Wrong Place

"What happened Aashir? Why are you so silent? Don't you feel good by coming here?"

Mr. Hayat glanced at his dear grandchild who was sitting silently since the time they came there. Today he seemed quite sad and silent.

"It's not that grandfather. I feel good by coming here."

On his innocent answer, Mr. Hayat widely smiled.

Right now they were present in the park which was located quite near to their house. Mr. Hayat often came here in the evening along with his grandson for a walk.

"If everything is alright then instead of playing with your friends why are you sitting with me today?"

Taking his face in his hands, he asked him I'm very adoringly.

Today his blue eyes seemed sad and it wasn't hidden from his grandfather.

"I play with my friends every day. Today I want to sit with my lovely grandfather."

Now on his answer, Mr. Hayat openly smiled. Listening to his talks no one can decipher that he is a five-year-old child.

He wasn't only intelligent in his studies but he is also an understanding boy. He was a complete copy of his father. Mr. Hayat really adored his this grandson.

"If you are sitting with your grandfather then you must tell him the reason of your sadness. My dear your grandfather is not feeling good by looking at your sad face."

Very lovingly, he corrected the scattered hair on his forehead.

"Grandfather, I am angry with Dad. He promised me that this time he will take me to the central park. But he forgets his promise. He isn't a good dad. He broke his promise."

Saying sadly, he stood up from his place. His gesture was as if he was showing his sadness to his dad.

"Ohh so this is the matter. Let your dad come then you will see how I am going to pull his ear. He will take the punishment of breaking the promise with my grandson."

He got up and stood near him.

Mr. Hayat was well aware of his son's busy schedule. But because of his this busy schedule, he was getting away from his son.

But he knew this as well that his son was yearning for the attention of his father. His son was also very dear to him but it was because of the work that wasn't letting him spend some time with his son.

"But grandfather, whenever dad is angry with me then I become sad. If you become angry with him then dad will be sad. So, grandfather, you don't scold him."

On his understanding level, Mr. Hayat finds him very adorable. He knew very well that Aashir is very sensitive for his dad.

He can't see his father sad or angry. That's why he started talking in the favor of his dad.

"Fine, if you say so then I will not pull the ear of your dad. Now you are happy?"

Very affectionately, he took his tiny hands in his hands and pressed them.

"Ok, now tell me what I have to do to turn your this sad face into a smiling one?"

Holding his hand, they both went towards the gate of the park leading outside.

"You don't have to do anything. I want ice cream. And dad shouldn't know about this otherwise you know him."

He said looking at the ice cream shop on the other side of the road. In all this time, it was the first time a smile came on his face.

And Mr. Hayat doesn't want to still steal this smile from his face. So he smiled glancing at him.

And after seeking permission from his grandfather, he let go of his hand and ran towards that shop.

"Aashir son, don't run you will hurt yourself."

He becomes concerned about his running fastly. It was evening time, cars were running speedily to right and left and Mr. Hayat had to quickly run to him.

It was when his eyes spotted a car speedily moving towards Aashir.

"Aashir son, look in the front side."

At that moment, Mr. Hayat felt his heart stop beating and his feet took more speed to quickly reach to him.

But that car was speedier than his footsteps.

It was a game of moments.

"Aashir......"

It was his shout that echoed throughout the whole place.

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Her eyelashes slightly fluttered upon feeling the warm and soft touch on her face. She tried to open her eyes.

But feeling the throbbing pain in her head forced her to again shut her eyes.

For some moments, she kept lying with closed eyes. But suddenly she felt that someone is calling her. This time she summoned a lot of courage and hardly opened her eyes.

At first, everything seemed blur to her. It's perhaps because of the pain surging in her head that she finds it hard to open her eyes.

When everything seems clear and her vision becomes clean then for some moments she was staring at the roof.

She wasn't getting that where she was present now.

"See grandfather, an angel woke up. Come here quickly."

Don't know how long she would be lying and asking questions from herself when a gleeful and beautiful voice catches her attention.

Sanam turned her neck to saw and find a small beautiful toddler standing near her. He took Sanam's hand in his tiny hands.

"Thank God, you regain conscious daughter. I and my grandchild was scared."

After listening to Aashir, Mr. Hayat got up from the sofa and came to her bed. A sign of relief was evident on his face after seeing her in consciousness.

"Forgive me but I didn't recognize you. And where I am?"

Sanam got up and sat on the bed while holding her dizzy head. She glanced at her surroundings. The room was magnificent but it doesn't look like the room of the hospital.

"Daughter, I am the grandfather of that child whom you just saved a life. You lost consciousness so I took you to my house. How much I am indebted to you, daughter I can't express these in words."

He sat on the stool near the bed.

And pulled Aashir, who was standing near him, closer to himself. With his innocent eyes, Aashir was staring at his angel.