*Yaatriyan Kripya dhyaan de..

*present time me likha gaya part normally likha hai.. Present ke dialogues bold me likha hai

*flashbacks itallics me hai.. Flashbacks ke dialogue bold+itallics me

*(itallics+cetre allignment) me letter likha hai

Please please please read till the end🙏🙏

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The doors of the mansion opened wide welcoming its heir. The lights shined bright even in the nook and corner of the house, but his life was as dark as the night.. The sounds of servants was well heard, but his ears were dying to hear the only one voice. The mansion was just a building for him now! It wasn't his home anymore!

He touched the nameplate which had his surname "The Ganjus". A lone tear escaped from his eyes.

"Zindagi ne bohut jaldi yeh zimmedari dedi" he thought to himself and stepped inside.

He looked at the house as if he saw it after a long time! His eyes roamed around.  Memories flashed in front of him as he recalled the moments since his childhood.

"wah,, hamara beta to kitna achha drawing karta hai". His father's words rang in his ears. It was when he was in first standard. He won a prize in art competition and his father had accompanied him to the prize ceremony..

"Daddy g bro, mumma hamare saath kyun nahi rehti..  Wo jaati kahan hai? Wo kabhi mujhe khaana nahi khilati.. Kabhi mera sar nahi sehlati... Kabhi kabhi to aisa lagta.. Jaise wo mujhse pyaar hi nahi karti. "

He saw the his younger version, seating on the dining table and his father feeing him his lunch!

"mumma fauji hai na beta.. Desh ki sewa karti hai.. Tumhein to mumma pe proud hona chahiye.. Mumma enemies se fight karti hai.. Aur humsabko protect karti hai.. Aur bacha.. Mumma aapse bohut pyaar karti hai.. Bas ek baar wo mission se wapas aajaye.. Dekhna.. Phir wo kabhi tumse dur nahi jaayengi.. Okay?" His father had explained him after which he hugged him tightly and smiled whole heartily.

He didn't want to cry, but the memories were making him extremely emotional.. He had always spent more time with his father than his mother!

"Dad, jabse mumma gyi hai.. Aap kabhi mujhe time nahi dete.. Uss din mera annual function tha.. Sabke parents aaye the dekhne ke liye..  Par aap nahi aaye" He had cried on the day of his annual function because he had none from his family... He thought his father would come on time but to his dismay, his father reached the school one hour after the function ended.

"i am sorry beta.. Par me kya karta.. Mumma ke jaane ke baad meri responsibilities badhgayi hai.. Kaam badhgaya hai..  I am soo sorry.. Aage se aisa kabhi nahi hoga promise.. "

After the death of his mother, every thing changed. His father gave him less attention, he sometimes would even forget him... Slowly slowly it seemed, he had lost everything..  He lost his mother in her last mission.. And after her death, he had lost his father too

He remembered his father coming late from work and then going to office early in the morning before he could wake up. He, all of a sudden, felt lonely even when surrounded with many servants. At first, it was odd, for a child who used to always stay close to his dad, had suddenly been distanced.. It felt like he was losing himself..  He was losing his soul. But as life went on, he got adapted to loneliness. He lost interest in painting and other activities that he was good at! 

He paced around in the hall. He left to the rooms of the mansion. He reached his room. It was the same as he had kept before he left the mansion. Looking around, his eyes fell on the guitar! The guitar which is father had gifted him after his high school. He smiled looking at the guitar. He traced his trembling fingers on the guitar which made him feel like his father was there, with him! In front of him!

"Daddy g bro..  Dekho mene yeh guitar bajana sikhliya finally... Lets have some party!"

"Beta, kaam karne de mujhe.. Party karne ka time nahi hai yeh"

"yeah yeah.. As always" he told his father in a tone as if it was normal for him!

"Ek baar sunlete to kya hojata daddy g bro.." He said as if talking to the guitar. His throat felt heavy.  Words refused to escape. He rushed out of the room, back to the hall. His eyes fell on the swing. His all time favourite place, just like his father!

"Nalayak  kabhi to kaam karle.. Mere jaane ke baad tera kya hoga... Kabhi kabhi to lagta hai ghar me tere badale ek kutta paala hota to wo tujhse zyaada mehenati banta"

He smiled remembering his father's words. May be the first time in years did he want to hear those words again.. He wanted his father to scold him again for his laziness.. He so badly wanted to hear his voice.. 

He sat on the swing and closed his eyes.  Tears didn't stop flowing.. He kept recalling all the memories... Running away from the house as he didn't want to go to the diary farm..  Becoming a cadet of Parakram.... Becoming a Special Agent after hard training.. And finally completing his first mission! First mission where he led his troop to victory!

"Mene kaha tha dad..  I will prove myself.. Dekho..  Me gaya tha SidG banke.. Aur aaj..  Special Agent SIDHHART GANJU banke wapas aaya hoon..Please Papa bro...😭please..  Ek baar iss nalayak se baat karlo"

He kept crying loudly.. The happiest day of his life became a misery.. He had returned to his hometown after his first mission, to show his father than his "nalayak beta" isn't nalayak anymore... But his world crashed when he got a phone call informing him that his father got a heart attack.. He had thought to give his father a surprise by returning to him in his Special Agent uniform.  But life gave him a miserable surpise..

He kept crying sitting on the swing. Suddenly, he stood up and went and stood in front of the photo frame.. The photo frame of His Father: AVINASH GANJU.. A servant came near him and gave him a letter..

"Sid baba.. Sir ne yeh letter diya tha.. Kaha tha ki aapko dedoon.. Wo.. Hospital me admit hone se pehle... "

Sid immediately took the letter and opened it. He kissed the letter with tears still flowing from his eyes! With heavy heart, he started reading the letter.

Oye nalayak,
Aansu ponchh apne.. Pata hai tu ro raha hoga.. Mujhe to yeh nahi pata ki tu rone kabse laga.. Mera aalsi ladka rone me bhi aalas nahi karsakta kya?  Band kar rona..

Sid immediately wiped his tears and tried to smile. He continued reading the letter.

Agar tu yeh letter padhraha hai, mtlb yahi hai ki me tere paas nahi hoon. Mujh nahi pata me tujhe wapas dekh paaunga ya nahi..  Tujhe ek aakhri baar gale laga paaunga ya nahi.. Tere jaane ke baad yeh ghar itna suna suna lagraha hai.. Ki kya bataun.. Itne saal hogaye.. Tujhe dekhe hue.. Aakhri baar tab aaya tha jab mera accident hua tha.. Pata nahi ab kab aayega..

With every word, his guilt increased. Only if he had returned to his father before his mission... He wished to go back to the time where he was confused whether to meet his father then or after mission and he chose to meet him afterwards!  This thought pierced his heart..

Kabhi keh nahi paaya tujhse.. Shayad keh bhi nahi paaunga.. Pata nahi, aakhri baar tujhe dekh bhi paaunga ya nahi!

Pata hai sid, tu na sirf dikhta apni maa jaisa hai.. Par teri harkatein..  A to Z mera carbon copy hai tu.. College ke days me, me bhi sabko Bro bro kehke bulata tha..  Me bhi tere jaisa tha.. Haan jaanta hoon,  yakeen nahi horaha hoga tujhe..  Par yeh sach hai..

Sid couldn't believe this.. "jab mere jaise the to mujhe kyun tokte the?" was the only thought which came to his mind after reading this..

Par phir me tujhe kyun tokta tha?  Yahi sochraha hai na? Beta.. Me nahi chahta tha tu apni life waste kare.. Mujhe yaad hai bachpan se tu painting me kitna achha tha... Tu guitar bhi bohut achha bajata tha.. Teri maa ke jaane ke baad me kabhi tujhpe dhyaan nahi depaya.. Uske liye mujhe hamesha afsos rahega bacha... Me zindagi bhar iss guilt se nahi nikal paaunga ki mene tujhse tera bachpan chhin liya..  Please mujhe uske liye maaf karde.. Please beta apne iss baap ko maafi dedena..

"Daddy g.. Aisa mat bolo" he thought as he was reading the letter.

Chal tujhe na... Kuchh secrets batata hoon.. Tera wo drawing, jisme tujhe first prize mila tha... Wo mere study room me hai..  Frame karke.. Jaake dekhlena baad me... Tera wo annual function.. Han me wo attend nahi karpaaya tha.. Uske liye bhi sorry.. Par pata hai.. Tere wo performance ki cd mere cupboard me hai..  Aaj bhi dekhta hoon wo performance tera.. Tu mujhe guitar sunana chahta tha na..  I know, mere business ke chalte mene uss din tujhe time nahi depaaya.. Par tujhe pata hai..  Jab tu apne room me ek baar der raat ko guitar bajaraha tha.. Uss din mene pura suna tha..

Tears flowed like a river from his eyes.  He was shocked with these confessions. He always thought that his father neglected him.  But he had never imagined that his father admired his work secretly.

Sun, agar kabhi wapas mile, to please ek baar mere liye guitar bajadena.. Bohut man hai tujhe guitar bajata dekhna..

Monami ka call aaya tha do mahine pehle..  Kehrahi thi.. Tu special agent bangaya.. Mujhe to yakeen nahi hua..  Par phir usne mujhe teri photo di.. Uniform me.. Mere aankhon se aansu ruke hi nahi... Tujhme mujhe avantika ki parchhai dikhi.. Mere room me.. Teri wo photo hai.. Teri maa ke side me teri photo..

"Kamini.. Mujhe bata nahi sakti thi.. Hamesha papa ko mere baare me info deti rahi.. Mujhse bhi baat karwadeti" Sid said to himself..

"jaise wo kehti aur tu baat karleta.." his inner voice mocked at him.

Mujhe to tune yeh bhi nahi bataya ki tu apna pehla mission lead karne jaaraha.. Kya itna dur kardiya mene tujhe khudse.. Ki tu mujhe yeh bhi nahi batana chahta tha.. Khair..  Koi naa.. I am happy for you..  Tune finally khudko prove kardiya..  Ganju parivaar ka naam roshan kardiya..

Sid.. Pata nahi kabhi tera peeth thapthapake tujhe shaabashi de paaunga ya nahi..  Kabhi tujhe uss uniform me dekhpaaunga ya nahi.. Isliye iss letter me boldeta hoon..

Siddhart Ganju.. I am proud of you!  I am really really really proud of you!  Bhagwaan se yahi pray karunga ki mujhe har janam me avantika jaisi life partner aur tere jaisa beta mile.. Bhagwaan ko bohut bohut bohut thank you mujhe tere jaisa beta dene ke liye...

Sid closed his eyes as if he was absorbing the words of the letter..  Finally his father was proud of him..
"hamesha se aapke mun se yeh sun na chahta tha Dad..  Par aise.. Yeh nahi jaanta tha.. Bas ek baar aap khud apni aawaaz me boldo..  That you are proud of me..  Please😭"

He got a call which broke his trance. He wiped his tears, took deep breath and picked the call..

"bol monu"

"Sid.. Jaldi se hospital aa.. Uncle ka operation successful hogaya hai.. Unhein kabhi bhi hosh ajaayega"

Sid just heard this and rushed to the hospital. He was driving at a high speed yet carefully. He was still in his uniform.. It had been 48 hours since he returned and his father was admitted in the hospital..  He hadn't changed his clothes...

He reached the hospital and ran to his father's ward.. He saw his father lying on the bed with the machines attached to him. Beside him stood his best buddy monami and his wife, Sanjana... With baby steps he went towards his father and sat on the stool beside the bed.

Monami and Sanjana stood beside Sid,  keeping their hands on his shoulders for giving him support.

Sid held Avinash's hand. Tear drops fell on his hand. Sid was crying!  The mere thought of losing his father made him realise how much he had neglected his duty as a son.  He might be a good agent.. But according to him,  he failed as a son.. 

Avinash slowly woke up and smiled seeing Sid beside him.

"S...si... Siddhart"

"Daddy g" he cried and hugged his father tightly..  "i am sorry daddy g bro..  I am sorry..  Me ek achha beta nahi banpaaya..  I am sorry😭"

"na.. Nahi sid...i.. I am sorry... Mene tujhe khudse dur kardiya...tujhe ek pita ka pyaar nahi de paaya..  I am sorry" Avinash's showed how much guilty he was..

"aap sorry mat bolo dad.. Apna khyaal kyun nahi rakhte..  Me aapko surprise dena chahta tha.. Aur aap.. "

"baap aakhir baap hota hai beta" avinash said and chuckled.

"to iss baap ko bolo apna khyaal rakhe.. Warna ye beta phir kabhi baat nahi karega"

"oofoo. Tu kabse itna rotdu bangya.. Arre sanjana beti.. Tujhe yahi mila tha shaadi karne ke liye? Monu..  Sambhal iss gadhe ko..  Yeh tera best friend nursery ka bacha lagraha mujhe" he told to Sanjana and monami who were smiling with tears in their eyes seeing the father son duo..

"Sid.. Beta bas.. Aur mat roo..arre.. BETA JI BRO.. BAS" he tried to lift Sid's mood.

"kya daddy g bro.. Umar dekho apni.. Bro bro bularahe.." Sid said by wiping his tears...

"arre teri hone wali beti ya beta ko bhi me grandchild bro bulaunga.. Unhein bhi to pata chale unka dada kitna cool hai"

"Dad" Sid again hugged him..

"Oye nalayak... I am proud of you..emotional hogaya me to.. Tujhe iss uniform me dekhke.. Keep it up.. Mera nalayak beta"

"agent bangaya.. Lekin phir bhi nalayak bulaaoge? " Sid asked like a child..

"mere liye tu hamesha nalayak hi rahega..samjha.." Avinash laughed and said..

He gestured Sid to bend down a bit.. Sid followed. Avinash kissed his forehead and said..  "I AM PROUD TO BE KNOWN AS YOUR FATHER"

The room's door opened and there stood one of the Ganju's servants with a guitar in his hand.

"papa ko guitar sun ne ka man tha..  To hum ne inhein bulwa liya." Sanjana informed a confused looking Sid. Monu stepped towards the servant, took the guitar and gave it to Sid.

Sid closed his eyes and smiled.. He then opened his eyes and started playing the guitar looking and smiling at his father. Avinash too was enjoying the tune and was happy seeing his son achieving his goals and still being the same easy going Sid by nature❤

"Raat ke andhere me lori gaake sulaya hai...
Exams ke tension ke beech, apne haathon se khilaya hai..
Ek maa aur baap dono ka farz nibhaya hai..
Usse uski maa se zyaada uske papa ne sambhala hai"

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Ek bada saa OS for the Ganju Father and Son duo..

I really want to see how their bond turns in the show.. Just an idea popped in my mind and i was unable to resist myself from writing this..

I hope i did justice to the Father and Son duo.❤❤

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Buh bye❤