Chapter 45

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The Joshi’s were silently having their dinner while Samar served them. Charlie, the pet, looked at everyone with curiosity and confusion at the deadpanned silence in the house. While munching the chapattis with the bland apple gourd curry, Parisa texted Anvesha,

You know things went well but your boyfriend ruined it all. Bhaiya did not pick up the phone. I got a slap because of him and he is oblivious to everything.

Anvesha, who was beginning with her first episode of the prime time debate show just chuckled as she made up her mind to call Parisa later on. She was curious to know the details of the drama Parisa had pulled up on her advice though she felt bad that the little girl had to undergo some thrashings.

Anvesha called Adhyayan who did not receive the call and she sighed exasperatedly realizing the celebrity chef was indeed, busy. Her team called her and she got back to her work.

It was ten at night when Adhyayan got some time to breathe. He was dead tired because of a hectic day. He was still at his restaurant. Looking at his call logs, he decided if he should his sister at this hour or not. Deciding against it, he dialed his girlfriend.

Anvesha, who had just returned to her studio apartment after a hectic day from work was anxious to know the public response on her new show. The live debate indeed, received tremendous viewership satisfying her a bit. Hoping for the best, she reheated her meals the maid had cooked for her and had her dinner in solace. She had decided to call Parisa in the afternoon, the next day. She purposely ignored Parisa’s text as she felt it would be insensitive for her to acknowledge the little girl over a text message. While she was cleaning the dishes, her phone rang.

She chuckled to see Adhyayan calling her. Remembering the text from his sister, she wondered Adhyayan would have lot much to talk about. Receiving the call, the couple exchanged pleasantries. The curious Anvesha tried to probe a lot but to no avail. That’s when she realized, the most-awaited conversation between the father-son duo, had not taken place. Being disappointed, Anvesha had lost interest in the discourse. With tiredness kicking inside her body, she bade good night to the celebrity chef and drowsed off.

Mr. Hariprakash Joshi was disappointed when his son had not called back. He was purposely watching the TV shuffling one channel to another waiting for the call while his wife sighed as she closed her eyes.

Parisa, on the other hand, was beyond angry realizing both Adhyayan and Anvesha avoided her. She tried focusing on few questions of Integration but she was not able to concentrate on the calculations.
Parisa scowled as she texted her brother,

Bhaiya, if you are done romancing with your girlfriend, call me.

Adhyayan, on the other hand, who was ready to leave his restaurant instructing his employees to manage the rest, was shocked reading the text from his sister and he immediately called her.

With a frown on his face, the celebrity chef roared, “What is this, Parisa?”

“I texted her too, she didn’t reply. You are also avoiding me. I think you both are having a sleepover, you know what I mean.” Parisa hissed furiously in response as she closed her Mathematics book and kept her registers aside.

Adhyayan was embarrassed. He could not expect his little sister to think all the dirty stuff about him. Speculating what to speak and what not, he chuckled as he said, “I had a shortage of staff so I was busy and I couldn’t talk with you. I am still at work and will go home now. As far as Anvesha is concerned, she aired the live debate today.”

Face-palming himself and pulling his hair in frustration, Adhyayan questioned, “Why are you speaking all gross and why did you text her?”

Bhaiya, on her advice, I tried talking to our father and Papa misses you. He wanted to talk to you when I called but you had to ruin it. To tell you more, I am in touch with your girlfriend since the day she came home.” Parisa spoke sheepishly and Adhyayan could not believe his ears. He was waiting for this moment since last six years and he cursed himself for avoiding the call.

“I missed it”, he spoke as he mumbled curses to himself when Parisa said, “Stop cursing and be a good boy, big man. I will check if Papa is awake.”

Adhyayan scratched the back of his neck as a smile crept on his bow-shaped lips. He mentally made a note to thank Anvesha for bringing happiness in his life and trying to reunite him with his father. His heart was thumping loudly as he could hear footsteps of his sister over the phone-call. He heard the sound of the wooden old opening and he realized, his sister had reached in their parent’s room. He had indeed, not forgotten anything of the place he called his home once.

Wave of nostalgia hit him when Adhyayan heard his sister’s voice, “Papa, bhaiya, had a busy day at work. He is still at his restaurant. Please talk to him”.

Mr. Hariprakash Joshi, who was lying on his bed trying to sleep was taken aback when his daughter asked him to talk to his son. He was ashamed of hitting his daughter in anger but was proud of her after all, she made him realize his mistake. He sat on the bed and took her phone.

Adhyayan could hear his heartbeat as sweat beads formed on his face as he heard his father’s voice, “Hello”.

Adhyayan’s voice turned hoarse as tears of happiness trickled from his left eye. Gathering courage, he said, “Namaste, Papa. How are you?”

“So finally you got time to ask how am I”, Mr. Hariprakash Joshi said in croaky voice trying hard not to breakdown in front of his kids. He wondered why did not he keep aside his ego for once and talked to his son. A wave of satisfaction hit him realizing the turn of events.

“Sorry, Papa”, Adhyayan spoke as he wondered what took him so long to make up with his father. Why did not call his father or visit home in last six years, his inner conscience questioned him leaving him speechless.

“Come home someday. We have lot much to catch, my boy.” Mr. Joshi said smiling at his daughter as he took a deep breath.

“I will come home over the weekend, Papa. I miss you all every day.” Adhyayan confessed as a sob escaped from his mouth.

“Take care and stop crying, my son”, Mr. Hariprakash Joshi said with a smile on his face while Parisa admired the satisfaction on her father’s face.

Adhyayan just chuckled as he said, “How you got to know that I am crying, Papa?” wiping his tears as some of his workers looked at him suspiciously wondering why the strong-headed celebrity chef seemed broken.

“I am your father, Adhyayan”, the retired brigadier said as he bade good night to his son disconnecting the call.

He got up and hugged his daughter shedding down his unshed tears finally relieving his eyes, his mind, his heart and his soul after six years.

Happily Adhyayan drove to his penthouse as he mentally planned to visit his hometown on Sunday. He planned to personally thank his girlfriend the next day when he was meeting her brother. Wanting to share the good news with her, with a smile on his face, he texted Anvesha,

Thank you for bringing happiness in my life. I will be visiting home this weekend.

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