A/n: hey guys I am back with new story.. this is family story hope u all like it.
A woman of around 50 was sitting in balcony busy sewing something, when she heard the voice of her husband "Tarika mein nikalta hu..."
She replied "jee..."
And came to the hall, "aaj aap na jate to nahi chalta kya? Apki ladli 6 mahine bad to arahi hey"
"pata hey bahut gussa bhi hogi wo, per bahut jaruri hey... tum please mana lena"
she shook her head disappointedly "haan aur ker bhi kya sakti hu.. jaldi ayiyega warna wo gher sarr pey utha le na to mein nahi ulajhne wali usse.."
he smiled "haan babah ajaunga.. acha nikalta hu.. bye"
he moved out..
Tarika smiled "aaj toh beti ke darr se jaldi hi ayenge.."
she locked the door and looked at clock.. and moved to kitchen..
After about half an hour the doorbell rang.. Tarika came out hurriedly and opened the door..
Seeing the visitor her eye widens.. she was studying the visitor from head to toe when the visitor spoke "mamma aise bhi mat dekho.. salwar hi pehni hu.. bhoot nahi ban gayi.."
Tarika gave her way to enter "wohi toh dekh rahi hu, meri wahi beti hey yea jise yea salwar wagera not cool and uncomfortable lagta tha? kahi Mumbai jake badal to nahi gayi?"
She smiled shyly "kya mamma.. wo to bas.."
She sat on sofa after keeping sandals in its place
Tarika looked at her "aab to pakka tu badal gayi.. chiz jagah per rakhna bhi agaya?"
"mamma.. wo to bas.. (she looked down added dreamily) use yea sab bahut pasand hey to"
"use?"
she bit her tongue "kuch kuch nahi.. mein fresh ho jati hu.. papa kaha.."
"beta... aap kuch kehna cahti ho na?"
She nodded and hugged Tarika suddenly "mamma u know na u r my best friend mein aaj taq sare secret aapse share karti ayi hu.."
"hmm.."
"aaj mere life ka sabse important turn mey apko batana cahti hu.."
"bolo.."
"mamma I have always heard about love, in films novels from friends but I used to wonder ki jab definition nahi hey to samjhe kaise koi pyaar hua.. per mamma aaj mein.. mein khud samjh rahi hu mein.." she smiled and closing her eyes squeezed her mother
Tarika took a deep breath "kaun hey wo?"
"Mumbai ka.. lawyer hai.. bahut acha hai.. wo bhi mujhse..."
Tarika looked at her daughter's face, her eyes and hair just resemble Tarika, her blushing and style of expression just like her mother
a strange fear came to Tarika's mind "kahi meine jo kuch face kiya mere qismat ne jo khel mere saath khela wohi meri beti ke saath bhi to.. nahi nahi.. mein bekar mey hi darr rahi hu.."
she looked at her daughter and asked softly "naam kya uska?"
she turned scarlet "Abhi.. Abhimanyu"
An uncanny feeling gripped Tarika all of a sudden
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While in Mumbai city a young boy was sitting with an aged man of around 60, "chachu mujhse nahi hoga.. aap bolo na papa ko.."
the chachu made a 'acha jee' kind of face
"nahi mein darta nahi hu papa se per unki enquiry.. chachu please na.."
"ek baat bata khud kand karta hai aur humesha mujhe agey kyu kar deta hai.."
the younger one was about to protest when noticed his chachi coming out of kitchen, a naughty look came up on his face "arey kand kaha cachu.. ise pyaar kehte hey.. aapki aur choti ma ka bhi to..."
he can't complete the sentence getting a slap on his head
his choti ma sat down after the slap with "hum bad mey baat kerenge pehle tum khud apne mummy papa se baat karo.. koi problem hoga nahi, ager hua tab hum baat kar lenge"
he turned to his chachu who nodded "ha beta tum khud baat karo.. aur tumhare papa jo interrogation kartey hai na wo uski aadat hai.. tumhare bale ke liye hi karta hai"
he took a deep breath and nodded
so now the young lad entered kitchen where his mother was busy "mummy.."
"ha beta"
"wo.. mummy wo.. papa ka next week ka weekly leave kab hai?"
"achanaq yea sawal? papa toh aapko leave se pehle bata dete hai.." she answered while moving from kitchen to dining
the son followed
"mummy wo mujhe actually aap dono se kisiko milana hai.."
"hum dono se?"
"nahi matlab aap charo se aap choti ma papa chachu.."
"acha.. kisse?"
"wo meri ek dost.. usse.. milwana.."
his father entered "kyu bhai achanaq dost se milwane ki itni planning.."
"papa wo achi hey.."
"achi?hmmm... matlab..."
"papa wo... wo.."
his mother stopped both of them "aap chup kijiye bas.. jab dekho bache ko tang karte ho"
both father and son made extra innocent face..
"aur beta aap le ayo apni dost ko.. next week Wednesday ko off hey aapke papa ka.."
the son smiled widely..
His father shook his head "lo aab gher ki ACP ne permission de diya.. iss ACP ki toh yeaha chalegi nahi.."
the son smiled "kya papa.."
his father patted his back "le ana Wednesday ko, hum charo ko wait rahega.. tumhari dost... umm.."
"Trishna..."
The father and mother looked at each other, the son smiled "mein aata hu"
he moved to his room..
A/n: so should I continue it? please do review