Frazzled Rose

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I groaned under my breath. It felt so good being caged into the blanket like a cocoon in the night, never feel like coming out, but this bad morning. 

Unwillingly, I slipped out my hand from the blanket and shut off the annoying alarm which rang right into my ears. 

I pushed the blanket away which rested at my waist. I smiled seeing the dawn which was peeping from between the heavy curtains. I smiled lazily and stretched my arms which were locked. 

My hand hit someone and I realised it was Arya who slept in my room last night, else her Kavya bua or Viraj chachu would be her best company.

My little soul stirred a bit as my hand hit her and a layer of guilt crossed my heart. I patted her chest softly and soon she was into deep slumber again.

I turned to her and laid while resting my palm under the right cheek and adored my innocent baby who was looking like a pure angel right in front. 

She is a cutie pie, but when in sleep, her cuteness doubles and triples.

My gaze didn't want to leave her, just like Radhika. I could never stop adoring her sleeping figure. She is the shadow of her mom, my little Radhika. 

I held her little hands with utmost care and affection as if she was the most delicate being and would break apart if not handled with care. Her tiny white yet pink hand vanished somewhere between my big palms.

I got her hand to my lips and placed a soft peck on them. She stirred and let out a little cry as my beard prickled her delicate skin.

I caressed her head, but her sobs won't stop. Urgh Avyaansh, such a idiot you are. You made the little angel cry, Radhika would be so mad at you.

I securely carried her in my arms and got off the bed. I travelled her around the room and swinged her in my arms. My eyes wettened seeing her cries not coming to a halt. 

My attention shifted when I heard a knock on the door. I allowed the person in and Meera appeared with a tea mug in her hands.

'Here's your tea, bhaiyya. The house helps were indulged in some or the other works, so I got it.', Meera spoke softly and placed the mug on the side table.

'Thanks Meera.', I replied with gratitude and got a affectionate smile in return.

'What's the matter with Aru? Kyun ro rahi hai?', Meera came to us worriedly and held Arya's hands.

(Why is she crying?)

I looked at her whose cries were halted but little sobs were still there. 'Uh actually I gave her a peck and my beard hurt her.'

'Ohho it's ok baby. Papa was just loving you, haina, haina?', Meera spoke to her in a childish tone and slowly ticked her tummy. 

Her little sobs immediately converted to soft giggles. 

'Mela baccha.', Meera spoke in low tone and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

(My child.)

But Arya being Arya, grabbed her hairs leaving us shocked. She laughed happily while playing her Meera's hairs. 

Arya is a unique piece. Throwing all her toys aside, she helps herself with strange toys to play with. 

It's my hands sometimes, or Meera's hair. It's chachi's make up sometimes or many a times it's Kavya's jewellery. Sometimes it's Viraj's phone or sometimes it's dadi's spectacles.