri Trivedi.', she arched her body spirally and stretched her hands wide, yawning like a shark.

Brushing her teeth hastily, she took Rikara out in the balcony. Spreading a yoga mat on the floor, they sat in lotus position facing each other and closed their eyes, breathing in and out deeply, rhythmically.

As per the routine, the newspaper deliverer put the newspaper in the bag hung from the balcony of the second floor, followed by the milkman putting a pouch of  half litre milk. They pressed the bell to let the residents of the apartment know that they had done their duty, and put an official end to Gauri and Rikara's morning meditation.

As the mother-daughter duo settled on the bar of the kitchen, eating their bowls of mixed serials and milk, the sun was finally out, tearing the dusky curtain, and its rays were glistening the wet strands of the hairs of the mother and the daughter. One of the hairs was long waves of rich chocolatey brown, glistening in golden strikes occasionally, and the other one was a messy bush of thick black bangs, emitting a soft brownish glow under the sun.

'Rikara, I may be late tonight. Be a good girl and don't disturb Rhea aunty, okay?'

'Okay mumma.'

Gauri tensely opened the economy page of the newspaper. It showed a huge portrait of Shivaay Singh Oberoi, and beneath it was a news she came to know about at the previous night, from Richa. It read,

Oberoi Empire Takes Over SmarTech:

The actual relief was, Tiwary was coming in Kolkata head office as the new CEO, and there was not a silver of chance to bump into him except the introduction party. But, he would meet the main programmers and members of the board of directors, not a petty leader of the programming software developer team.