Non-erotic Beauty Betrayed.

[Blue Bull]

Did not know when we slept. My wrist watch started vibrating. I felt a weight on my morning hardness. I opened my eyes. It was going to be dawn. Her head was on my chest. Half of her body was glued to me. My body was clutched by one of her slender arms. She was sleeping peacefully with her bended thigh and calf on my crotch. What a pleasant feeling. I pulled her nearer and closed my eyes again.


Suddenly, I came to my senses. Oh! My God. It is not her but my baby. I shifted slightly and pushed her leg slowly down from my crotch but she clutched me hard again pushing my memory back again. 

I caressed her head and cheek lovingly and embarrassed her tighter. This baby is going to kill me, pushing back my memories of her. I was afraid of breakdown but still happy, I am not alone..

Lotus buds were unfurled. She looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Moved slightly up and gave a peck on my cheek and cooed,

• Good Morning Baboojee.
  

I was bewildered. The best morning wish I had. I Kissed her back.

• Good Morning Beta. I am not your Baboojee. I am your Papajee. Call me Papa. I kissed her eyes.
  
• OK. Papa. She went down to the washroom.
  

Nothing special in the morning. I called my travel agent at New Delhi and asked to arrange a Passport and a Dependent Visa for Siana as soon as possible. She asked for a legal document showing her dependency on me and assured me of the Visa within seven days. For Passport he advised me to apply online and to book a slot at the nearest verification center and after verification he can facilitate the rest process as soon as possible utilizing his resources.

I sensed a great problem ahead. I do not have any relation with her other than compassion. How to show her dependency on me legally. I was in a great dilemma. I can’t stay in India for more days, can’t leave her alone here and can’t take her with me without a Visa. I got fixed.

I called my legal counselor again. Hearing everything he said,

• You can’t take her abroad anyway. She was no way related to you. She is underage, and cannot be accepted as a housemaid. Can’t get study Visa or tourist Visa.
  
• Yes, only hope was there. If in her birth certificate there was no father’s name only mother’s name then we can manipulate that.
  

I was quite hopeless and helpless. With very little hope asked Puspita for her Birth Certificate. Within no time she searched for the same from her quarter and mailed the photocopy to me. I reluctantly forward that mail to my agent and asked him to contact the legal counsellor.

I called my secretary Richa and instructed her to apply for Siana’s Passport online and she asked for DOB. I simply forwarded her the mail from Puspita and later informed me that the verification was tomorrow at the GPO which was just a furlong distance from our mansion.

I was quite hopeless and tense. Seeing me in tension Siana came to me and sat on my lap and gave me a peck on my cheeks. Holding my face in her tiny hands she queried,

• What happened Papa? Why are you so tense? Am I bothering you? Please say, All is well. Everything will be set right. By God, believe me and touched her neck with her hand.
  

My laughter burst out at her innocent queries. All my tension is in the air. I embraced her tightly and exploded,

• Yes, yes my sweet heart, you are my tension. Can’t leave you, can’t live without you. You are the pupil of my eyes. I can fight with the entire world for you. I will smash all the Laws if necessary.
  
• All is well. I shouted.
  

Next Day I asked Siana to get ready for her Passport verification and she said 

• I am ready Papa.
  
• Sweety, please have a better dress. I requested her.
  
• This is my best one. She answered innocently.
  

I was ashamed of myself. She was with a few pairs of dresses. I asked Richa to accompany us and start my Audi. Richa was in back and she was in front with her head on my shoulder and hand on my waist. Oh! God, this girl is driving me back. 

I parked the car in a shopping mall and requested  Richa to purchase her all the necessaries of a girl of her age from hair pin to sandal in ample quantity and waited for them leisurely at the cash counter.

After the shopping we went to the GPO for her passport verification and there was no crowd. The verification officer asked for her original documents along with copies for verification. I was stunned. How could I forget that? I had every document at the mansion other than her birth certificate. 

I was about to return, I encountered a gentleman and he greeted me. After a few pleasantries he asked me the reason for my visit. I explained to him the reason and my problem. He went to the verification counter and the person behind the counter left his seat and greeted him. He introduced me,

• Mr. Rajesh, meet Mr. Malhotra, the chairperson of Malhotra Foundation. He doesn't have the originals of his daughter’s birth certificate. Bring the copy of that to me, I will endorse that.
  
•  No problem Sir. It’s OK. I will endorse those. Nothing to be worried Sir. He said politely with respect.
  

I looked at Siana and said “Hurrah… All is well.” Obviously silently. After fulfilling the formalities we returned to the mansion and on the way Siana inquired about the car.

• Is it your Papa?
  
• No sweety. It is yours. You will drive in it when you will be in higher classes. I replied.
  

She was very happy with her big shoppings and immediately unpacked everything reaching her room. Immediately she changed into a black three piece tight suit. With a high heel and ponytail she cat walked to me and asked,  

• How am I looking Papa?
  

I looked at her and was stunned. What a transformation? Mere change in attire completely changed her personality. Can’t believe that a 10yrs girl was standing in front of me. Wide hips, slender legs, ample chest, no I can’t describe the beauty of my child. Simply can say, a 10yrs cute baby was transformed into a 20yrs young lusty girl. If she was not my child and of my age I can’t restrain myself mauling her though I am not a moron.

• Superb my darling superb. But I want my cute baby. I smiled.
  

She could not understand and went on displaying her shoppings and explaining the specialty of those and I went on enjoying her innocent girlish talking.

• How to rear this motherless innocent kid. Oh! God. Help me. Have your mercy on me rearing this cute baby. I proclaimed myself.
  

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