"kya mein ise uthau???" omkara asked.

"kyu nai..aaap toh papa hai uski. gauri grinned, handing her husband the little bundle of joy. He just stood there for a little while, swaying back and forth. Admiring the newborn.

"She's so perfect." was all he could say.

"This is perfect." she smiled before falling to a sleep that she would never wake from.

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gauri knew her pregnancy was a high risk but she didn't want omkara to worry. So she never told him how risky it was. He was so happy when she told him that she was pregnant, she knew abortion was an option.

omkara became depressed after he had watched gauri die in the hospital. The family took care of little anaya for a few days but they all knew that what she needed was her father, but omkara refused to ever leave the bedroom he shared with gauri.

So, they left the child alone in the room so that he try to get close to her. He yelled for someone to take care of her but the family refused to come. He stared at her. Hating her. Hating that she took his gauri away from him.

But then she smiled. gauris goofy looking smile. All he saw in her was gauri. She was all he had left of gauri. This one, small, delicate, little, piece of gauri..his gauri. He could no longer hate her. She was gauris daughter after all.

he gently moved towards her and keenly observed her.little anaya exactly looked like her mom...those almond eyes...tiny lips...that small nose..and those chubby cheeks...all way he found his chirayya in her.he took her in his arms...brought her closer to his heart and tightly holded her.....

"chodgai voh hame chodke anaya...chali gai tumhari mumma ham dono ko akele chodke.kya karoon mein??kaise rahoon mein av is duniya mein??apni chirayya ke bina.sab kuch sikhaya voh mujhe...bass yeh nahi ki akele,unki bina kaise jeena."
and a lone tear escaped his eyes... it landed on little anayas cheeks and as a responce to it she tightly covered her fingers around oms index finger assuring him that she would be with him forever.

"Beta...mujhe nai pata ki mai kaise aage badhu...par mein yeh promise karti hoon ki tumhe sab kich mileyga jo tumhari maa chahti thi...tumhe kabhi ek maa ki kami nai hogi..tumhareliye maa papa sab hogi mein...apni sweety ko sab kuch mileyga." and he wiped off his tears and walked out of the room with anaya in his arms

*Seven Years Later*

"omi aaj ham mumma ko dekhne jaenge ka?" anaya asked as omkara made her breakfast. He paused for a moment, surprised.

"tume aaj hi jaana hai candy?" he asked.

"haa...please papa?"

"Well, we always go on her birthday and mother's day par aaj tumhari bday hai" ( hum humesa tumhari mom ke bday aur mother's day pe jate hai unse milne par aaj tumhari bday hai)

"aaj mein uskeliye kuch banaya hai.please le jaiye na papa"

and finally he said a "yes"...he knew that when ever his lil candy wants to convince her omi she called him papa..and the word papa melts his heart

"kya banaya hai meri candy apni mumma keliye?"

"I made her a sculpture of the three of us and I wrote her a poem aur mein use apni letter dikhaungi jiskeliye mujhe school mein prize mili." anaaya was exacly like her mother in looks but she had her papas talents

she lifted up the small sculpture and piece of paper. "I want to read it to mumma."

"haa....voh sab theek hai pehle tumhe khana hoga...warna plan cancell....

No...omi...please...i mean papa please..."

"fine...fine...ab jaldi breakfast karlo aur neeche aao ham jaenge." omkara smiled, handing his daughter the plate of alooparatha.

*At gauri grave*

"Hi mommy. I know you weren't expecting us today but I have presents for you." ( Hello mumma mujhe pata hai aap ne nai socha hoga ki aaj hum ayenge ) anaya grinned as she talked to gauris grave.

om watched as anaya placed the sculpture next to all the other sculptures that she had made over the past few years.

"I wrote this poem for you . meri teacher bhi help ki thi." anaya said, taking a deep breath before reciting it.

"Maa teri yaad satati hai, mere paas aa jaao,
Thak gaya hoon, mujhe apne aanchal mein sulao,
Ungliyaan apni pher kar baalon mein mere,
Ek baar bachpan ki loriyaan sunaao..."

The poem which little anaya wrote for her mumma made om cry his heart out

"I hope you liked it." anaya paused. "I love you mumma."

"She loves you too, or else you wouldn't be here." om said as he lifted his daughter up and hugged her.

"mujhe pata hai papa..woh aapse bhi bahut pyaar karte hai." anaya smiled. om began to cry. "pappa mat ro..please..aapko jante ho na ki mumma ko acha nai lagega.. aap rote hue dekhke"

"pata hai mujhe." he laughed as she wiped away his tears.

"omi..ab anaya-mumma talk...tum jao...car pe baito...ill be back in a minute..." said anaya

om knew that always his candy wanted a 10 mins alone with her mumma ....but he wished to know what she talked with her moms grave....still he never disturbed the mamma-daughter talk...

after talking much with her mom anaya placed the letter for which she secured a prize.and turned back...but she suddently took back the letter in her hand and ran to om hugging him....he felt his shirt wet with his candys tears.

"kya hau candy??tum ro kyu rahe ho??" and he lifted her up

without uttering a word she handed the letter to him...

yeh tum mamma keliye laayi thi na??use nai di ??" asked om

"yeh tumhare liye hai omi...."and she hugged him tight and a lone tear escaped her eyes

chalo....aaj tumhari bday hai aur tum ro rahe ho??party nai karni??

haa...karna ...hai....karna hai...anaya said in excitement

"Yeah!" she yelled in excitement as they walked away. Before they left they blew kisses towards gauris grave, like they do every time they visit.

"Good-bye mumma/gauri"

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The party was over and now anaya had already slept cz of the whole tiring day...om picked her up from the car seat and moved towards there house.he gently placed her on the bed and left before kissing her forehead and covering her with a blanket.

He ran to his room and closed himself inside his room.and he took the letter which anaya gave him at morning.and started to read it

****MY SUPER HERO******

My dad is the reason I am a well-adjusted, grateful, loving and happy girl today. I have no doubt about it. Sure, I have my down days. There are days when the developments in this world deeply upset me. I truly wonder at the human race. There are several occasions when I miss my mother who died when I was just born. I feel angry and ripped off and lonely for her and for the person she would be today. I crave the companionship of my mother when I have questions only she could answer, or when I see a mother and daughter out to lunch or sharing a dressing room in a boutique. It's a given. I loved and I lost. But I have to say that I feel truly, unimaginably blessed to have the father I have. My father didn't tell me how to live. He lived, and let me watch him do it.Being a daddy's girl is like having a permanent armor for the rest of my life.To me, the name of father was another name for love.And each and every day with my omi proves me that No one in this world can love a girl more than her father.....love u omi.....

with love ur
candy.

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Om felt his life compleate after reading it...he never knew that his daughter would love her soo much...may be than her mother...

***flash back****

"It's alright." om said as he held gauri close while she cried. they both just received devastating news. "hame khush rehne keliye ek bache ki zaroorat nai hai gauri."
"aap eise kaise keh sakte hai omkara ji?! We have been trying so hard!" she cried out.
"I know. I know, but we have adoption as an option na" om said, trying to make gauri feel better.
"farak hai omkara ji!" she yelled.
"What about a surrogacy." he suggested.
"I wanted to carry our child! It's me! I'm the problem! I can't do the one thing a woman is supposed to do!" she continued to yell. she tried to push away from om but he just held her closer.

"I know. I'm sorry." he said, kissing the top of her head. she feel asleep in his arms and woke up in them hours later. He brushed his fingers through her hair. "uth gai??."
"hmm..." she croaked, her voice hoarse from yelling and crying.
"bhook lag rahi hai???" he asked as she sat up.
"nai." she answered.
"eise kaise...tumhe kuch toh khana hoga"..."nai toh aur patla ho jaegi...aur slim gauri ko uthane mein koi maza nai hai..."

This made gauri laugh her gutt out and she hit omkaras shoulders playfully......

***********The end************

guys....please do say how it is.....and the responce fr this is really dissapointing.....