Finding the love – part 7
“I’ll do the dishes mummy.” She declared as soon as she came out of her room where she had been hiding all this time from that disastrous meeting.
“it’s all right Ashu, i’ll do. They are not many anyway.” Her mother said pouring the beans curry into the serving bowl but she found the girl already smudging the foam with the soap.
And next the small steel bowl was literally thrown into the sink after soaping and gradually all the utensils were being put with an extra force.
“something was not right .” her mother thought as she passed the curry wok to her and side glimpsed her in a hope to check her.
Thinking to give her a little time she left the kitchen with the bowl and met her father who was coming with the smart phone to the kitchen; unable to open his whatsapp contact list and Ashna always helped him with that.
“don’t go to her,she looks a bit upset.” She stopped the man and together they went to the dining table.
“why..what happened?” he said as he took the chair. “did she tell you something?”
“no. she didn’t but –
“hey dii, what happened why wanting to damage every utensil of mum’s kitchen.” The second and chirpy girl of the house said entering the kitchen.
“please, Roshni…not now.” She said in a stern voice and continued soaping the pots.
The couple outside heard the little word exchange and lady said to her husband, “she does this; a noisy dish washing session, when she is upset or if something is bothering her.”she whispered to her husband.
“so lets wait for her to open up herself .” man suggested calling his other daughter. “Roshni, come here. I need your help.”
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The dinner mostly went in silence when she thought she should tell them because keeping it to herself was killing her. She recalled the morning when she had thought, in evening she will tell them his YES and here she had to tell them his NO.
She could have waited him to come and tell them himself but then she was stronger than this and she knew it was better to end the illusion itself then to expect others to show up.
“Papa mummy, I need to tell you something.” She mustered up the courage finally.
“Why ,you don’t need to tell me.” her sister commented smiling at her and in return she got a stare from their mother.
“Yeah Ashu say..” her father said.
“We don’t need to wait for him anymore, he has gotten his bride.” She said trying to concentrate on her spoon to brush away the tears .
“What do you mean Di?” her sister asked surprised although she had been saying her from quite some time he wasn’t saying a yes.
“Yeah, he has got the girl and as he has gotten an offer to work in Germany, he needs his marriage soon.” she said finally looking up she was surprised why no one reacted surprised than her sister.
‘You are okay?” she asked as she found both of them staring her.
“Ashna…we have seen the life, experienced the life…we have known this from quite some time. It was expected.” her father said. “From day first he was hesitant about this proposal. No wonder it came.”
“and are you okay our girl ,”her mother came to her. “don’t worry love ,there would be some other prince who would marry my perfect girl.” And she hid her face in her mother’s stomach and the lady caressed her hairs.
“ today I got to know hugs can be one handed too.” After a while her sister tried to make the atmosphere light. “what say papa?” she said as she kept her chin on her father’s head from behind circling his neck with one hand.
“Why not…but lets now wash our hands, and after that we will all play antakshari today.” Their father suggested.
“yes.” And Roshni high fived their father.
And here she hugged her mum a little more trying to forget that one man she waited for years, perhaps he was not his knight in shining armor….perhaps.
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Hey guys next part is updated and its short cause I want Ashna and this moment to be her own.
I love her guys; she would be that one character I will love always and she will always be a part of this story in direct ways or indirect ways.
Hope you like it, I will wait for your response. And thank you all the readers and silent readers for your support.
With love Morusya.