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Om walks out from car and opens door for me, I smile at him little confused why did he bring me here?

I didn't expect my first date here but still I am happy to be here, it is one of the most holy place. I always wanted to visit an orphanage and last year on my birthday I visited this same one.

We enter through gate, I read the name 'amcha ghar' it's written in Marathi, which means 'our home'.

As soon as we walk, I hear laughing sounds of children and soon see them too. They all are playing in hall.

Om asked me do I want to be with children or want to join him in office, I wanted to play but I also wanted to see what work he had here. So when we enter there. The caretaker greeted us and thanked Om for generous donation.

Later when we walked out after some paper work. Om informed me that we will have Lunch here with children and check whether they are getting healthy food or not.

That time I came to know, how caring my hubby can be?. We had lunch together with children, they were so adorable. After lunch I played with them Om too joined us when they asked him.

"Art is most natural way of relaxing even if you are not talented. If you enjoy painting, writing, drawing, singing, dancing whatever it is that will help you. Just enjoy it that's it. you will feel relaxed" I say when a girl asked me what are the relaxing way are.

"Yeah, I love dancing" says Matt, he is eleven year's old.

"I love reading" says Sara, she is thirteen year's old and little mature for her age.

"I love singing" says Mia, with shy smile. She is twelve year's old a very shy girl.

I want to ask her for sing but I know she will shy and feel awkward. She needs to change little, shyness is not bad but too much is disadvantage.

We all are in their bedroom. Here I can see beds, double bed one is down one is up there is ladder for upper bed.

"I never painted" says sadly Golu, he is eight years and most playful child I have ever seen.

"I too" say many more children.

"Don't you learn here drawing, painting and all?" I ask them.

"Didi, we learn drawing, we do that but painting we never tried" she says sadly.

I look at Om after seeing their sad face, he is sitting beside me. he nods his head indicating green signal understanding my thought.
"Do you all wanna try it??" I ask them with big smile.

"Yes" they all sho ut in unions.

Om squeezes my hand before walking out.

Om messages me to come in hall with all of them after ten minutes. So for keeping them busy I tell them story.

"And Prince took her with him and they lived happily ever after" I say completing story.

"My prince will come just like Cinderellas' and will take me" says very happy Riya.

She is sitting beside me, I pull her on my lap and kiss her cheek "yeah, he will but you have to wait for him"

"Didi, did your Prince come or you are still waiting?" She asks very cutely, from her question I blush little and was about to reply when I here other child's voice.

"Of course Didi had found her Prince, what did you think about Om Bhaiya" Matt says smilingly to Riya.

His words make my face crimson. It's true he is my prince for whom I waited my whole life.

"Now let's come with me" I say changing the topic.

When we enter in hall, I see all the things ready painting colours, brushes and canvas for all.

Children see that and run to them and sit there.

I look around for Om, I found him near the door busy on mobile. I walk to Om and thank him for all this.

"Welcome Gishi" he replies and puts his mobile in his Denim's pocket.

"Om I think they will need a teacher, look them they don't have any idea how to paint" I say looking children they all are Still checking the things brought for painting.

"I have talked to caretaker about that you don't worry" he says and holds my hand.

"What about now?" I ask him.

"Children, do you know who is going to teach you?" He asks to them.

Some say 'No' while some shake their heads.

Om holds up my hand which one he was holding "Gauri Didi"

They all clap happily while I give small smile to them. Later I glare at Om "I am not good in painting" I bark at him.

"Didn't you say, if you are not good in art then also it is relaxing if you enjoy it" I look down in sadness what to do now? Looks like I am going to make fool of me.

He holds my shoulder, I look up at him "go and just enjoy yourself, why do you feel scared?" He asks me.

"I'll make fool of me" I reply.

"No you won't, I will never let that happen" his words are like promise.

I nod.

"By the way you will be very beautiful fool" he says and place his hand on my shoulder. I lightly beat him on his chest. Making him chuckle. He is hopeless. We walk where is painting things are placed.

I notice our height difference while walking, It seems like there is 6' inch's difference between us.

I am wearing 5' inch's heel, this is not fare. I snort in my mind. My subconscious shakes her head in disappointment.

I try my best to teach them painting but I hardly know by myself how to hold brush. After fifteen minutes they are doing better then me.

Om is teaching them and he is good in it. When he is inspecting children's work I call him.

He looks at my art and tries to control his laughter.

"Do you need help?"

What the hell?

He wants to play with me, but now I need his help so I nod my head, noting this moment I will have my revenge later.t

"What will I get?" He asks with little smile.

"What you want?" I ask him glaring.

"I will take whatever I want" he whispers in my ear, his breathe on my face makes me weak, very weak from my knees.

He pulls brush from my hand and for my utter shock he drops the brush down rather uses his hand.

He gestures to use my hand as well, it looks dirty to do, but I do as I am told.

Later I feel it enjoying, it's better then brush. when my work is almost done I see it's not that bad, actually it's good. He is talented in painting. I see others work too, they are not bad either.

When I am looking at there work I feel something on my cheek more like colour, I see the culprit who is smiling at me. I move my hand to return his favor but he holds my hand.

"Let me return the favor" I say with pout.

"Not like this" he plants his right cheek on my left one, still holding my hand, his cheek feel little rough on my soft cheek but this contact, this touch feels so good.

He smiles showing me his right cheek "like this" I feel shy from his twinkling brown eyes.

Someone tugs my top I look down, Riya is standing there. Om leaves my hand and creates safe distance between us.

I sit on my knees "what? Baby" I ask her caressing her hair.

"Where did you find your Prince?" While saying prince she gestures towards Om, I look at Om who is grinning at her.

He too sits on his knees, he is still higher then both of us. He answers her "I find her, don't worry your Prince will do the same, just wait for him"

She asks him to bend his head by her hand gesturing him to bend, he follows her order, she kisses him on his cheek. Om's eyes get wide with shock but he too kisses her on her cheek.

She kisses my cheek too, I return her kiss.

Later when they have their homework time caretaker takes us to a room, where I see so small babies they are hardly year old.

A woman hands Om a baby, I am not sure it's girl or boy but whatever baby is so cute.

Om takes that baby in his arms, he is nervous as well as scared in holding her.

"Someone yesterday left her here, she is only two months old her family died in car crash" Caretaker Mr. Sahani informs us.

I am very bad in this kind of situation so I just nod my head.

"Mr. Sahani, that was so bad. But I am happy that now she is part of 'amcha ghar' it's your responsibility to take care of her, you are very good with children as well as in your work" replies Om.

"Mr. Deewan we would love if you can name her, it's a small way of showing our happiness with your care and donations towards 'amcha ghar' I hope you won't mind it" Mr. Sahani says.

Om looks little nervous so I offer my hand in which he very carefully laid baby. I take her in my arms. She is so beautiful, her eyes are looking at me lazily.

"Gishi, if you don't mind can you name her" he asks.

"Do you have any name in your head" I ask him.

"Other then Gauri, Gishi there is nothing in my head" he says making me look at him in shock he scratches back of his neck.

We hear chuckle and turn to see Mr. Sahani, he smiles at us.

I think for name and my mind click on one name which I like.

I kiss her forehead she smiles at me showing her toothless mouth.

"Piyanshi" she smiles hearing her name.

"Seems like she loves her name" says Om looking at her. We hear a click sound and see Mr. Sahani had clicked our pic in his mobile.

"You three look like perfect family" he compliments.

"Thank you" Om takes Mobile from his hand when Piya starts crying. I hold her on my shoulder and walks little, she stops crying and looks around, with her big brown eyes.

She is not hungry because she had her milk already, she sleeps in my arms making me want to hold her forever. I place her in her crib.

"Let's go" I hear Om's voice from my back. I take a last glance of Piyanshi and walk out from that room.

It's 4:15 when we bid bye to all and leave from there in half hour we are standing at garden.

Because Om said 'our Date isn't over'

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