I read this poem called 'Suppose…' and I was so keen and inspired to incorporate in various small stories revolving around our cops and their kiddos. This is what I ended up with. Each story in this series involves one of the super cop father and his kid and a situation to tackle. We'll see how these Supercops teach their children the spirit to go on, to never lose hope.

The present chapter includes our serious cop Rajat and his seven year old Daughter Sanvi. Mansi is Rajat's wife.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own CID or any of it characters. I only own few of the OC's that will be making their presence in this and upcoming more chapters.

§ GREATEST ASSET §

Childhood the most beautiful phase of everybody's life. When you need not care about anything. ANYTHING. Just enjoy Life. Eat, drink, sleep, enjoy. Be loved, pampered, praised. No worries, no concerns, no issues. Only you, your people and your toys. And what else do you want?

It was on her fifth birthday that Sanvi had demanded for a doll. A pretty, long haired, amoretto princess Barbie doll. Not just demanded but cried her heart out for her li'l doll. Priorly Rajat had denied getting her one for he thought it would be so childish for his girl to play with a doll. He'd thought, she should rather read some story book or do some other better things. But later Mansi explained him that it's quite normal for small girls to ask for dolls to play with in their young age and that it won't have any inappropriate influence on her character. On the contrary she'd learn to care, to be kind, to be loving towards others. Being highly content by Mansi's theory about 'gals and dolls', Rajat had bought Sanvi this small, little, pink colored doll wearing a Prussian blue royal frock. Even today Rajat has that scene photographed in his memory when Sanvi had first unwrapped the gift to see her doll. The priceless smile that she worn on her face that day was a sufficient capital for Rajat to go on for another coming decades.

But today little Sanvi's face had a large big frown that was more than enough to to diminish all the assets Rajat had. She wept like anything. Rajat had heard all the sniffles and sobs coming from his daughter who was crying for there laid her favourite doll, which she called 'Chimi', on the floor with its head separated from the rest of her body. Sanvi was wailing and banging her legs restlessly on the floor. Rajat would no longer take that. He took Sanvi in his arms and lovingly running his hand through her hairs, hummed a poem

Oh, my little lady,

Now that your doll has broken her head,

Could you make it whole by crying

Till your nose and eyes were red?

He reached her nose and tweaked it gently. She let out a brief laugh. He kissed her gently on the cheek Sanvi dimpled in glee.

And wouldn't it be nicer

For you to smile than pout,

And so make the sunshine in the house

When there is none without?

Moments later this Father-Daughter pair was spotted trying to again attach Chimi's broken head on its place using various unbelievable methods. And Sanvi had a big curve on her face. The curve which straightens every freaking thing. The one which would make Rajat live longer, happily, even without any assets.

AN- Please review. Next one will feature Daya sir. It'll come soon.