---Nisha's POV---

Yeh phir sa roh rahi hai.

She's already two! Why can't she just sleep?

"Shehry,"I said.

"Shehry, wake up!" I said.

"Kya hua?" He asked.

"Apki beti mujha sona nahi dah rahi hai," I said.

"Toh phir tumhari kya ma lagthi hai?" He asked.

"Shehry, ma par math jho warna,"I said.

"Warna kya?" He asked.

"Mai bi barbaar apki ma par chal jhu gi," I said.

"Uff! Yeh larki bi nah,"he said.

"Jho dekho!" I said.

"Jha raha hu,"he said not bothering to get up.

"Thaka maru kya?" I asked.

"Jha raha hu,"he said getting up.

He left and and went to see what she needed. A few seconds later, the crying had stopped.

"There, are you happy now?" He asked.

"Ji," I said.

Our daughter really was a daddy's girl.

"Shehry,"I said.

"Abh kya hai?" He asked.

"Yeh koi tahrika ha?" I asked.

"Haan hai. Kas kar kai jab tumna meri neend kharab ki,"he said.

"Shehry,"I complained.

"Bolo,"he said.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too,"he said.