His Little Angel

It was the time for the cremation of Mrs. Leena Raichand. She was lying lifeless on the pyre while a few people from the family surrounded her.The atmosphere was tragic, and the scenery complimented the feeling of grief. A barren ground on the Riverside. The weather was cloudy, while the chirping of birds could be heard minutely. The silence was scattered all around except the chanting of the pandit ji, who was fulfilling the rituals before she would be cremated.The lifeless woman was adorned with beautiful ornaments and looked like a bride, except for the fact, that she wasn't. People surrounding her looked upset, but the lack of tears didn't explain their grief. Their expressions, in turn, explained how dear was she to all of them."Mr. Raichand, we shall proceed further," the pandit ji spoke as he was done chanting the mantras.Mr. Raichand quietly nodded as he picked up a piece of the wooden log which was lit with fire and proceeded towards the pyre. He looked upset and why he w

RAJVEERThe moment I entered the warehouse, my eyes fell on that kid named Diya. I noticed that she was looking at me, or I should say staring at me. Her stare was kind of creepy, but somehow I didn't feel uncomfortable. I just felt something different. A feeling that I have never felt before, not even when I saw Leena ever in my life.I turned towards Ahmed to know the reason why he had called me here. I know it was something related to money, and I have told my men to ask me for decisions about money, no matter how trivial the matter is, I should be informed. But before that, I needed to scold him as my family is mourning my dead wife and I should have been with them."What happened Ahmed? Why did you call me urgently? Have you forgotten the fact that my family is grieving and I am in no mood to work for thirteen days," I said in a firm voice so that I looked devastated after my wife's death."Sorry, but who died?"The next moment, I heard that girl's voice asking who died. And I fe

DIYA"Maa..."The words escaped from my throat in a low tone, explaining the anxiety I felt after seeing my mother standing in front of the house with expressions full of anger.I knew she would blast on me as I didn't inform her about my absence, nor did I tell her about my work, in fact, I didn't complete the household chores. She would kill me today."You wretched girl," Maa scowled as she approached me and yanked my hairs without even giving me the time to retreat.She then pulled me inside the house while yanking my hairs and pushed me on the floor. "Ahh," I cried out the moment I hit the floor.Tears started gushing down my eyes as I sobbed silently, fearing about what was waiting for me now. I know, Bhaiya doesn't fight with maa, so he won't be there to save me from her wrath. She will eat me up. I don't know, why she hates me so much?"Maa, what are you doing?"To my surprise, Bhaiya immediately held my hand and pulled me up so that I could stand and questioned maa. I closed

RAJVEERBoth of us turned towards my son standing behind us."Ved," I mumbled."Who is this, Papa?" He asked me, pointing towards Diya.I knelt so that I can be at Ved's height and held my son. "She is like your nanny. She will be playing with you, teaching you, feed you lunch and dinner and everything else. She can be your best friend too, you can share everything with her," I softly spoke, hoping Ved to accept Diya."You mean she is my mummy now?" Ved straight asked."No, why she would be your mummy?"I was taken aback by Ved's sudden question. His tone didn't feel good, which means he had his doubts regarding Diya and now, I have no idea how Ved would react. My optimism vanished in just a moment."Both of you were talking about my mummy, I heard that and now you're saying that she will be with me, play with me, take care of me and everything else that mummy used to do. So, you want to make her my mummy?" Ved questioned in a rude tone.He had heard our conversation and he misunders

DIYA"Do you know that falling sick so frequently isn't normal?"Rajveer's words made me chuckle and I couldn't control it. Due to that, he looked at me."Sir, many people in this world have weak immunity and that's why they do fall sick frequently. I think I do have weak immunity that's why," I answered."Yeah, but 104° fever isn't something anyone can get every month," he reasoned."Sir, you live in this fancy, posh house with all the facilities available, and cleanliness maintained. You're having a hygienic environment. While I live in a slum, a one-room house, a drain with flowing dirty water right behind my house and other unhygienic conditions. Falling sick is easy for me," I answered with a calm smile."Still, you should visit a doctor and have a proper checkup," he responded.I looked at him, he looked worried about me and I don't know why, but that made me smile."You don't have to worry about me, sir. You should take care of your health right now. Or else I won't be able to