19.

1.7K 176 59
                                    

Sorry for previous part.
It was just a stupid one bcz i was having nothing to write.
Toh woh bakwas likh diya.
But from now....no bakwas only khaas!

~~~

Sandhir came inside their house after lodging a complaint of missing Myrah.

Sanyu was walking aimlessly in the house .
Randhir kept following her blankly.

Both of them were worried for their daughter.
How both of them wanted to play with her ,to see her naughty antics, to hear her innocent wobbly blabberings but their house was as silent as a crematorium.
None of them wanted to stay in such silence.

Both of them were not used to it.

It was night 8 when suddenly randhir's phone rang.

He took it excitedly thinking that police got some information about myrah but much to his disappointment it was Girish.

"Hello buddy.....all set kal jaega naa restaurant?" Girish asked.

"Umm...nahi Girish kal possible nahi hoga. Actually woh Myrah ghum...." randhir stopped in middle .
He didn't wanted Girish to give any sort of trouble.
Already he had done alot for him.
Now he can't bother Girish for his small issues.

"Myrah ghum....matlab. ..bhai aage bhi kuch bol" Girish smiled.

"Actually woh Myrah ...usse ghumne jaana hai naa kal. Toh...toh main aur sanyu....jaa rahe hai" Randhir covered up the truth.

"Ahaan sanyu......accha hai. Tum dono ek dusre ko chance de rahe ho" Girish said happily.
He was sandhir's true well wisher.

"Accha chal bye rakhta hu phone. Khana banana hai" Girish disconnected the call making randhir sigh.

It was difficult for randhir to lie his bestie.

"Randhir khana kha lo" sanyu brought a plate of khichdi.

Tear strains were visible on her cheeks.

Randhir kept mum.
But his eyes were flowing.

"Meri beti ko khichdi ...pasand hai" Randhir whispered.

Sanyu sobbed silently.

"Myrah....kaha ho baby.
I miss u" saying randhir went inside myrah's room.

He felt an unusual silence when he entered her room.
The room was clean unlike other days.

All her toys were placed neatly.
Her colouring books were kept nicely on the bed.

She had drawn a beautiful India's map type of circle which randhir had taught her.

Randhir smelled her room which smelt with her pleasant baby powder.

He went towards her small cupboard and took out her beautiful frock.

He smelled her fragrance and suddenly started crying.

"Myrah....baby kaha ho aap.
Dadda miss u ...bohot jyaada.
Aap jaldi aao ...phir hum Mommy ko khub datenge.    Khub pareshan karenge" Randhir sobbed loudly.

Soon he heard someone's sniffings.
Yes his wife was sniffing standing at the doorstep.

She immediately wiped her tears.

"Woh tumhari favourite underpants terrace par hai.
Kal kya pehnoge? " Sanyu chipped.

"Tum laa do naa" Randhir kept the frock inside the cupboard.

"Nahi upar andhera hoga" sanyu said.

"Thik hai chalo" Randhir said and both went to the terrace to get a big surprise.

Reaching terrace with help of a torch sandhir heard some voice.

Like someone was talking .

"Randhir bhoot" sanyu shivered and hugged him.

"Shh....bhoot raat ke 9 baje nahi aate.
Chalo dekhte hai" saying both went further to get a biggest shock.

Their baby for whom they were tensed was sitting on a jute bag comfortably with a toy dog and a milk bottle in her hand.

Seems like she was partying on terrace.

"Myrah" both whispered but Myrah was busy to notice them.

"Dodo (to toy dog) dadda Mommy. ...Mylah daanti" Myrah complained to her toy.

Sandhir were just kept standing there absorbing the sight of their daughter.

"Mommy....gandi....mylah daanti" she again complained.

Here sanyu was in tears.

"Do do. ...mylah katti Mommy. ....dadda butti" her innocent words were soothing her parents ears.

"Par mumma aapse bohot pyaar karti hai baby" finally sanyu cried unable to bear her daughter's hatred.

"Myrah" Randhir sat on his knees in front of her.

"Dadda" Myrah smiled brightly and took her small steps till her dadda and soon her face was wet with his wet kisses.

Myrah kept giggling watching her dadda after a long day.

But here sanyu was sad as her daughter ignored her like a trash.
With a fallen face sanyu walked down sadly with moist eyes.

~~~

Babysitting a Babysitter (Completed)Where stories live. Discover now