My Beloved Jaan (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight

*Some Bangla in this chap - translations in parenthesis!*

"Yeh tumne ghalat ki," Kinjal said.

It was the weekend and Khushi was home.

"I know Ma," Khushi replied as she washed the dishes. "I feel bad."

"Hmm, you should be. Do you know how you'll find him?"

"Well... no."

Kinjal sighed. "Poor guy. He seemed sweet and all... and you?" She shook her head.

"Oh please Mumma! Stop having so much sympathy for Toh."

"Yeh, Toh kaun hain?"

Khushi but her tongue and winced, looking at her mom.

Kinjal wiggled her eyebrows. "Ki? Ki lukacho? (What are you hiding?) Hmm?"

"Kichu na Amu! (Nothing)"

"Aubushoy kichu lukacho. (You're definitely hiding something.)"

Khushi tossed the dish towel at the island. "Alright, maybe a little something."

"And?"

"Well, Lavanya called him the hot guy at the wedding, and she wanted to use that as his nickname so I made up Toh. As in hot backwards."

"How cute."

"Issh Ma! (Please Ma!) This is why I don't tell you these things."

"I can't help myself. I feel like a young woman again."

Khushi shook her head, smiling. She went over to her mom and gave her a hug. "You're the best Ma."

"I know."

Khushi looked at her, her expression saying really?

Kinjal chuckled. "And you're the best daughter."

"Voh toh main hoon," and both laughed away.

The two headed upstairs and Khushi found her Papa in his office. He was still working and Khushi shook her head and went over to him. She hugged him from behind, her arms around his neck.

"Oof ho Papa! Why do you have to work all day," Khushi exclaimed.

"Because if I don't then how will you eat?"

"No problem! I'll just go sneak something-"

"Khushi," he said warningly.

"Okay! Sorry! But you know I'm joking!"

"Not a very funny joke, is it?"

Khushi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Anyways, what are you doing?"

"Checking all the balances."

Khushi grabbed some papers and went through them. "They look alright."

"Hmm... well that's enough for today, hmm?"

"I think it was enough hours ago."

Karan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Karan got up and put his arm around Khushi. "Time for bed."

Khushi nodded and they walked down the hall. They stopped at Karan's and Kinjal's room first. Karan kissed his daughter's forehead and went into his room. Khushi pretended to walk away and then looked back inside. Her father had gone to bed, staying all the way on his side of the bed. Kinjal came out of the bathroom and saw Karan. She turned off the lights and laid down on her side of the bed, staying far away from him. The distance was highly noticeable and Khushi sighed.

Poor mom and dad. My heart goes out to them, and then she left to her room and went to sleep.