This story is set in the 90's background
"I see her everyday in school and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sit on the 4th bench of 2nd row is going to be my wife soon. I know she must be thi...
This chapter is to the beautiful bond we daughters share with our father.
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Anav's POV
Next day
As usual, my routine was same. Today Dharini was looking ok. After classes, I waited for her to come out. As soon as I spotted her with Drishu, I called her. Dharini instantly came to me. I guess she is not shy much from me as before.
"How are you Dharini?" I asked "I'm good sir, how are you?" "Now I'm good" as I said this, I can see blush crept on her face. She is cute. She is going to be my wife, I think I can flirt with her little here and there. "H..how was the function?" "It was good..I missed you" I said honestly. But she chose to ignore it and asked next question.
"what did they name the baby?" "Shashwat" I replied "Ok"
After our little conversation we parted ways. . . . It's evening and I'm on my way to Dharini's home to teach her and also, Ma gave box of sweets for them so I'm taking it with me. I rang door bell. "Jijaji? Welcome.." drishu called me in excitedly. "Anav ji, you? Please come in" Ma said I quickly went to her to touch her feet. "Ma gave this for you" I said and forwarded the box of sweets to her.
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"Kya hai isme?" (What is in this?") Asked drishu
"Sweets"
"Sweeets??" She asked with excitement and quickly came to take it that's when Dharini also came out. Her mother hit on back of Drishu's hand lightly. "Hath dho ke" (after hand wash) I looked at Dharini, who seems to be happy. Then she ask me to sit in her father's study room while she is bringing her books. But instead of waiting for her in study room, I decided to go with her. When I entered in the room, first thing I noticed was the flowers I gave her that day. They are still fresh and she kept it in jar filled with water on her bedside table.
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"They are still fresh??" I said. More like question. To be honest, I was expecting her to keep it for a day then throw it next day. That is what people usually do right? I couldn't contain the happiness I'm feeling inside. She tried to keep them fresh as long as she can. This shows that how much importance she gave to those flowers just because I brought them for her. This small gesture of her stirred something in me. "Huh?" She gave me a questioning gaze "Flowers, they are still fresh" "Uh..y..yes..they smell so good.." she replied and I can see the awkwardness and blush covering her cheeks. I chose not to make her more awkward and didn't pushed the topic more. "Let's go" I told her with a smile then took some of her books from her hand to take them to her father's study room. I gave one last glance at those flowers and made a mental note to bring them to her often. She seems to like them.
