Mishti reached Rajvansh house...had her dinner... walked towards her room....in her way she find Meenakshi in sitting area near stairs...
"Maa aap abhi tak soyi nahi , itni der ho chuki hai, tabiyat kharab ho jayegi"
Meenakshi stared at her... opened her mouth to say...but couldn't.....
"Kuchh important kaam tha... mein ja hi rahi hoon...Tumhe kaafi der ho gyi NGO se aane mein"
"Ji Maa , Ganesh utsav aa raha hai toh uski hi preparations chal rahi hai , aaj Abir bhi nahi tha toh kaam thoda jyada tha, Good night maa"
"Good night " they converse formally .
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"Aaahhhhh" cried in pain
"maa kya hua aap theek toh hain."
"I'm fine , vahi daily ka knee pain hai, it will be fine."
"Aapne voh oil use kiya tha ,jo kal parul masi layi thi "
She shook her head in no.
"Aap aayiye mere saath"
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"Mishti tum ye kya kar rahi ho, rehne do , mein laga lungi , rehne do...leave it Mish......"
"Kya rehne do rehne do laga rakha , jab lagana toh lagaya nahi..... ab jab mein kar rahi hoon toh problem ho rahi hai.......puri duniya ki khabar rehti hai aapko.....khud ka khayal rakha nahi jata.....pura din family toot rahi hai toot rahi hai karti rehti hai......thoda time apne knees par bhi laga lijiye......varna yeh bhi toot jayenge......dekho kitna swelling aa gyi hai" she snapped at her.
"Mishti tumne mujhe daanta?" Shocked clearly visible on her face but she is not angry.
Mishti faced palmed herself" sorry maa vo gusse mein......I mean to say apna khayal rakha kijye "
She continued massaging her legs and knees.
Meenakshi leaned over headrest and closed her eyes,
'Parul dekhna ab humari ek beti hogi'
'Benba aapko beti hi kyun chahiye agar beta hua toh Abir ko ek chhota bhai milega'
'nahi parul beti , mein usse strong , independent , fearless banaugi jo society ke galat standards ko tod kar aage badegi'
'bilkul apne jaisa haina'
'Haan , lekin ek haq hoga uska jo kisse ke paas nahi hoga, vo mujhe dant laga sakegi jab mein apna Dhyan nahi rakhungi , vo mera khayal rakhegi jab mein nahi rakhungi , mujhe daant laga kar dawa khilaygi aur ........'
'Matlab vo aapko laad(pamper) karegi, par agar beta ho gya toh ' in teasing way but she felt happy to know the soft hearted lady behind a cold hearted one who also craved for love and care.
'Nahi dekhna beti hi hogi '
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'kyun pasand nai karti usse, kyunki vo Swabhimani hai? samajhdaar hai ? apne faisle le sakti hai aur unki jimmedaari utha sakti hai ? Yeh toh aap bhi kar sakti hai........ matlab aap apne aap ko bhi pasand nahi karti'
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"Maa"
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"Maa" a bit loudly
"Hum....haan , bolo Mishti" she opened her eyes
"Aap ro kyun rahi hai , jyada pain ho raha hai "
"Nahi , bus karo ab tum so jao " not meeting her eyes.
"Tum bhi mujhe pasand nahi karti, jaise mein tumhe nahi karti thi ." Looked into her eyes
"Nahi maa aisi baat nahi hai , meine kabhi aapko hate nahi kiya , sach bolo toh kabhi kabhi disappointment hui thi par lambe samay tak nahi" averted her gaze.
"Tum sach mein mujhse nafrat nahi karti , meine tumhare khilaaf itna kuchh Kiya ,phir bhi nahi"
"Maa, hate is not solution...... Veise bhi maa hai aap aur maa se naraaz ho sakte hai par nafrat nahi kar sakte , hate bahut hi badaword hai usse disappointment show karne ke liye nahi use karna chahiye , bachpan mein bahut suna hai yeh hate word isliye iska effect kya hota hai janti hoon and I don't want anyone to experience that"
a lone tear escaped through her eyes.
"Kitni ajeeb baat hai na Mishti tumhe bhi nafrat mili aur mujhe bhi uss insan se jo humare liye uss vaqt sab kuchh the ,par tumne pyaar banta aur badle mein kuchh nahi chaha , aur meine......" Shook her head
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Yeh Rishtey Phele Se Behtar (COMPLETED)
फैनफिक्शनHi everyone This my first story on Mishbir. Give it a try and let me know how is it. Theme of the story is Family Families are like branches on tree. We grow in different directions yet our roots remain the same. Peep in to know more
