Isn't it strange how things change all of a sudden leaving you pondering for the rest of your life? Sometimes I think Devi Maiyya played very unfair, that I don't deserve all of this. From more than seven billion people on this earth, what did I do to get everything I have today. How could I end up living like this? Me, Khushi Kumari Gupta! Now Singh Raizada!

This was not what I had ever wanted or even thought of. Back then in Lucknow I had always dreamt about marrying an ordinary but a nice man. I'd wake up early in the morning, make breakfast for everyone, make my husband wear his coat and he'd leave placing a kiss on my forehead. The day would pass with me doing all household chores while listening to my Sasuma's taunts and then calling Jiji to complain about each other's in-laws. In the evening when me and my husband would return to bedroom after a tiring day, I'd protest to him jokingly about his mother in order to seek attention.

But dreams never come true, right? Here in Raizada Mansion my life is nothing like that. And I complain about it to my husband, that Laad Governor.

"Khushi, I don't know what your problem is. What do you want?"

When will he understand that I just want to talk, nothing more. I want him to pamper me with few loving words, but every moment we share somehow ends with one thing.

"Why do I feel like you just don't love me anymore and just want my body?"

"Maybe because it's true."

"What the."

I can't help but smile. Even after that he had pecked my lips leaving me dumbstruck. I may complain about it to him a lot but the truth is, I love it whenever he cleverly steals kisses from me. But I will never ever admit it to him of course. That's the essence of our relationship I feel. He can't talk much about feelings but his small kissing gestures are his confessions.

"You stop kissing me every now and then. My husband in my dreams didn't do that. Already I can't do a lot of things I wanted to. I can't complain to Jiji about my evil Saas. Those Saas Bahu serials clearly give you false expectations. Nobody does the plotting against me here in order to get rid of me."

I was surprised when he didn't react to that. I had expected him to laugh at me. But he was just staring me with a smile, lost into admiring me. He may not be a good listener but I don't mind because I know he's all into me only.

The only thing that irks me about my husband is that he forgets important days when it comes to our relationship. Never will he forget when he is having which meeting in a month but dare you expect him to remember our anniversaries. Six years ago in a day I fell into this Laad Governor's arms. He didn't let me fall that day, that rude gentleman!

"Guess, who's up and hungry?"

Is that Arnavji's voice? Oh, I was so busy in thoughts I didn't even realize my baby woke up. Just look at him, the way he holds our daughter. Since the day she's born he's been handling her like a fragile doll of glass and pampering her with branded things. She who had no idea that she even existed wore a branded baby blue dress worth two lakhs on her 1st month birthday. Yes! We cut a cake on her monthly birthdays too. Guess whose idea that was?

"Arnav bhaiya, yeh Aarushi baby ka dudh."

"Ok. Did you sterilise the bottle before?"

"Ji Arnav bhaiyya."

Who would have thought that Arnav Singh Raizada would turn out to be the best Dad in the world? After Di adopted a cute little baby, Arnavji agreed to have one too. He had been a great Mama to his niece. Had Jiji and Jijaji been in Delhi when Ansh was a baby, Arnavji would have changed his mind earlier already. When Di adopted the sweet few months old Aanya, the whole family in love with that angel including my husband. He would sometimes even neglect work to spend some time with his niece. Di was so delighted over the fact and even more when we told her about our pregnancy. She's changed so much but her love for us remained the same. From bringing up a child to running an NGO singlehandedly, she has come out so strong. And especially Arnavji is very happy to see his Mother like sister standing on her feet and leading a life without relying on a man. Yet we are always there to support her through thick and thin.

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In all these years I didn't actually realise what I've been missing. After marrying Khushi officially, I got a bit selfish and wanted to have all her time for me hence kept denying her for a baby. But now that we finally have one, I can't stop myself from adoring my little daughter. And mostly, I can't stop admiring the mother daughter duo together. I never knew that this childish woman would turn out to be such a mature lady in handling her own child.

"Look at your daughter, born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Tell me one thing Arnavji, what difference does it make if she drinks from an ordinary milk bottle or a branded one?"

"Exactly. It doesn't make any difference if she drinks from an ordinary or a branded bottle, so don't bother."

It irks her that I'm all set to spoil her. She says this way she will never know the value of money. Even though she knows that I never pay much heed to her lectures about spoiling our daughter, she keeps it up.Khushi hasn't changed at all. She's still the same immature, overly dramatic and happy go lucky girl from Lucknow. But since we got Aarushi, she's additionally learning to walk this difficult yet soul soothing path of motherhood because it requires a lot of patience and efforts to bring up a child.

"Aarushi, your Dad is such a Laad Governor. I bet he has no idea that tomorrow is our first meet anniversary. Is it too much to expect him to just wish me on his own without having me to remind him?"

Khushi doesn't seem to be knowing am still there at the poolside and can hear her.. But actually good for me. Now that she blurted it out, I got a chance not to disappoint her. I should do something special, but what? Let's call Aman to have things arranged.

"Hello, Aman. Listen to me..."

Now I can't wait for tomorrow. Am damn sure Khushi will like it. Though tomorrow the whole day she won't talk to me in a proper way because I won't wish her in the morning. That would ruin my planning. It shall be perfect.

What is this noise? It's coming from inside. Maybe I should check it out.

Oh, Khushi watching Kamlesh Khabri again. Somethings never change. She managed to change me just in a year but even after six years, there's no change in her at all. She still drools over Salman Khan and believes everything this Khabri guy says. Few times she even thought am having an extramarital affair because I was too busy and tired those days. According to that guy it automatically meant you're sleeping around out of marriage hence Khushi believed him. It took me few fights and Aman's witness statements to end her doubt.

I just hope she doesn't get my baby also habited to watching all this crap. Maybe it's time I take a decision. Definitely!

"Arnavji! Why did you switch off TV?"

"Khushi, no watching Kamlesh Khabri, daily soaps, reality TV shows and Bollywood news in the presence of my daughter from now on!"

"What the!"

Be prepared for a melodrama now. She always says I am forcing my lifestyle on my daughter. She's too small to have a life style yet but I just want to save her from craps. She shall not get addicted to daily soaps and Kamlesh Khabri typ-ish crap which the world doesn't need and would be better without. I'll make sure my daughter reads newspaper and books everyday, watches news only and focuses on education and knowledge rather than being entertained. For that her mother is enough.

"Aarushi is just a year old yet! You can't stop me from watching TV with my daughter anyway!"

"I can. Else I'll have the TV removed from our room."

"I'll watch it in lobby then."

"I'll have all TVs at home removed."

"You can't do that!"

"You know I can!"

"Hum aapko dekh lenge Laad Governor!"

Now she won't talk to me for a while and show me her Karate moves if I even go closer to her. I am damn sure she's thinking already how to give it back to me. She won't rest until then. Everyday with Khushi is like a roller coaster ride, it has ups and downs but you never get bored.

So, there she goes taking a jumping Aarushi along. Maybe she'll hand her over to Mami and make Jalebis herself. Of course, now that she won't talk to me, won't ask me to look after our baby either. Crazy!

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"Don't you mess with me Arnavji. Give me my baby I tell you. Am going to Laxmi Nagar."

What does this Laad Governor think of himself? He kidnapped my daughter so I don't leave. First he forgets our first meet anniversary and then this, I will pull his hair out now once I see him.

"I am here! Where are you? And why is it so dark here? Arnavji? Where are you? Where is Aarushi?"

Was that Aarushi's giggle? It is her! Is he hiding here somewhere? What is he upto? He knows I am afraid of darkness.

"Aarushi, jaan, come to Mumma."

Pfui, finally lights are on! But...hey DM! Is this really my little girl dressed in tiny replica of my green lehenga that I wore that day six years ago? Wait, does that mean, he...? Yes! He remembers it.

Awww, look at this father daughter duo walking on that ramp holding hands. Such moments just make me weep. Not only that he prepared everything, but also actually sharing a catwalk with the symbol of our love, making me just relive that day. That fateful day where I met this devilish man who turned out to be my soul mate.

I can't stop myself anymore. I need to hug this adorable pair right now.

"I hate you! You make me cry with such things. And you, Mumma's doll, you are the cutest and sweetest baby I've ever seen."

"Six years ago, exactly on this date, this time, you fell in my arms Khushi."

"And now after Six years, here I am, in your arms again."

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