Chapter 14

Arnav waves the pen in air to jerk. The damn it has stopped working amidst his signature under the approval file for the shipment of some more tons of almonds and walnuts. Yes, his business includes all about exporting and importing fruits; both fresh and dry. Therefore, there comes no off-season relaxation for him. Apart from this major business domain, he works well with the export business of spices.

Damn!

"Sameer Dada Jaan is coming... Uh, Sameer Dada Jaan is coming." He rants in nervousness and feels utterly weird at his jumpy state.

He is fidgeting with everything from past twenty minutes since he got a call from the old lad about his visit with family towards Meers.

His wedding date would be discussed and settled down today at lunch and he is still in office. Why? Well, unlike some story bosses, he really has work to do. From eight of morning to midday, he has looked out for some important paper work, phone called two foreign clients, dealt with a new client, made an advisory meet with the main staff and also did the final step of interview for the senior assistant to finance manager post. It was necessary to take short five-minute interview of the young, talented lady to clear the official and solid commitments of his company over her mind. Furthermore, he kept texting his fiancée in between. Cheery on cake, he also attended personal calls. Phew! He is such a busy man.

Shaking his head in dismal, he bins the damn pen and picks out another sleek black pen coated in the royal golden stripes to complete his signature. For the casual paper task, his signature's stamp is enough but for the special papers, he has his real-signature in policy. Measures have to be taken when there is a team of rivals out, waiting impatiently for a single chance to demolish your estate of efforts.

As he passes the file to his personal assistant, his mobile vibrates. He goes on with vibration mode more often when he is in the office.

He registers his thumb to open the lock and reads the text of his girl.

"Guess, you would have a surprise at lunch. Home Sweet Home."

His cheeks stark out, mocking at her hint skills. He is already aware about her family's visit in afternoon.

"IKR." He replies with the funny emoji.

"Yeah, Hamdanis towards Meers. There's something more. Try to read between the lines, Mr. Smartpants."

He chortles at her tone. She is such a lady. Rolling eyes to west, he types the reply.

"Gift for me?" Sending the text, he eagerly waits for her responding text while biting his bottom lip. These days he does it often; thinks about her and bites bottom lip unintentionally. Shirt or tie? He begins thinking of what she must be sending for him.

"Well..." He keeps hanging for two minutes at her well and then receives another text from her. "What kind of wrap would you like to open?"

He nearly chokes on the almond he was crushing under molars. He places the mobile on table for a few detailed ticks whilst collecting smoother breaths. The sinful musings of unwrapping the lehenga of his wife at their wedding night have strongly clouded his mind.

"Special taste for today? Umm... Would sophisticated be cool?" He tries to stay stick to the idea that the current time is to get some wrist watch or shirt from her. Nothing else of naughty sort.

She does not give him a rapid reply. Assuming she must be busy or shy, he gets up from his chair and leaves the office. He had already informed his personal assistant and manager to clear the schedule for the rest of the day.

He ignites the engine and sets up his baby on the road. He is in love with this new Parado of him.

On the half way to home, his cell tunes and he instantly grabs it while driving.

"I'd try to not make it much fancy." She finishes the conversation, making him dwell to think what exactly she be sending for him. He is child-like excited to receive the first gift out of love.

***

Arnav yawns as he sits on his bed after divesting off the formal business suit. The black jeans, cream shirt and black lined sleeveless sweater are given preference for today. The bed opens its arms and he really feels to cherish a sound sleep. He could not sleep perfectly last night as per his habits from past many nights and now after a relaxing shower, his eyelids are heavy, giving him a hard time to keep them open.

Having enough, he assumes he can take a short nap. There is some time in Hamdanis' arrival. He switches off all the lights, puts on the alarm and begins to fall asleep.

His cell rings indicating some notification. Maybe some hint upon his gift. Ha! The poor lad might regret this nap when he gets up.

***

50 minutes Later

He unfurls his eyes turning on bed, coming out of his reverie. His head is banging with the need of sleep. The glace on the wall clock illuminated enough with the daylight clears him to not embrace the pretty sleep again.

"Khushi..." He wistfully takes her name with a longing to see her. Then the deadly smirk takes a way to his cheeks and he chuckles recalling the dream about her.

He keeps his hand on mouth to yawn wide. Ah! He really needs to sleep more.

Sighing, he grabs his mobile, hoping there is some text from her. The notification of her new Instagram post makes him curious to see what she has shared. Maybe a hint to his gift? How idiot he was to sleep and lose the opportunity to see what she has shared. Maybe the sophisticated wrapping with minimal fancy work?

Before he could tap on it, his youngest brother breaks in his room. When did he leave his door open? He must had forgotten to lock it. A mistake to never repeat after the marriage.

"Mr. Romeo, they are just a minute away. Get up!" Taimor shouts, hinting him to rush.

"Oh." Arnav blanches and jerks up to give some touch ups to his appearance. Would he welcome his in-laws in sleepy state?

He then clicks on the notification to see what exactly she has posted.

"No, Like seriously! Arnav Bhai your in-laws..." They hear the screeching sound of tires, giving clear signals to them to bid-bye sluggishness. ".... Have arrived! Haul your ass up!"

Arnav laughs but instantly goes immobile upon capturing the charismatic vision.

She has shared her own picture. The one which can kill him in a matter of seconds.

He smiles, deeply, from the depth of his heart. She is the sukoon of his eyes.

He scrolls to see it full, zooms it and sees it again. He looks down for the caption and the damn barbarous caption takes the control of his body, asking him to have a seat to earn even breaths. He again reads the quote in mind, "If women are gift, Saree is the most beautiful gift wrap."

When did she wear this? He begins thinking because he cannot collect on which event she wore this Saree lately.

Unaware of his condition, Taimor tugs him up and literally drags him down. Both brothers hasten and as soon as they reach down the staircase, Hamdani's make appearance at the main door which leads to the interior of Meer Mansion. They pause and pass megawatt smile to everyone. But today the absolute murder of Arnav Raza Meer is planned – His beautiful lady is standing in her full glory at the left corner.

Same.

Same Plain, Silk, Black Sophisticated Saree.

Same Minimal Make up.

Same Straighten Hairstyle.

Same Diamond ear-studs.

Same Nude nail paint with the white outer layer.

Same Heels.

Same look.

Oh DAMN!!!

SHE. IS. EFFING. GORGEOUS.

The current runs through his body seeing the most incredible gift wrapped with sheer sophistication. His beats thud louder and faster and he takes so much of time to absorb in the fact that he had been flirted with.

She goes crimson knowing every mouth is ajar in astonishment to confront his lost trance. He is gazing her like the whole world is left behind.

Yousaf Hamdani clears his throat to let go of the awkward environment. He cannot bear more of his ogling on his daughter. He does not have the right to admire his daughter.

For a moment, Arnav lowers his head and pressing it out of embarrassment. He needs to collect his patience. It was such an unethical act. He takes in a deep breath and then raises his happy, collected face and greets her with the casual Salam.

"Walaikum Assalam" She replies, softly, igniting feelings in him.

Letting the matter go, everyone moves in, towards the living area. She purposely stays at end, walking extra slow.

He registers his thumb print on mobile and just compares the picture and her....

She nears him and whispers the sinful description she used on Instagram, "If women are gift, Saree is the most beautiful gift wrap." Lopsided grin form on her face and she gives her flirting some more enhancement with a wink. He shakes his head at the disbelief whilst she dares to giggle before moving ahead.

He again admires her picture by zooming again and again and again. Then he taps to like it and comments, "really smart."

***

It's the tradition going on from centuries that the groom's family visit the bride's family and the wedding date along other things are discussed and decided followed by a healthy meal. This tradition is, however, challenged today. The visit of Hamdanis towards Meers is not a step to consider casual, that too along the bride to be. It is something big.

"Any help?" Khushi immediately gets up as the maids bring the trollies filled with delicious refreshment.

"No, dollface, you are a guest today." Aeidah and Aakifah forces her to sit while they serve everyone.

"A foe guest!" Arnav mutters under his breath. She is hitting his weak cords today. She should not have come.

"Why has she come?" Unable to control his frustration, Arnav whispers the question to his Bhabhi with whom he is developing quite a brotherly relation, stronger than before.

"Arnav, shh...." Before Aakifah could reply him, his sister tries to hush him. If Khushi gets to hear this, she would be hurt.

"Dada Jaan's plan..." Aakifah calms him but still the lava bubbling inside him is being a barbarous itch.

"What has happened to Arnav beta, today?" Dada Jaan inquires, observing he has not touched a single thing.

"Um... um... nothing special." Inside the old lad smirks assuming the poor lover cannot beat the slaying look of his ladylove but he still recommends him to try the coffee.

"Yeah, okay. Thank you." His mind is upset. Just like a normal human being he is unable to function well when his body system is in absolute demand of sleep.

Despite his hard efforts, his off behavior remains evident on the dining table, too. The whole Meer family is upset at Arnav's weird behavior. It will definitely leave a wrong impression on the guest-family.

Having no mood to consume anything, he simply dishes two Tikkas for him. It surely invites the special attention.

"Eh, Arnie Bhai is dieting like girls." Maheen jokes who has a place right opposite to him. "You are a hero, Bhai. No need of dieting." The little girl again giggles, enjoying to have moment to make fun of. Khushi's brows knit as she fails to solve the reason behind the odd behavior of her fiancé.

As slow as possible, he finishes one Tikka and then leaves the fork after pondering hard to consume the second piece or not. He could not try eating anymore. It has gone past his capacity. The headache is killing him.

"Arnav, my love. Is there any problem?" Rahim Meer enquires, not liking his grandson's actions but at the same time, he is extremely concerned about him, too.

"Dadu..." He exhales loud and presses his forehead. "Headache... too intense."

"Beta, you should rest." Yasmin takes his side. She feels bad to be a reason of her to be son-in-law's unrest.

"Excuse me everyone..." He stands up from his chair to leave. Seeing the worried expressions on every face, he assumes the need to make an apology. "Please you people eat. I cannot help this weird headache. Sorry."

"It's okay, dear son. You should go and have some rest while we get finished with the lunch." Sameer Dada Jaan allows him to go.

"Khushi, you are not wearing lens today, right? So, bring me a strong mug of tea, please." Khushi's heartbeats quicken and her throat parches at the direct request of Arnav. He does not wait and instead takes two stairs at once to reach his room. He is himself irritated with this slaggy condition. It's his event to enjoy and here his head is bursting with pain.

Khushi feels her confidence thinning in air. She was quite excited to have a day full of fun and here her fiancé is not in healthy state of mind. She knows if not immense level headache, he would have at least feigned to be happy and contented.

Patting her disappointment away, she analyses what to do about Arnav's request. Would it be okay? They are not married yet. It is utterly against the ethics to be alone with him in a room. The elders of both families would mind this, especially taunts can rise up against him. This is the thing she fears the most. She wants everyone to respect Arnav at any cost.

"Khushi? You are still here. He said something to you. Beta, go make tea for him. Your tea will help him get fresh." Sameer Dada Jaan speaks softly and every mature person there takes relaxing breaths. They were hoping stern words for Arnav.

Nodding, Khushi leaves her place. She wipes the corner of her eyes as she puts the water with tea leaves and sugar to boil. He does not like fancy tea. The way she makes tea for him always makes him afresh.

"Please, Allah ji, give him peace from this headache. I will offer two additional Nawafil." Her heart is shallowing... as if she can experience his pain.

After three minutes, she adds milk and lets the beverage to boil as per his preference. "What has happened to you, Arnav. You must have caught the evil eyes." She talks to herself with dismal. The natural glow from her face is lost in merely a few seconds. Rightly said, the glow of committed couple is natural when they are happy and hale.

She puts the mug in tray along the bottle of butter oil and spoon. It will help him sleep better. Preparing the tray, she hands it to the maid and notions her to walk out with her.

As a precaution, she stops by the family at dining table and asks for permission from her grandfathers. "Should I go Dadu?"

"Yes, sweetie." Sameer Dada Jaan replies as he takes in another fork of food.

She nods happily and takes the tray from the maid and manages herself with Saree, wedges, stairs and tea.

"Ma'am, give it to me. I will escort you till his room." The maid offers assistance but Khushi denies. She does not want to waste any second and reach to her Arnav. His headache otherwise will cause the waves of pain in her head, too.

***

Khushi knocks at the door but does not wait outside for the permission. She wants him to have his cure immediately so that he can get better. Her heart would fail otherwise.

Entering in room, she visions him in the semi-conscious state, lowly groaning with pain.

"Arnav..." She gets scared and immediately rushes towards him. She places the tray on side table and wipes the sweat beads on his forehead with her edge of her Saree. "My love, what is happening? You all right?" Her sensitive side is activated and she is herself feeling sick confronting him unwell.

"Yaar... my head... I feel it will burst out with this frigging pain." He literally screams.

"Shhh... nothing bad will happen." She holds his head, lovingly. "Here... lay down." Leaning over him, she sets the pillows and helps him to take some sips of tea. Realizing the awkward pose, she straightens herself and sits on bed with some distance form his powerful, dominating body.

"This is so soothing." He murmurs in a merely audible voice.

"You are scaring me. Please gather your wits."

"This tea..." He notions with his eyes and then simply winks at her to express his gratitude for the best tea.

"Let me add a spoon of butter oil. It will help you to sleep better." She suggests while opening the bottle. She does not wait for his reply because she knows the best for him and thus mixes a stuffed spoon of butter oil in his mug.

He chuckles at her dominance and resumes having his tea. He kind of craves such level of concern. His family is caring but he is not wrong either to desire the affection of his spouse.

"If you were going through this much headache, you could have taken tea when all were having refreshments." She is suddenly annoyed with him at him to ignore his health.

"Sorry, wifey!" He teases handing her the finished mug. "But it's you who should be sorry." She questioningly looks at him. "My head was already bursting with the need of sleep and then you had to come, glowing as ever with my love and wrapped in this sophisticated piece." He shrugs in annoyance while hiding his flirty heart.

"It stings here..." She points to his heart and chuckles hard over her act. If she were pointing towards her heart, it surely would have drawn his attention towards her breasts. "My existence could not bring you the peace." Jokes apart, she is quite dismal about this. She always wished to be the peace of her husband's eyes.

"Oh my love." He moves ahead to seize her hand in his but stops amidst. The room door is open. If some elder arrives and catches them holding hands, it will leave the mushy couple embarrassed.

"Why am I not the sukoon of your eyes?" She splits into sobs.

"You are. Trust me."

"Liar!" She looks at him with accusatory eyes.

"I am jiggling fresh now. Reason? You infront of me!" He winks at her and she stops with her clouding negative feelings.

"Oh. And where is the praise for my tea?" She demands childlike.

"Well, I want you both in my life, forever." He laughs for no reason and this makes her realize of her importance. She is the Sukoon of his eyes.

"Do you want to sleep?" She asks out of concern. He would be completely fine with the sleep of some hours.

"Yes, only if you would not rant about not being my sukoon!"

She blushes and notions him to lay down while leaving the bed herself. Being an obedient boy, he takes the coverlet and passes her a contented smile.

Pondering for long, she shrugs away every kind of thought and instead leans on him. He looks at her exquisitely.

"Please, rest, hmm? Everything will be okay." She caresses his forehead for a second merely.

"Promise me first that you will have your lunch." Her heart swells at his concern.

"Promise. Now, please sleep."

"Massage my head for a few minutes, please?" He requests with a glint of hope for peace. "When you touched, I felt at... Peace."

She sits by his side and spends memorable contented time in massaging his forehead and head until he slips into a deep sleep. Being the naughty girl, she does not lose the opportunity and instead closely admires him soft snores.

She picks up the tray and switches off the lights. How tired he must be to fall asleep with the lights on. Her concern for him doubles up. Trying her best to not make much noise, she leaves his room, closing the door on her way out.

As she was descending the stairs, she hears her parents inquiring the Meers about Arnav's health whilst being at the last some minutes of meal.

"Nothing special. He is just being childish..." Raza Meer calls his own son mad to lighten the tensed environment.

"Loving a girl form years and now being in relationship with her, it's natural to desire to have her in front of your eyes, if its childish then let it be." Mrs. Rahim Meer contradicts her son and he goes mum, showing obedience.

"Yes. It is all because he is not getting enough sleep. Mostly when I check him after getting up for Tahajjud, I find him awake, mostly working or praying." Arnav's father speaks for his son, balancing his earlier words.

Sameer Hamdani smiles, nodding his head, telling that he is getting hints.

"And today when we are here to finally make him happy with the date, he is not well." Mrs. Yasmeen expresses her concern, taking the last bite of mutton Qorma.

"My boy must have caught bad eyes. I daily give his Sadqa but still..." Mrs. Rahim shares her worry and leaves her spoon to open her purse, she extracts a few notes of thousands and gave it to the one of the trust worthy servants with an advice to give them to their watchman whose daughter's marriage is near. They have already helped in the dowry, banquet booking, catering service along the bride's dress and make over.

"Ami, he is just tried." Mrs. Raza tries reasoning.

"Have you looked in his eyes? They clearly say that he has caught some evil eyes." Mrs. Rahim defends her years of experience. She can do anything to keep her grandchildren safe. In the respect notion, Kiran nods her head.

Seeing Khushi, they encourage her to sit and eat. Though she wants to dine with Arnav once he is awake but cannot break the promise she made to him. She does not want to break this simple promise. Careful steps are needed to build the strong foundation of trust. She cannot act childish anymore when she is about to enter a very mature phase of life.

"How is he now?" Kiran Meer asks about her son.

"Much better. After the tea, he was really good but I encouraged him to rest for a while. He was saying sorry to all." She says while taking back her seat. Aakifah was long finished with her meal so she herself serves Khushi after the maid brought re-hot meal.

"I am so tensed for him." Aaeidah voices out her worry.

"He is good now. It was all because of the lack of sleep." Khushi reasons with her Aaeidah aapi and takes a warming bite of Chappli Kebab with cheese dripping spaghetti mixed pasta. She and her weird eating combinations are Arnav's favorite. He finds her quite adorable when she eats how she prefers, instead of caring about what world thinks.

"We will discuss the date after he wakes up. I want to see my boy happy." Sameer Hamdani announces and all then looks forwards to the desert and gossips and conversations.

***

As Arnav comes to the posh living room designed in the black and white theme after waking up from a nap of straight eight minutes, Sameer Hamdani notions him to sit beside him while his mother enquires him about health and food. "Yes, please, I am so hungry. Did Khushi eat well? She had to leave in mid for me."

"She ate well, Romeo. You tell, what had happened to you?" Taimor asks him in annoyed tone. That's the brother love if we read in between the lines.

"You don't do business, kiddo." Arnav replies, happily receiving the concern of everyone.

"You scared me, Arnav." His grandfather comes ahead and gives him love on head. He stands up in his respect and hugs his confidant hard.

"She said the same." Arnav whispers to his grandfather and the old man chuckles patting his back quite hard in appreciation.

After greeting his grandfather, he sits back beside Sameer Dada Jaan. Despite being in the late 70's, the old chap possesses quite a dominant aura, mediate body and prefers to be in his Shalwar Qameez, thick moustache and not so thick beard.

"Arnav, your lunch is ready. Come to the table." Khushi comes to call him and he instantly likes the possessive rightful sound. How contented his life will be after marriage!

He excuses himself and follows the love of his life. "Thank you so much for the tea and massage." He pays his gratitude while she serves him food.

"All my pleasure." Making his plate, she pours water for him and then takes her leave seeing Aqeeb, Taimor and Sadee coming there to give him company.

"Khushi, say Aakifah to send us ice-cream again." Aqeeb calls for her and she positively hums.

Arnav gives full time to his food and his brothers and brother in law while making plans how to romance with his girl. He needs to praise her so much. She is looking so flawless and exquisite. He feels like adoring her for years. Marrying her will make him the luckiest man alive on this plant. Let those penises stay in arrogance who think appreciating the presence of their mates will make them less of a man. Infact, they stay a level below to be even called as human beings. A real man appreciates his woman because she is made from his rib bone, is the other half of him and his covering (dress).

***

"So, man, how are you feeling now?" Yousaf Hamdani pats Arnav's shoulder as he comes back to living room after hungrily finishing the meal which did not taste delicious to him earlier.

Everyone looks up to get the contentment of his wellbeing and his heart just swells with pride of being loved by many hearts.

"Perfect." He shows up his both thumbs, gleefully, occupying the empty space in between the both grandfathers of the family.

"Well, so, lets discuss the wedding date, then? Yousaf asks, and the family gets attentive.

"There is nothing to ask, uncle, just tell him." Aqeeb teases Arnav. "The man will get happier."

Arnav smiles widely at this tease. Inside he curses himself to fall sick and waste so much of time to hear such awaiting news.

"Say, Baba Jani." Yousaf notions his father, giving the old lad the respect.

"Um. Yeah. Sure. The wedding date..." Sameer Hamdani trails, unable to hide his hesitation to discuss this topic. He takes a few seconds to resume his sentence. "After a month? Would 4th of January suit you?" He collectively asks every Meer there which includes Mr. and Mrs. Rahim Meer, Mr. and Mrs. Raza Meer, Mr. and Mrs. Aqeeb Meer, Arnav Raza Meer and Aeidah Malik.

"Perfect." Raza replies, getting positive notion from his father.

"Yeah, a month would be more than enough for preparations." Kiran imagingly replies. She is extremely happy to visualize her obedient son getting married.

Khushi who was standing away with ladies, where they can only make interpretations on the base of observation of their visuals, looks down with utter shyness. Soon, she would be his, completely his, from head to toe. She tightly shuts her eyes as the thoughts of being kissed, bitten by him clouds her mind, seducing her to the edge. She bites her bottom lip to gather some self-control.

Gaining some courage, she raises her head and confusion replaces her happy face with worry lines. Is there some problem?

There, in the living room, Arnav looks at his Sameer Dada Jaan with utter shock. He cannot believe what he is being asked of now.

"Dada Jaan?" He wants to hear it again, in case he heard it wrong floating in his happiness.

"Beta, I have asked you of two months for marriage instead of one." Sameer Hamdani gets embarrassed while repeating. He can clearly see the pain of this man. "For Khushi..." He adds the main factor and waits for some response from his side. The elders could decide the wedding date without the involvement of groom but the permission for the delay required his presence.

"We understand and warmly appreciate your feelings but you are mature enough to estimate the taunts which can take birth for her." Yasmeen adds up, sharing their fear as parents of bride. They can rush in wedding, even have it next week, or next day. With the bundles of cash, everything goes smooth.

"If we keep your wedding right after a month, after the 6 weeks of Aakifah's marriage, it will license people to assume much things on their own. They would be right to ponder that what exactly happened during Aakifah's wedding which led to this quick wedding... may be their assumptions surpass the gossip line that she might be..."

"Enough." Arnav shouts in amidst in annoyed tone. "Let aside the world, you yourself dared to utter such words for your own blood." As ever, his protective side is triggered for his Khushi. "You people can easily make us wait for the sake this world?" He begins with the usual cram of today's generation in which the whole world is termed bad except your own existence.

"The fact that we do not remain alone in this world, and has to go by the customs and traditions of society we live in has to be given some importance, too." Mrs. Rahim Meer speaks this time, taking side of the bride's family. Arnav's aggressive reply has the mouth of Hamdanis shut. They cannot make their son in law to be furious ever before the marriage. "A matter of girls' dignity is highly sensitive. One stain and everything ruins."

This irks Arnav more; more oil to the already blazing fire. He stands up from his seat and every breath hold up, interpreting that he is highly irritated. Instead, he goes towards the table, to chug down the water. He looks straight and can see the ladies and the most worried is his lady love. He places his hand on heart and bows his head a bit with the assured blink of eyes.

They have suffered much due to this world. He would not let more of it to happen.

He goes back to his place with rather calm mind with a glass of water and a determination to erase out all of her worries.

"Yes, so according to the current assumption if we extend the wedding date till 4th February, then no fingers, no taunts will be pointed towards our character." He refers to the both of him and Khushi. "Dada Jaan, even if we delay the wedding for three months, still people will assume the same gossiping points. According to me, it can be avoided only if we wait for two years. Even then, people will say that our affair was on in between this period or that may be we are crossing limits. I apologize I cannot wait for two years. I want wedding after a month."

Sameer chuckles with a slight nod of head. "We can clearly see that this time we are giving our daughter to a young, successful businessman."

Despite the tension, Arnav smiles at the compliment and looks pleadingly to Sameer Dada Jaan and his father in law to be.

Mrs. Yasmeen looks up to her husband and father in law for some answer. She was happy to get one more month but as the kids wish so.

"Okay. Cool. 4th January is fixed." Sameer Hamdani announces and a wave of happiness dances in living room.

"Lemme jot down the dates for all the functions and their timing as well." Mrs. Rahim gives a poke to her big-framed spectacles, extracting the note pad from the drawer of table at left.

Everyone chuckles loudly at the enthusiasm of the old lady. Arnav immediately goes on his knees, holds the still soft hands of Dadi Jaan and kisses them with sheer affection.

"My old eyes, finally will get to see you as groom, your bride and then your kids." Arnav just keeps smiling wide, even at the mention of kids just to hide the blush which has dominantly kissed his cheeks.

His kids.

Arnav and Khushi's kids.

YES!

***

Ramadan Mubarak to every Muslim here. Make special prayers for me. It has been a hard week for me. Maybe, I am committing some great sins considering them small or maybe some other thing. Please pray.

With this LCD problem and vacations and thousands of scenes of different plots and stories playing in my mind are making me go mad. I wish I could be some real quick in typing the chapters. Some day... In Sha Allah.