[Blue Bull]

Siraj n Naina, the two pole of a magnet, one is a stalwart n a high end corporate famous as a Playboy n is a divorcee, where as the other is a naive married house wife with dead emotions and is a mother.....

North n South Pole met accidentally and with the law of the nature both united for one night stand n Naina was loaded by Siraj n they departed with a promise not to cross each other's way in future at any circumstances.....

Yes, this is the gist of the short play "Accidentally Accident."

in which many questions remained unanswered for which this "Beauty Betrayed" is a short sequel to that which will be a quite Non-erotic one n will be confined to 50K words I assume.....

Erotic lovers may skip this sequel.......

[Blue Bull]

Beauty Betrayed.

(A sequel to "Accidentally Accident")

[Blue Bull]

• Naina, What are you doing there?  Someone enquired.
  

I was about to enter the ‘Aravinda Purnanga Siksha Kendra, Puducherry’, an integrated education center and was startled by hearing someone calling Naina.

I am Siraj Malhotra, founder chairman of ‘Malhotra Foundation, Izzatnagar.’ and General Manager of a US based Cloud MNC, staying at Chicago, and  was on a formal visit to the college for it’s formal adoption by the Foundation.

I looked here and there in search of Naina and found a little cute girl who was looking at the Ice Cream vendor behind the closed college gate.

I went to her and called, “Naina.”

She lifted her head slowly and looked at me with her sweet cute eyes as if we were quite acquainted for a long time.

Oh! God. I was stunned. What am I beholding? Same eye, same nose, same face, everything was copied. The only difference was the age. I was dumbfounded and speechless seeing Naina in her college uniform. 

• Yes, Baboojee. I am Siana. She replied.
  
• Do you want an Ice Cream? I asked her still with a bewildered eyes.
  
• No, Baboojee, It’s forbidden here to receive anything from a stranger. She replied respectfully with a bit of hesitation and ran away.
  

Meanwhile, the gatekeeper reached me to confirm the reason for my visit and to whom I want to meet.

I handed over my V Card to him and requested him to inform the Principal Miss. Puspita Nair. 

Going through my V Card, the eyes of the gatekeeper widened and he immediately saluted me and offered a chair and informed the Principal immediately about my arrival.

He was extremely sorry, not to recognise me though informed by the management about my arrival in advance and did not expect me on foot without any companion and frill. 

Within no time the Principal, a lady of about 45yrs arrived along with other staff of management and greeted me warmly. Soon we were in the chamber of the Principal.

After a few formalities and pleasantries I liked to have a formal visit to the college campus before coming to any conclusion. All were quite impressed with my simplicity and behavior and interaction with them. They did not expect the Chairperson of the multinational Malhotra Foundation and the General Manager of a US based MNC so simple in attire and behaviour.  

They escorted me to the college campus. I was amazed. It reminded me of the old Shantiniketan Campus. It was a campus of 10acs with natural surroundings enriched with large varieties of flora and fauna. I was really impressed with that.

On returning to the Principal office I met her again. She ran to me and clung to me. I was bewildered and caressed her head with love. The Principal was stunned.

• Siana, do you know him? Principal asked.
  
• Yes Ma'am. He is my Baboojee. She replied innocently.
  

I lifted her in my arms and took her along with me. The Principal along with others were surprised and looked at me, querying how I was related to her?

I smiled. “Don’t be puzzled. I am no way related to her. I just met her at the college gate a few hours ago.” I clarified.

• By the way, who is this cutey? I enquired, still holding her in my arms and proceeding to the Principal office.
  
• She is the daughter of one of our teaching staff, Reshma. She is a brilliant student and topper of Standard-III and she is also very good in extra curricular activities . The Principal conveyed.
  

After reaching the Principal office I put her down and she ran away again. Do not know why my heart was beating hard for her. I enquired about her father and came to know that Resma was a divorcee.

After going through the various records of the college I was fully satisfied and sanctioned 15K US $ for the core development of the college and 10 lifetime scholarships for the needy meritorious students with assurance that the amount may be increased anytime to any extent in future with the performance of the college. I made it clear, the lifetime scholarship means till the end of the education of a student,  home or abroad, all expenses including boarding also.

Then we went for lunch and my eyes were in search of her but she was nowhere. I did not know why I felt an emptiness in my heart for her. I got a call from Delhi and requested them to arrange a taxi for me to reach the airport. They were very happy to drop me at the airport with their office vehicle and I flew to Delhi with an etching heart. But before leaving I requested the Principal to inform me personally if anything Siana needed at present or in future and I want her to adopt and handover her my personal number.

Time and tides wait for none. Two years passed. I was like before. Alcoholic and workaholic. Baby Siana was out of my mind completely as out of sight. I got a call from India from an unknown number. I missed the call as I was a little busy. When I became free it was too late and as per IST it was about 1.30AM. I sent a sorry message to the caller and requested for a text or voice message on my answering machine.

Next day I received a voice message. It was from Puspita, the Principal of Puducherry Aravinda college wants to talk with me regarding Siana the cutey. I felt like I had a heart stroke then.

• Oh Siana! How are you? 
  

My heart throbbed again. I was unable to control myself. Did not feel necessary to call back Puspita, straight flew to India to meet Siana.

Reached Puducherry restlessly and  phoned Puspita about my arrival and she was very happy to receive me in her office. Siana was already present there. Seeing me she rushed and jumped to me in no time and I held her in my arms. She garlanded her hands in my neck and started showering kisses all over my face unaware of her Principal and others reminding me something and pushing my memory backward. I embraced her tightly.

She burst into tears. Started hitting slowly on my shoulders alternatively with her tiny fists.

• Baboojee, where you have been for so many days. Mama was not talking with me. They took her to hospital. They are not allowing me to meet her. I am quite alone here. She went on narrating with sobs.
  

I was unable to understand anything. I managed to make her down, held her cheeks in my both hands and kissed her lightly on her forehead and on her talking eyes. 

• My baby doll. I am here only for you. Everything will be alright. I am going nowhere without your permission. Will you please allow me to talk to your Principal, your highness. I kneeled down in front of her and bowed my head.
  

She laughed, forgetting her cry, showed me her thumb in positive turned back and was out jumping happily. What a cute innocent baby. Her parents should be proud of her.




Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

As soon as she was out, I asked the Principal about her mother.

• About 10 or11 years back Siana’s mother Reshma applied for teachership in their college. Siana was in her womb then. Knowing her a divorcee and seeing her tender age the management was reluctant to appoint her. She looked at me then. God knows, what was in her face I convinced the management to appoint her taking her whole responsibility. I am a widow having no kids. Most probably I saw my daughter in her, who died when she was 8yrs old.
  
• Initially she was with me and gave birth to Siana there. She was very good at her work and was too jovial. She was the most popular teacher in the college. The management was very happy with her and allowed her free lodging and boarding inside the campus and also bear all the expenses of her child.
  
• Since the last two years, I can remember just after your visit to our college I have noticed the change in her. She started being silent gradually. Lost her jovialness, went ill and finally last September just 20 days back she collapsed and lost her speech and failed to recognize others. She developed illusion, delusion as well as hallucination. Now she is in the asylum at Kanke on college management’s expense.
  
• The management is very worried about Siana. She is very reluctant to reside with any of us. Being a girl and alone she may be misguided and misused by any notorious mind. Finally management is thinking of handing her over to the State Welfare Board which I did not want but helpless. So, I seek your help as per your last request.
  

My mind was out. I can realize the gravity of the situation. Siana is in great trouble. I went on pondering a solution. I enquired about her father. But, alas, the principal had no idea as never inquired about Reshma's past life. She only knew that she was a divorcee and destitute.

After analysing lots of alternatives finally I asked Puspita

• Can I adopt her?
  
• Why not? We do not know her father’s whereabouts. Her mother is in asylum, No known relatives of her. We can hand her over to the State Welfare Board and you can adopt her from there legally. But a little complicated and time taking process and God knows how Siana will react to that.
  

I was also helpless. How to help this little damsel in distress.I called my Indian legal counselor for advice. He answered promptly, if the child and management has no problem I can take Siana with me and can produce her on the errand of any legal agency. Though it is not a legal solution but can solve the problem for the time being.

I asked the management for the same through Puspita and they happily accepted the proposal that I will be the safest abode for her in this universe which reminded me of something pushing my memory backward.

I called Siana  and asked her whether she would like to stay with me. She instantly clung to me again and gave a peg on my cheek and nodded her head as her approval. I collected a few pairs of her clothing and bid bye to Puspita and the college and flew to New Delhi and then to Izatnagar, for Malhotra Mansion, my ancestral abode by road.  

It was a long journey of about four and half hours. We drove on NH9,  had our lunch at Ghaziabad and reached Izatanagar by evening via Moradabad and Rampur. It was a quite pleasant climate. We were in the back seat and being tired Siana soon fell asleep, her head on my chest and hand around my waist reminding me something and pushing my memory backwards. 

Being the winter season our Mansion was full of flora and fauna with its natural wild environment. Siana was quite amazed to see the grand palazzo. It was a two story building. Ground floor was used by the Malhotra Foundation and the top floor was for my use which was abandoned by me for a long time. 

She asked me,
 

• Whose mansion is this?
  
• It is your baby. It's your dadaji's and you are going to stay here onwards. I answered.
  
• And Mama? She asked innocently.
  
• Soon she will join you after being released from the hospital. I had nothing to say other than this.
  

Rosy, my housekeeper, motherly to me, was quite astonished to see me. I was not there for years. Her family ran to me and all were very happy to see me. All were very inquisitive to know about Siana and I was about to tell everything about her but I stopped myself and simply answered,

• She is Siana, my daughter and she will stay with me onwards. Will you please arrange a room for her?
  

Rosy was astonished but she was very happy and started caressing her top to bottom with both her hands and finally embraced her murmuring,

• My baby, where have you been for so long?
  

She took her hand and guided her to the top floor. I was not night halted there for decades but everything was quite intact as they were due to Rosy’s  and her family’s caring for me. 

Nothing special in the evening. Siana became mingled with Rosy’s family and was very happy. At the dining table Rosy enquired about her mother and I answered the same as Siana. She also enquired about my staying duration there and I answered maybe a week or more. As soon as I get Siana’s visa I will fly to Chikago. Siana was silent throughout, enjoying her dinner and exploring the interior decoration and luxury of the mansion.

Night came, so was my loneliness. It has been hunting, hunting and hunting me since I left her. Don’t know her whereabouts, whether alive or dead but still her memory haunting me. I opened the cupboard for my mini bar for a sip.. 

“No..” someone screamed. I looked here and there in searching eyes. None other than me was there. “No Siraj, no. You are not alone.” was my internal screaming. Closing the cupboard I sat on the bed pressing my ears tight with both my hands.

Did not know when I was flat on the bed. My eyes were opened feeling someone's hand on my head. It was Siana caressing my hair sitting by my side. She smiled at me, seeing my eyes open.

• Baboojee, do you have a headache? Will I massage your head? Saying so, she started pressing my forehead and temples with her soft little hand.
  

I was about to cry out of bewilderment. I pulled her to my chest, kissed all over her face madly and embarrassed her tight.

• Siana, my baby. Where have you been so long? I missed you a lot. I said.
  
• Me too Baboojee.. She cooed, rubbing her face all over my chest like a kitten and holding me tight, reminding me something and pushing my memory back.
  

Naina, Naina, Naina, why are you hunting me? Why can’t you leave me alone? You are so cruel, merciless. Have pity on me please. I told myself silently.

• Siana, my child. Are you scared? I asked her.
  
• Yes Baboojee, in that room. It is so big and I was alone there. She replied.
  
• Are you feeling alone and scared now? I enquired again.
  
• No Baboojee. I am in my safest adobe with you. She answered innocently and I went back again.
  

Contd.....

[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.
  

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Days passed on. I was unable to find her during the day other than at the dining table. She was busy with Rosy’s family but during the night she was quite reluctant to slip alone and used to sleep with me clinging to me without any thoughts. It was quite awkward for me initially but I became habituated with that.

And finally after the weekend I got a call from my travel agent that Siana’s Passport and Visa was ready. I may collect the Passport from Izatnagar Airport Authority and the Visa was on the way to me via a registered speed post. It was a great relief to me. I thanked him and was a bit surprised, how did that happen? But felt that it was not necessary to ask. They have a wide range of networks and are capable of doing many miracles. I should be interested in mangoes, not in mango trees.

I had no baggage, simply a backpack. I requested Rosy to pack Siana’s baggage with minimum, few pairs of clothing and few cosmetics and to distribute the rest to her kids and informed her that we are leaving in a day or two.

I collected her Passport and the next day got her Visa, asked my travel agent to book two tickets for Chikago and flew to New Delhi to catch the Chicago flight.

It was Siana’s maiden flight. She was a bit afraid, amused and enjoyed that. 

Only she inquired,

• Where are we going Papa?
  
• To our next adobe. I replied.
  
• How far that was from here. She queried.
  
• A lot, my dear. We are going to Chicago,
  
• Where is it? She asked.
  
• It is in America.
  
• America? Her eyes widened with surprise.
  
• Yes, darling.
  
• Mama?
  
• She will join us later very soon. I lied to her again.
  

She was very happy and her flight sickness was out. She read about America but never dream about that. She was very eager to fly to America. Finally we reached Chicago without any problem. We cleared the custom and we have nothing to declare. We had no luggage other than two backpacks. My office vehicle was waiting outside the airport and we reached our destination without any fuss and the real problem started.

Siana was very happy with the luxury and environment initially but felt very lonely when I was in office though there was a matron to look after her.She was quite a foreigner to that environment. No friends, communication problems and different style of living made her breathless and gradually she lost her charm. She lost her innocence and looked a little bit mature which she was not actually. She was crying silently for her motherland. I sensed that and was helpless. Finally she became restless and became ill.

My heart cried. Long back I left India for Naina and now I decided to return to India for my Baby Siana. I intimated all the facts to the management and sought a permanent transfer to India. They acknowledged my intimation and obliged to transfer me to India with a promotion as the Head of the Indian Operation as Rajat had resigned and joined IIM Ahmadabad as the Administrative Officer.

Siana was very happy to hear that and we were back to our origin again. We landed at New Delhi and her joy has no bound. Her lost vigor was replenished and I regained my old baby.

I sought her TC from Puspita and got her admitted to Delhi Public college. She was very good at her studies and was the topper of her class. She was a good homemaker too. Did not know how she learned that and from whom. She took the entire administration of the house in her hand. She became my mother. Now I am not an alcoholic. I stopped consuming alcohol since we were at Izatnagar for the first time.  

Time and tides wait for none, I grew older and she grew younger. With time she became more sweety along with her body growth but she still used to slip clinging to me. Once I objected and she started crying,

• Papa my entire childhood was deprived of your lap. When I got your lap I lost my Mother’s. Having a mother I am motherless and now you want me to deprive me from your lap. Then why did you bring me into this earth?
  

I was speechless. She was right at her point. Her logic was foolproof. How to convince this motherless child that I am not her biological father. I am an ordinary person of blood and flesh. Oh! God, please stop testing my patience, give me strength and make me frigid. 

Being an early widower I had very little knowledge and experience about the developments of the girls. Sometimes it was very difficult on my part to handle such a witty girl. At the age of 12 she got her puberty and I was in panic seeing her blood and immediately rushed to a doctor. The doctor educated me about the situation and I called my sister from Mumbai immediately to handle the situation.

I planned many times to shift her to Izatnagar but she was quite adamant not to quit me nor I can live without her. She was the light in my dark path. Time went on and she practically managed herself along with me.Her step in my life made alcohol away from me but I am so dependent on her I can’t leave her away. Love makes a man helpless.

Me Siraj, never afraid of any situation, never looked back, did not know whether I am successful or a loser, accepted any situation as it was, still searching what is vise and what is virtue, planned something and waited for the right time to execute that.

Time passed. She completed her 10th and 12th standard as All India CBSE topper. She was 17+ then and I  made her one of the directors of Malhotra Foundation as she started taking interest in the work of the foundation actively. The junior most director but the future Chairperson of the Foundation as all other directors were old enough to handle that responsibility. I thought that was the right time to depart her.

She scored good in the National Eligibility Test (NET) and was selected for IIT Mumbai and Delhi. Meanwhile I was also selected as the CEO of my organization. She was interested in IIT Delhi because I was there. But my plan was different. I wanted to be departed as It was too heavy on my part to bear her burden and to control my emotions.
I induced her to get admitted in IIT Mumbai as I am departing India soon to accept my new assignment. In Mumbai my sister was there as her local guardian and she could reside with her family if she preferred to.

She was a stunning beauty and quite confident of herself by then and was capable of handling and managing different situations quite independently. She had her personal Audi as I offered her beforehand. She was very good at driving. She was well aware of her mother by then and visited her regularly during the last years, initially with escort and later by herself alone and also to Izatnagar by herself alone to look after the Foundation work. She was also aware that I was not her biological father which had no impact on her present life. She still prefers to sleep clinging to me like a baby kitten without caring anything and I was a baby doll to her. 

Unaware of my actual intention, she agreed to join IIT Mumbai and preferred to stay in the hostel alone for the first time in her life.

After completing the admission formalities she flew to Mumbai with me and after settling her down with her new environment I returned with a heavy heart leaving my soul there. I was again alone, soulless and my loneliness started again hunting me and I left India for an indefinite period though I was allowed to work on my new assignment from any corner of the world.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Another turn in my life. I became an alcoholic and a workaholic again. Days passed on and I was alone. No routine life, no fixed abode, wherever it was night it was my adobe. My heart was crying for her. Yes, she never missed a video call with me daily on a routine basis. She had completed her four year B.Tech. in IT as usual, First class First in her batch. I was invited to her convocation as the Guest of Honour as our company was one of the best recruiters of the institute. Yes, I was going to India after four years to meet her. Siana was not aware of that. It would be a surprise to her.

I met Raghab, my old bosom there at the gate of the IIT Mumbai. He was also invited to the convocation of his daughter and introduced me to his wife and daughter and inquired about my whereabouts and the reason for my appearance there.

I did not want to embarrass him. Just avoided his query and went inside. There was a huge crowd and soon I ditched them and proceeded towards the Administrative Block in search of the Dean’s chamber.

The convocation started and I was on the Dias with other guests and my eyes were in search of her. She was not yet aware of my arrival there though she was ringing me continuously and my personal number was in flight mode. She had also phoned my secretary as she has no access to my Company’s CUG network to know my whereabouts. I informed my secretary that I was near to her and to avoid her calls saying anything without revealing my location as I want to give her a surprise.

Atlast I found her at a distant corner in her ceremony gown with Raghab’s family and she was busy chit chatting with his daughter. The convocation started. After a lot of speeches  the awarding ceremony started. The anchor announced,

• Miss. Siana, The proud of our institute, topper of the batch xxx and gave a brief history of her activities.
  

I found her approaching the dias with slow steps as if she was pulling her legs with great difficulty. She climbed the dias with a gloomy face without any cheer and stood silently looking down to hide her imotion which was quite against her nature. I laughed to myself, my sweet heart was missing me.

• I will request Mr. Siraj Malhotra, CEO, xxxx and the Chair Person of the prestigious Malhotra Foundation to award Miss Siana. The anchor announced.
  

Hearing the announcement she had a thousand watt flash on her face. She lifted her head up and searched the entire audience with a bewildered eye. I stood up slowly from the chair and approached her slowly with a smile on my face.

She turned and with a bewildered eye, looked at me for a while and pounced at me and clung to me like a front pack, her tender hands around my neck and slender legs around my body and started showering kisses all over my face. I also forgot the situation, embraced her tight and started kissing her.

• Papa...O my Papa...You brute … You are torturing  your baby. She cried in my ear, reminding me of something and pushing my memory backward again.
  

We came to our senses. What an embarrassing situation that was. I announced,

• Sorry Gentlemen and Ladies, I have been away from my Baby for the last four years. I am very sorry, I was unable to control my emotions and created a nuisance here. I am really sorry. A huge applause there.
  

All were stunned. None of them were aware of our relationship. Siana was very happy and after receiving the award she was out of my sight in no time. I announced a party from my side at night for all the delegates and invitees and requested the dean for the same and to arrange lodging and  boarding for all at my cost.

At night, all were very happy and I became a VIP to all and all were interested to interact with me but I was in search of my baby doll. But she was nowhere. I could only get her short glimpses and she was flying like a butterfly.

Suddenly, I felt a hard pinch on my back. It was Raghab. He pulled me sidewise and slapped hard on my butt.

• You dickhead, You became a Chhupaa Rustom.  You are settled and we were unaware. Where is Bhaabijee? You had not told me that, you are the chief guest of this ceremony and …… He went on complaining. 
  
• Stop, stop. My memory is too weak. A single question at a time. I laughed.
  
• Where and when you had settled. She enquired.
  
• Ha, ha, ha… It was not like that as you were thinking. Still now, I am single and alone. I answered with a sigh.
  
• Siana?
  
• Yes, she is my throbbing heart, my baby doll, my soul but not my biological daughter. Never reveal this to anybody, even to your family. I explained and cautioned him.
  

Meanwhile his family joined us. His daughter was also too pretty. She is supposed to be a friend of Siana. He came to me and clung to one of my hands.

• Uncle, I know everything about you and Siana. She loves you too much. She had many sleepless nights for you. She was always crying for you.
  

I smiled at her and caressed her head lightly. 

• Yes, she is my throbbing heart, my baby doll, my soul. I also missed her a lot. But where is she?  Missing since she received her award. I enquired.
  
• She is busy advertising her Papa. She smiled. 
  

I also.

• Uncle, I am going to join your organisation. I am not aware that You are the CEO. Siana bloody, never told anybody the same.
  

I laughed at her innocence.

• She is also one of the Directors of Malhotra Foundation and is going to be the Chairperson. I announced.
  
• Oh! Great. She seems to be a great Chhupa Rustom. She was amazed.
  
• What is her future plan? She is also selected to join your organization also. She enquired again.
  
• I do not know Beta.
  
• Most probably, she will like to join IIM. She has scored well in CAT. She informed me.
  
• No problem Beta. Let her choose her career herself. I smiled.
  

Suddenly she appeared like a ghost. Seeing her friend clinging to my hand, she pulled her away.

• What is going on here? He is my Papa. Who are you to share him with? She scolded her friend mockingly and we all laughed.
  

The party was over. I thanked all for making the party successful and bid a Good Night to all. Siana is still clinging to me.

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I informed her that we are leaving for Izatanagar by 9.30am and to pack her luggages. She said instantly,

• No papa. My luggage is ready. I have the clearance. I am leaving campus with you right now.
  

We moved to a hotel and by Noon the next day we were at our Mansion at Izatnagar. Rosy was also very happy to see me again after a long gap.

At night, the same repetition, after dinner Siana came to me. Without a single word she slept within no time clinging to me, placing her head on my chest and I caressed her head with love and went for a deep sleep after a long gap.

Next morning I asked her about her future programme and she was interested in joining IIM. She had invitations from different IIM and she asked me to choose the IIM for her. I chose IIM Ahmedabad as Rajat was there. 

She confirmed IIM Ahmedabad about her joining and asked for necessary documentation. Next Day she got all the documents via mail and submitted those instantly along with all testimonials and requisite fees. By the evening her Admission to IIM Ahmedabad was confirmed and she has to join the campus by the last week of next month. 

Now I’m 54+ and proposed Siana’s name as the new Chairperson of the Foundation to the General Body and authorised Siana to look after the work of the Foundation till the next General Body meeting. I had no more work in India and I asked my travel agent for a tourist Visa for Siana. After getting that I flew to America once again with Siana. She was then mature enough to cope up with the new foreign environment.

Nothing special then. I was busy with my work and she was busy exploring America. But at night she used to cling to me and went into a deep sleep. I felt homely again. Finally her reporting at IIM Ahmedabad reached and we flew to India.

Rajat welcomed us as he was the dean of the IIT Ahmedabad then. He was expecting me. I was a little bit embarrassed and asked,

• How are you expecting me?
  

He asked me to have my seat and asked one of the attendants to show the Campus to Siana and replied,

• Being the father of Siana, though I was not sure but I know only one Siraj Malhotra in my lifetime and that is you. 
  
• Father of Siana? I exclaimed out of surprise.v
  

He pulled out the file of Siana and handed over to me,

• Yes, don't know why you had not declared about your daughter then.
  

I went through her documents and found me as her father everywhere. I was a little bit amused and thought that Siana might have entered my name as her father. To normalise my embarrassment I replied,

• Sorry yaar, You know she had left me with her daughter and returned her to me when she had gone for her next settlement and I was a little bit disturbed then and not comfortable to declare that. I lied to him.
  

Rajat was very happy knowing my present position in his ex-organization and assured me not to be bothered about Siana and he will look after her as her daughter.

• Bro, your daughter has the height of your’s but her appearance is neither of you nor her mother. He proclaimed.
  

I smiled at him and ignored his query. He invited us for dinner and said that Siana can board with his family if she likes. But she preferred to stay in the hostel. The hostel rooms were fully furnished with all furnitures and fixtures and Rajat assured that he will supply all other her requirements or she can use his vehicle to go to the city for purchasing anything of her choice.

After the dinner I left for my hotel in Rajat’s car and was eager to have her last night with me but I restrained her as I had my early morning flight and left the campus with a deserted heart.

After reaching the hotel I analysed the entire situation. How come my name was there in Siana’s Father’s Name? The educational record was initiated at the time of first admission to formal education. I checked her birth certificate given by Puspita by mail. Another thunder! Siraj Malhotra was there as her father. How could it be possible? Is Siana my daughter? But her mother is Reshma, a divorcee. If Reshma had changed her name, how could she know my title? Naina did not know anything about me other than my name Siraj. If Reshma was Naina then why did she not meet me? But baby Siana is an exact replica of my Naina. If she was the daughter of Naina then how could she be with Reshma? No, it’s not possible. There must be another Siraj Malhotra. Mystery, mystery and mystery. Anything is possible in this world. Who will solve this mystery? Reshma? Yes, I should meet her. But, according to Siana she is not recognising anybody and unable to speak. Then how can she solve this riddle?

I went on pondering and had a sleepless night even after taking two large pegs of whisky.  Now it was clear how and why Siana had her Visa and Passport so easily. The vibration in my wristwatch reminded me about my flight time and I left India leaving Siana and her past mystery unsolved.

I was alone again. My peace of mind was lost again. Memory of Naina started hunting me again. Where is she? How is she pulling with Karthik? I wanted to meet her to know her whereabouts. But I know nothing about her address. How to find her after so many days? 

Oh! Naina, why did we meet? You made me useless. I had none to care but you made me care about you. I was happy, carefree and most successful in my life. I had everything. Money, power, lots of girls to enjoy. 

But, what was with Naina? A naive lady with average beauty and mother of a child. But her magic made me craved for her and I am missing her. Each and every night of mine was colourful. I seldom had a lonely night. No lust, no desire, no craving for anybody. I was whole within me.

I am 54 now, still alone and craving for her. Naina, where are you? God! Make her life blissful wherever she may be?

Another year passed. Everything was routine, workaholic and alcoholic. No more visits to my baby doll Siana but she meets me daily on video call the only solace to my deserted soul.

One day I received a call from India that I had a personal letter received at New Delhi HO posted 21yrs back somewhere from Tamilnadu.I was amused and shocked how I had a personal letter from Tamilnadu as I knew none there and thanks to the Indian Posts for delivering so quickly. Anyway I requested them to send me a scanned copy of the letter as I had nothing personal to be unreveal and the hard copy to Siana at Ahmedabad.  

A big surprise was waiting for me in the mail. The scanned copy of the personal letter was nothing but the photo of a baby girl of 8 or 9 months sitting with a few toys gesturing to me with her big lotus bud shaped eyes. The photo was marked…. "Your baby...Naina….."

Oh God! I can still remember that Naina and Karthik were from Tamilnadu, which means that post was from my heartthrob Naina. But that seemed not possible as she was not aware of anything of mine other than my name Siraj and with that much information it’s not possible to trace my whereabouts from crores of Indians. Then how can she? No, that’s not possible. Then what is this letter? Was this from my Naina and the baby is mine? Is Siana Naina’s daughter? Then how and why was she with Reshma? Only Reshma could answer these but according to Siana she is a hopeless case and still not recognising her and unable to speak.

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Sorry dude(s)The thread is dropped due to lack of response ..... Sad

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Thread dropped ?? Thought climax is near. you could have finished it off

Sorry Dude for the inconvenience ..... actually was not in favor of this sequel.... but on few readers request I have started this but sorry to say got not enough response as a non-erotic one .....

Started working on an erotica Me And My Friend Rehan. hut that also lacking eniugh response and planned to drop that also. But on constant persuasion of Eshwar P I will complete that any how....

Seriously lack of time.....