my first Abhirika story...
sorry for the grammatical and spelling mistake...
at the bed time
tarika : mom dad... i love someone..
her mother looked at her husband and he towards tarika !tarika : 'abhijeet ' is his name ...
father : call him tomorrow...
next morning at the breakfast table...
father : beta when will he come ?
tarika : in the evening !
father : ok then i will come here a while ago...
tarika and her father left their house.tarika's aunt asked " jiji who will come today ?"
mother: ' a friend ' of tarika...
aunt : ( teasingly) um..something special...
mother: may be...
aunt : what is the name of her friend...
" abhijeet "...
sipping his coffee, he turned behind and saw a curly haired girl was running to him . at the next moment, she hugged him.abhijeet : what are you doing tarika ji ! we are in canteen... everyone looking at us...
she turned his cheek to right and placed a soft kiss.abhijeet : ( whisper) what a lovely morning... i want this lovely morning in the rest of my life...
tarika : ( winningly ) really...
abhijeet: yes..
" ahmm...umm" _ some disturbing sound entered in their soft airy bubbles...
abhijeet : daya... when did you come ?
daya : whwn you were busy ...
tarika : good morning daya...
daya: good morning...
tarika : daya please reminding him at the evening that my father wants to meet with him .
daya : oh ! that's good...
tarika : ( looking at abhijeet ) don't let that happen like he should not immresed in work that he couldn't figure out when it was morning to evening and evening to night.
abhijeet : ( tried to said ) why i am..
tarika : bye guys i am getting late ... and see you in the evening... daya ( whisper): are you scared ?
abhijeet : is it a questionable thing !
he laughed and carried him in the bureau.
•••••••
at the evening the door bell rang...
tarika ( smiling) : come ahijeet.. [ they entered into her dad's room ]
tarika: dad !
father : ( smiling) hello gentlemen... come on set..
abhijeet : hello..
father : bring some coffee...
tarika : yes
[ tarika , her mother , and her aunt looking from behind ]
father : i saw you in the news paper for two or three times. but never thought , you have to look like that.
abhijeet : ji..
father : so how is going on ?
abhijeet : all good ... what about you sir ?
aunt : i don't like the boy's look... what you say jiji ...
[ tarika and her mother ignored her words ]
father: just like you... so how mamy people are in your family?
abhijeet : what !
father : i mean have you any brother or sister ? is your grand parents alive till now ?
abhijeet: ( hesitantly) actually !
father : did you sure enough that you are serious for this meeting ?
abhijeet : obvious... but actually i didn't remember my past life clearly. after that accident I deny to recognized my mother , lastly i found her but that was too late . so i have no my own brother or sister . i had only my mother as far as i remember.
father : that means you don't know anything about your family ?
after a sighs he continued . .
father : for me family background is very important. it is like a brand mark . every background tells how the person is . . how is his culture . . how is his character . . his caste , simply it's provide you the definition of a person .
but according to you , you are a orphan , have no family background even a family name...
tarika ( came forward) : dad he lost his memory
father: you loves my daughter but i am sorry. i can't accept you .
tarika : mom...
mother : how can i say something over your dad..
father : tarika , leave him at the door and say "goodbye "...
thanks for reading...