It was a busy day for Trishant
Vajpayee, well which day was not busy for him, being the youngest
chief-minister of the Indian history is tough. He just sat down in his Raipur
bungalow and ordered tea. Just as he was sipping the tea, his personal
cell-phone beeped a number, the name left him shocked, he immediately called
back at that number, he was about to speak something but finding it was not whom
he expected, he sternly asked who was it and how he got the phone but in reply
he only got the news that she has fainted and now being taken to the village
hospital so it was better that he come here.
He soon rushed to that place
named Uperwara in Chhattisgarh, he in his car was thinking deeply that sometimes
he just didn’t knew what to do his restless doctor wife, Dr. Prakriti Modi, or
we should say Mrs. C M or Mrs. P. Vajpayee. She was just going through her 1st
trimester of pregnancy but didn’t left her job for even one day and that she
even refused to take his staff. He can’t forget the day when she told she was
pregnant actually it was first time that when Trishant came home he found her
there for tea and as the tea was wheeled in their room, she said that “Finally
I came to knew why I was so low since these days.” Troubled Trishant looked at
her and she shyly said “Mr. C M you soon is getting a new post. You are getting
elevated to the post of papa. I am pregnant.” The news was like that somebody
has hardly washed him but then too he was very happy. It had being only one
year to their marriage and such big news everyone would be very happy. It was big
news as his father had enjoyed a great political career and now is in Central
Ministry serving as Law minister. His mother died in labor pains and since then
it was just him and Kakaji. He called his father that because most of people
called him so. He was duly married to Prakriti Modi the daughter of one of the
great friend of his father, known social worker and politician Dr. Sushil Kumar
Modi. She was also lonely child as she was adopted her and her twin brother,
Siddhideswar when he found them almost dying in riots. Since childhood she had
depression so took anti-depressants pills though harmful but couldn’t be
helped. Right now her brother was well settled in America with a beautiful
fiancée Carlotta Brown. After she told him he immediately dialed to Kakaji and
told him “Kakaji, now you must retire your 3rd generation is coming
so give him or her your place.” It was great news both Kakaji and Sushil were
very happy. When he was going through all this thoughts then only he reached
that place and saw Prakriti sitting in one of cots who was surprised to see
him. Both of them didn’t say anything in front of people and she thanked the
people for helping her and then they sat in the car and sped off to Raipur. The
environment in the car was much tensed. After reaching the bungalow, as they
entered the room, Prakriti tried to say something but before she could say
anything Trishant snapped back saying “Don’t say anything Prakriti, I just
don’t want to hear it. God only knows from which material he made you. I am
tired of your attics, you are a doctor you know what’s better for you at this
time but you never take care of yourself and you even don’t listen to me when I
say you something. Always doing what you want to do. Have you ever thought how
would I felt when the phone call came saying that you have fainted. Dammit if
you can’t take care of yourself then how will you look after the child?
Sometimes I think instead of marrying a doctor I married a kid. Now you are
happy seeing me so tensed and worried or you want something more.” Saying this
he was about to leave the room when the phone call came of Kakaji, Trishant
picked it up and said “Kakaji, we are fine, hope you are also good ok you
wanted to talk to her, yaah giving her the phone and please you and Uncle make
her understand that she should also take care of herself, crazy girl.” And he
gave phone to her and both of them talked to her but she was lost in her own
thoughts and was crying softly. She knew he is an angry young man type but
hasn’t seen him so angry before. Sometimes it’s very tough to convince him
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