IPKKND FF FELONIOUS

Part 1(C)

"Dad?!how many times I asked you not to exhaust yourself for trivial things? What is the use of Hari Prakash then? For fun? Even I'm at home now, you could have called me?"

"Asking for help for every work, which I can actually manage myself makes me feel as a burden and reminds me of my inability to do so. I managed till now and can do so in future too. I don't need any servant." saying so he pushed his wheelchair into the room.

He neither likes to argue with his child over such silly things nor wants anyone to help him or keep a watch over him 24*7 as if he is an infant. He took some time to calm himself down before moving towards his son's room. Arguing would benefit no one; it's time for some talk.

" Arnav?" finding no light in the room made him wonder if his son went out to cool down his bursting nerves.

"I'm here dad." it is clearly evident that he still is in a sore mood.

"Beta, why don't you see things from my point of view? You could have done all this out of love but it makes me feel insecure and dependent which I think you would not want".

"Fine dad" there was no way he could win over his dad.

"If you still insist on having someone to look after me, I don't mind a daughter-in-law."

"Dad! For god's sake, I'm still 20. Here I'm not settled financially and you want me to think of marriage?"

"What does settling in life have to do with love life dear? I was in love with your mom when I was 18 only."

"Now, now... Enough of your share of drama for today, let's gets you to sleep".

"Wish you were here mom" he could do nothing more. He could only keep her alive in his thoughts.

He was 3yrs old when his parents met with an accident. While he was not a part of it, his father escaped after being bound to the wheelchair permanently and he lost his mother.

His father being an orphan didn't sit well with his maternal family, leading the couple to opt for a runaway marriage. They neither showed their presence on his mother's funeral nor when his father had to manage a kid all alone himself being sick.

At first, it looked like a fluttering red bird gradually a shield of smoke can be seen, waves of blazing heat can be felt, sirens could be heard from a distance The flames were engulfing from all sides burning it into ashes sparing nothing. It slowly turned into a bellow of ash and then mixed in the air in form of smoke.

"AAAhhhhhhh...." it was the same dream again. His mind swarmed with so many questions. He never witnessed any such incident to date. Why does he see this dream so frequently? Why does it feel real? What is it that is burning in fire?

Thinking of his parents he never knew when he fell asleep holding the photo frame. Coming out of his thoughts he put back the photo frame and could feel his mother Anjali Raizada smiling through the photo.

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His neck and back are paining like hell forcing him to lie down on bed before he starts the day. Its 4am in the morning and there is still some good amount of time before he can freak out of being late. Now that's what led him to hurry into the only stationery shop he found in the vicinity of the office. He was called for interview today and he will surely be out of the list of candidates as he will be late. First the dream didn't let him sleep peacefully and when it was already morning it was his mistake that he listened to his body's demand of taking rest for some couple of minutes which led him to wake up at 8.30Am instead of 5AM.