The Only String Attached

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"I loved Bani alot Bela...and you...you.. are my best friend..you both left me broken", he said with a dull tone.

"Mahira...I would love to give her you as her mother, she will also...she will also love you..", he said. He loves me, but not in a romantic way. But this will never affect my love towards Mahira.

"You..you know..whenever I look into Mahira's eyes, it...it reminds me of you...you and Bani, the same chocolate orbs", he said smiling against my shoulder. His beard is poking me on my shoulder as I'm wearing a sleevless blouse.

"You...you both sisters don't have mercy on this guy right? but my Mahira is not like that, she..she loves her daddaa alot. She will never leave me", he said.

"Mahir.. I.., listen to me na, I..I told you not to talk ...and you...are talking againn.. don't teach this...this..bad manners to my daughter ok"? he said and I was waiting for him to talk. But there is no moment from him. Still his hand and leg are resting on me. I turned to his side, he is sleeping like a baby snoring lightly. 

I caressed his forehead and slowly untangled myself from him. I gave a small peck on his forehead and left that room with tears continuously flowing from eyes. I sat on the sofa in the hall and started crying. If I had faced problems, this man faced more problems then me. I just lost my love once, but he lost his love not once nor twice, but thrice. And now god must be playing his own game. Tying two broken people together. It's broken but not beautiful. 

I went and checked on Mahira, she was also sleeping just like her dad. I'm feeling sad that my sister couldn't see her daughter growing. Mahir told me that he loved me, but I can say that it was just a friendly love but not in a romantic way as I did. And he is drunk now. Never believe drunk people. But many say that people speak truth when they are drunk. With all these thoughts I drifted to sleep on the sofa itself.

My sleep was disturbed by the sun rays falling from the window. I checked the time it was 6 in the morning. I checked on Mahira and she was still sleeping. I went for a quick shower and came out wearing a saree. All those scenes of last night are flashing in my mind while wearing saree. I shrugged off those thoughts and came out. I saw Mahira moving, as soon as I saw her she started to cry out loudly. And the walls of this house literally  break when she cries. I mixed her milk in the bottle and tried to feed her. As usual she was not drinking properly, after saying cute nothings to her she started drinking her milk.

I did her burp and took her to the lobby. Mallika didi left early in the morning. I settled  on the sofa with her. I was massaging her and Mahir came out looking fresh holding his head with his hands.

"Mahiraa.. why crying when dadda is here baby..", he said making funny faces. I smiled looking at them. He looked at me and asked for a coffee.

I gave him coffee and took Mahira in my arms.

"Now Mahira baby will do bathing bathing..", saying this I started to take body oils and shampoos in my other hand but I was stopped by him again. I hope he doesn't say anything like last time.

"I will help you with her bath",he said and took those body oils and shampoos from hand. Thank god. I hope he does't remember about last night. We both together gave Mahira a nice bath and took her to the room for changing.

"From when you started wearing sarees"? he asked. I looked at him blankly.

"There is no need of wearing anything in which you are uncomfortable, feel free to wear anything you like ", he said while making Mahira wear her clothes.

"It's nothing like that..I..I'm even comfortable in this ", I said looking at him.

Mahira was giggling and clapping her hands with her tiny hands. We both looked at her and gave a small smile to each other.