Hi lovelies,
Presenting next part for all of you. Read and enjoy...
Happy weekend to all
Take care
Aarohi. ❤️❤️
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NEXT DAY, AFTERNOON
ISHITA BHALLA CAR
"Mumma when we will reach?"
"Few more minutes beta, bas the traffic is about to clear." Ishita shifted the gear and accelerated the car as the traffic cleared. "Mumma, aaj koi festival hai kya?"
"Kyon kya hua?"
"Aaj aap aur dadi itni pretty pretty ready hue ho." Ishita laughed listening to her daughter's queries, their car entered inside PSR Globals premises, she straightway drove towards the private parking area and parked her red i10 beside her husband BMW, she opened the door for Roohi and picked the gift from the backside, the two held each other hands and moved towards the private elevator. Ishita eyed enviously at the gift she was holding and the sudden urge to slam that gift down the floor overpowered her but she calmed down herself, it's almost afternoon and Raman still hasn't wished her karwachouth forget purchasing a gift for her. The elevator dinged at the top floor and the lavish floor came to her view, her heels clicked on shining black marble as she walked further holding the huge box in her hand, the guards greeted her before they pushed the door for the two and Roohi ran inside the chambers without listening to her mother.
"Roo don't go inside." Ishita was unsure if Raman is busy in some meeting, she walked inside the conference hall with tentative steps and smiled watching Raman twirling Roohi in his arms. His teammates were still sitting at their desks, some presentation was going on the projector which was enough to make Ishita embarrass.
"Papa. I missed you."
"I missed you too Papa ki princess." Raman peaked her forehead and acquired his usual seat making Roohi sir on his lap. Ishita remained outside of the conference hall and admired the duo, the way Raman made Roohi sir on his lap and continued to instruct his juniors was a sight to behold. She couldn't stop herself from clicking their picture and she moved towards his cabin when one of his team member came to escort her. The black and grey asthetic interiors almost make look his chambers huge and mighty, Ishita kept the box on side tables and moved towards his work desk, she admired and caressed his seat and her heart swelled with pride recalling the years when he worked hard just to make his dream a living reality. The man literally invested himself just to achieve what he desired, he is a hardworking and deserving and the truth makes her fall for him more. When she was arranging his pens, her gaze stopped on picture decorated near his iMac setup, she and Roo looked cute in that picture which Raman clicked one random morning.
She knows this man loves her but somedays he is just cunning and tease. Along his files some business magazines were also there featuring her husband on cover. She picked one of the magazines of the latest edition and glides her fingers on his picture where he posed in black armani, the shot looked taken from his cabin only. At the age of thirty five, he is one of the successful CEOs of the country, making PSR attain the heights which never happened before. He literally wasted himself in his work and after Roohi surgery he almost spent fifteen to sixteen hours of the day in office hardly leaving any time for them but she understands him, she understands his dream and passion. It's maybe not about money, she knows they have enough to live a life but it's more about learning and achieving. They thirve to give their best in their careers and set an example for Roo.
Once done arranging his stuff back, Ishita removed the blinders and remained stood near the glass partitions to admire the breathtaking view of the golf cours, the cabin was designed in such a way that from side you can take view of the busy roads and from other side the lavish golf course can be seen.
PSR headquarters provide the magnificent view of the city, the polluted and noisy city as everyone says has so but yes if someone wants to witness the serene view of this city than PSR should be a choice.
"Mrs. Bhalla, how are you?" Ishita joined her hands and greeted Mr. Bansal who entered the chambers along some files.
"I am good uncle, how's your hand doing now?"
"Great so far, I joined six weeks back only. Raman sir asked us to arrange supper for you and Roohi, he will be here in few minutes." Ishita nodded her head looking at the mouth watering delicacies arranged on the table, she controlled her urges as the aroma hit her nostrils. She is a big foodie but today is a testing day for her.
"Arghh!! Give me strength murugan." Ishita prayed to God, the half day is passed and only few hours are left. She was waiting for Roohi and Raman only when they appeared from the other side laughing and giggling over something. Roohi was wearing a denim skirt paired with shots and a spaghetti strap top, her hairs were tied into two pony tails which she was wiggling again and again.
"Roo I told you not to disturb papa." Ishita lightly scolded Roohi who looked unfazed with her mother scoldings instead passed a toothy grin to her. Ishita shook her head and asked her to rub sanatizer on her palms before she start eating. She then looked at her husband and all the love she had in her heart till few minutes before flew into thin air.
"Your gift." Ishita forwarded the box infront of Raman but his actions and unresponsiveness towards her was weird for her.
***
Raman's jaw touched the floor as his gaze fell on the ethereal beauty standing in the middle of his chambers. Red never looked more beautiful than today, her beauty even increased the worth of the plain asymmetric red kurti she wore today. Her hair partition was filled with vermilion and the nuptial chain can be seen through the gap of her chunri which was covering her chest area, his gaze fell on her palms which were covered with heena, the maroon red pattern complimented her fair tone pretty well. He was eager to see if she asked the artist to write his name or not.
"Stop acting like a smitten boy." Ishita cleared her throat looking at her husband who closed his mouth feeling flushed.
"I ain't. I was just thinking something." Raman walked past away from Ishita leaving her curious.
"What?" Ishita followed Raman closely intrigued seeing his actions.
"How come a bull didn't followed you." Ishita gasped on Raman remark and pouted looking at her reflection in the glass. She know she is looking simply beautiful but this man would never be courteous enough to compliment her.
Well that's not true, he do compliment me but today I am fasting for him, isn't it's his responsibility to make me feel special?
But Ishu! You never told him that you're fasting for him. Her subconscious mocked her and she twitched her lips. Ishita took the gift and forwarded infront of Raman, "Here your stuff. Go and give it to your ex girlfriend." Ishita murmured dryly, her face was worth to watch and Raman bit his inner cheeks to stop himself from laughing on her face.
"Roo let's go. Papa needs to visit his best friend."
"But I am busy in eating Mumma." Roohi replied with stuffed mouth, the girl was stuffing her mouth with delectable food like she starve at home.
"By the way what is the ocassion today? You never decks up."
"What do you mean?" Ishita snorted at Raman folding her hands against her chest.
"I mean most of the time you dress like homeless especially when you borrow my tee-shirts."
"Atleast you accepted that you're fashion sense is similar of homeless." Her sassy reply was enough to make Raman chuckle. He know his wife is nothing but simply jealous of morning incident, Raman eyed at Roohi who was busy in eating and then wrapped his arms around Ishita waist making her land on his chest.
"This is so beautiful. This R is for me?" Raman adored her heena filled palms, the R written in the middle of her hands inscribed a heart is the centre of attraction. "If someone is upset with me?"
"No. I ain't. You have time to buy gifts for your ex but you won't buy same gift for your wife."
"This! You want this gift?"
"Yes. Why won't I? Just because I never demand that doesn't mean I don't desire gifts." Ishita mumbled, thankfully Roohi was occupied with food and tablet giving lone time to her parents.
"Oh God! Making a mole out of the hill. You could have told me clearly."
"You're my husband. You should understand ."
"Oh God! Girls are unpredictable. Anyways eat something."
"I am full." Ishita replied dryly and freed her palm from his grip. "And yes this R is for my daughter. Why are you not eating anyways?"
"I thought to eat in her reception lunch."
"Fine. Go and die." Ishita stomped her feet and went near Roohi who was done eating treat by her father and prepared to leave back to home. She peaked her father cheeks and jumped outside of chambers followed by her sullen face mother.
****
As the evening dwells, Ishita started to deck herself in the saree gifted by her mother-in-law, a red silk saree with golden border paired with full sleeve V neck blouse, she left her hairs open as per her husband liking and wore one of the diamond necklace she got in her wedding. Ishita lovingly caressed a hamper she received while returning back from Raman office, the hamper had dryfruits, clothes and other accessories for married women along with her favourite Mysore Pak. She knows this hamper is sent by her mother, Madhavi Iyer send her hamper on every karwachouth with the hope that her daughter will open her fast with these sweets, a disappointed smile came on her lips thinking about her mother who must be happy if she comes to know about her karwachouth celebration. Why do humans not get everything we wish? Ishita decided to keep mysore pak in her thaali and open the fast with the same, she came out from her room and kneeled before her little baby who wore green skirt and blouse paired with her one gold necklace gifted by her mother.
"Mumma! Dadi is calling you. Offo!" Roohi slapped her head dramatically looking at her mother who was wearing her earrings.
"Coming betu, okay tell me you ate something?"
"Yes! Neelu Didi prepared Paratha for me." Roohi passed flower string to her mother and went awwed seeing her tieing in her hairs. "Mumma I want one." Ishita nodded her head and clipped one jasmine flower string in her long hairs. She planted a tight kiss on her cheeks making her yelp.
"Mumma! Are you still not hungry?" Roohi was upset with the idea that her mother is hungry for her father since morning, in the evening when her grandmother told her about the festival she was behind her mother to eat something.
"No baby." Roohi continued to munch her chocolate and caressed her mother face. "You know dadi asked Disha aunty to prepare so many things, what if it make you feel more hungry?"
"Only few hours are left baby, see it's already evening."
"But why you kept fast even?" The curious soul still didn't stopped, she followed her mother who came out from dressing room after turning off the lights, "Hmm all wives do this fast for their husband, because they love each other. In this fast we pray for their good health and long life." She hoped if her little minion won't ask more questions.
"Then Papa should keep this fast for you. Who will pray for your long life and good health?" Ishita giggled the way Roohi was standing over the bed resting her hands on her hips. She squeezed her in her arms and rained kisses on her cheeks, "You love Mumma that much?"
"I love you more than anyone." She rubbed her nose with her mother. The two giggled at their actions and made their way out on the call of Santosh. They decided to do pooja in their home temple only, still there was no sign of Raman and it was enough to make her bite her nails. She started doing pooja as instructed by Santhosh, the pooja took more than half an hour to complete when the door churned and she found Raman in front of her, worn out and exhausted.
"Raman. Are you alright?"
"Am I late?"
"No, you ain't but why are you looking so worn out and exhausted?"
"I was busy with some important stuff and lost track of the time." Raman whispered, his driver Sateesh came holding a box in his hands. "Keep it down." Raman whispered and passed him his two wheelers key.
"Puttar. Go and change your clothes. Moon rise can happen at any minute now." Raman nodded his head and dashed inside their bedroom whereas Ishita started to prepare for the next ritual.
"Are Ishita!!!"
"This boy! He has a habit of creating fuss every time." She chuckled softly and went inside the room only to find that her husband forgot to take his towel and clothes. She hanged his kurta pyjama on the hanger and kept his bathrobe outside of the bathroom, his dumped clothes inside the hamper caught her attention and Ishita started to check the pockets in hope to find her gift but as she expected the pockets were empty.
Kya yaar! Ek to din bhar se baat nahi ki uske baad bhi ye nahi ki mujhe mana lein. Heartless.
Ishita blabbered to herself and started preparing for the pooja when Raman too arrived wearing beige color kurta and pyjama.
This madrasan looks damn cute with a sullen face.
"Maa why is this madrasan preparing pooja thaali?"
"Because she needs to open her fast." Santhosh replied still busy in her work, her husband and granddaughter are busy looking for the moon.
"Really? You kept fast?" Ishita nodded her head softly looking at her husband's surprised expressions, the mixed feelings of happiness and shock can be seen on his face, it was the most unexpected gesture from Ishita for him.
"Tu kuch gift shift laya ki nahi kudi ke liye?" Santhosh asked further but her son's fallen face confirmed all her doubts and she hit her forehead with her palms. "Dumbo!" She scolded him further and went towards the terrace.
"Madrasan you love me this much?" Raman followed Ishita with puppy eyes.
"No, I love Vidyut Jamwal and my daughter." She made a face and went to the terrace to perform the ritual. "Make her drink the water." Once done with the pooja, Santhosh instructed Raman to complete the ritual and break Ishita fast. It was first time for Ishita when she was hungry for the entire day, deep down whe was scared when she kept the fast but the day fast in the jiffy and it was an absolute amazing experience for her. Ishita hold Raman hand as put the glass of water on her lips.
"Madrasan, poora khud hi pee jaaogi kya?" Ishita narrowed her brows on Raman words, she quizzed her brows trying to understand his words.
"Matlab?"
"Won't you break my fast?" The three faces broke into grin when Raman declared he was fasting for his wife. "But you never told me." Ishita whispered still trying to come out from happy shock.
"I thought to surprise you but I got surprise by myself." He whispered with a goofy smile making Ishita smile. She forwarded the same glass towards him and he broke his fast smiling towards her.
"Papa even you kept fast for Mumma good health?"
"Yes." Raman replied pulling Roohi cheeks.
"Thank God. I was so worried for her otherwise." Roohi blabbered animatedly making everyone laugh. The dinner was a merry affair for the Bhalla family, they decided to invite their neighbours as well. Raman's father gifted his wife a surprise trip to Himachal, which he planned along with Mr. And Mrs . Aurbindo. Raman shake his head on his parents bonding, he learnt the love never age it only grows. Raman had learnt this thing after he started observing his parents love towards each other, what he used to consider dominance was nothing but understanding and faith towards each other. He lovingly adored his wife who was busy in feeding Roohi, he filled her plate with her favourite food and served himself.
"Hmm have it." He stuffed a morsel in her mouth and at the same time Ishita too fed roohi another piece. Their faces were worth to see.
"God. You two are looking so funny." Mr and Mrs Mukherjee commented making everyone laugh and the two pout.
"Okay now tell us what you bought for my daughter in law." The eager eyes were stuck at Raman who started to scratch his head. He asked one of the helper to bring the box and presented infront of Ishita.
"What is inside the box?"
"You asked for this." Raman shrugged his shoulder leaving her puzzled. She tore the packing and the stuff kept inside was something insane.
"Hain?? What is all this Raman?" Santhosh laughed looking at the cooker, frying-pan and saucer pan.
"Maa I bought this gift for my friend and since morning she is all behind me, so I bought another set for her as well." Raman passed I am innocent look to everyone present there, his gift became reason of laughter and an upset wife behind.
Mann to kar raha hai ki yahi frying pan inke sar pe de maaru.
Ishita cried inwardly, that's how not she wished her karwachouth to become memorable.
*
Ishita checked the door lock another time and stretched her back as she made her way lazily towards her bedroom. The day was hectic for her and now as everything wraps up she starts to feel the pain in her lower back. Roohi was sleeping in her room, she mentally noted to bring her in their room after taking a hot shower.
Where is this Ravan Kumar anyways?
She wondered about her husband while resting her hands on her hips. The lights of their room dimmed as well and the bed was untouched, she was all set to move towards the shower area when a tug on her wrist stopped her. Ishita found herself wrapped in Raman's arms who caged in between the glass door and his body. Her hairs which were tied in the messy bun were left open and rested at one side of her shoulder leaving the other side bare for him. "This saree suits you."
He moaned in between the kisses, her fingers were tangled with his as he pressed their lower bodies more.
"Don't you dare to seduce me." Ishita whispered struggling not to become weak in front of his sweet ministration. "You just fall for my charms." He bit her earlobe lightly enough to make her wince.
"I am not your girlfriend to fall for your charm. How many things you have hid from me?" She pushed him and went inside the balcony, he smirked on her antiques and followed her, after locking the door he followed her with slow steps, her flowing hairs gave him partial sight of her bare back which she was enough to race his heart. How many times she will race his heart in one single day?
He wounded his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, "Are you upset because I didn't bring anything for you or it is because of that girlfriend of mine?"
"Both." She murmured in soft voice staring towards the sky aimlessly.
"Hmm....well I have something to pacify my girl." He made her look towards him and asked her to close her eyes. He softly took her left hand in hers and few seconds later Ishita felt a cold metal touching her wrist. She opened her eyes with a jerk and found a bracelet tied around her wrist. "This?"
The bracelet exactly looked the same one which he gifted her on their wedding night, the same bracelet which she broke off before walking away from him an year before but this time she noticed few changes, the infinity sign was there in the middle with their initials written at the top corner and a small star attached with the infinity, she can see another R inscribed there which made her laugh within tears. He tied the bracelet around her wrist and planted a wet kiss on her knuckles, "I was wrong at many places but I was horrible when I accused you for something which was never done by you." He looked into her eyes and found them filled with tears.
"That day when you walked away after breaking that bracelet, I felt something inside me broke too and yesterday when I realised that karwachouth is coming I wanted us to renew our promises because I know this time our bond is stronger."
An infinity describing their love and star added in it is their Roohi who made their bond stronger. The last bracelet was just a chain embedded with precious diamonds but this time it's more than materlistic jwellery, this time it's significance of their love and bond they share with each other and their daughter.
"This is the best gift I could ever get." Ishita hugged him feeling overwhelmed with his love. This festival is going to be memorable for them especially the bracelet, she wore that bracelet for the six years, as the sign of their commitment towards their marriage but one single step of them broke them apart, the day she walked out from his house, she broke the bracelet as well with the vow not to wear it again. But time has it own tale, they came together again not for anyone's sake but for the love and peace they find within each other.
"But what about that bill?"
"What bill?"
"The bill worth of 2 million?" He eyes towards bracelet and she gasped few seconds later. "It's too expensive Raman."
"Nothing infront of you, you liked it right?" She smiled within tears and hugged him. "Then pay the amount in the installments, I will give your number to jweller."
"Buddhu." Ishita murmured before hugging him, they looked towards the moon shining in the sky and sat at the small seating space they created in their room balcony. It was lighted with the golden fairy lights, the cushions were decorated their as they rested their backs on the same enjoying each other presence.
"Ishita, from where you purchased this saree? Which designer label?"
"Chandani Chowk design label." Ishita teased Raman enjoying his gasped expressions.
"You actually went to Chandani Chowk. God! What if someone recognised you there?"
"Haa! Kuch bhi Raman. I don't think if papprazzi even remember me, I just appeared infront of them once." Ishita shrugged her shoulder adjusting her saree pallu.
"Madam, if you don't know people's love discussing about you. You're few of wives of CEO's who is leading her independent life and has a magnetic personality." He peaked her forehead whereas Ishita was flabbergasted with the new revelation. She is not much into page3 gossip sections maybe that's why she never paid attention on such amazing details about herself.
"But I love being myself, do you want me to behave like a sophisticated wives of high class society?" Ishita looked at Raman lying in his arms.
"No, I love the way you're darling and yes I am proud of you." He peaked her forehead fondly holding her back. "You're my pride, the way you manage us along your work life is commendable. I love you the way you're, and yes you're a sophisticated woman and you because like a one whenever it's required."
"Still don't you feel like me to behave like trophy wives of some businessmen?"
"You're not trophy wife to be like one. You're my pride, my love. Samjhi." He rubbed their noses making her giggle like a child. The winds started to cooler down, Ishita snuggled herself more against her husband chest seeking his warmth. She felt his fingers playing with her blouse dori, her own fingers fumbled with his kurta buttons. "Ishita....." He moaned her fingers were scratching his chiseled chest, racking her fingers.
"Hmm.." she hummed inhaling his scent, her face was buried in his chest, lips few inches away from his chest.
"What qualities you wished in your husband? You was never interested in marriages na?" He started removing her earrings, he started rubbing her earlobes which turned red. He blew air on her ears making her shudder, "A partner who can support me emotionally, i never wished to seek financial support from my partner, it was all about emotional support and emotional intimacy for me "
"And I failed to give you that, nahi?" His face fell looking into her eyes.
"What bygones is bygones love. You know even in the early days of marriage, when you used to text me to ask about my wellbeing, those stupid scoldings for missing my food, the way you used to pamper me with gifts were something which made me giddy. Raman no one has pampered me the way you does, even we were on the cordial terms back then. Yes you was rude and narcissit some of the days, but even I wasn't sane." She smiled while looking into his eyes, his disappointed eyes hurted her.
"And yes you're the exact husband how I wished, what if it happened after eight years." She kissed his throat and relieved when she earned chuckle from him. His fingers snapped the safety pin and soon the pallu parted away from her chest. She shuddered as he started placing kisses on above her bosoms still covered with blouse. Ishita arched her back with pleasure feeling feverish kisses on the swell of her bosoms, his touches are hypnotising and toe curling for her. Even after eight years of marriage and sharing countless intimate moments together, he never fails to make her feel weak on her knees. Her blouse snapped open and she shuddered as the cool winds hit her, the trail of goosebumps aroused on her body as the cool winds caressed her skin and his lips devoured her.
"How do you manage to be so beautiful."
His endearment and sweet nothing about her body were acted like a honey toppled upon. She arched her back when he nibbled her bosoms and sucked her skin all around. His other finger started to play with her navel, the woman lying in his arms disheveled and vulnerable is all what he wished. He would never be tired devouring to devour and loving her. His kurta soon joined her blouse, her nails scrapped his stiff back as he tugged her pebbled nipples.
"Here or bedroom?"
She found sweat beads covering his forehead, he was breathing high looking at her.
"Here."
She whispered, her fingers racked his hairs and she tugged those when he started to pepper feverish kisses on her abdomen, the saree soon slipped out from her body leaving her red lacy inners. What a tantalizing beauty. He whispered aloud, a thin layer of sweat was seen on her flawless skin, he covered her body with his own and took her lips in a soul searing kiss, his fingers teased her folds and then tugged her clit before he invade her narrow channel. His fingers started to create havoc in her body, he could feel her trembling beneath him but he never stopped, his another finger joined making her whimper. The sweet pain of pleasure made her call his name aloud, she shuddered and trembled but never stopped when his fingers replaced by his tongue. The sky witnessed his passion for her, the moon witnessed her love for him when he merged them together. Their skins slapped and bodies rocked, the earth shattering feeling of being loved by your soulmate left them in a bliss and they remained tangled together to allow moon to bless their love.
****
A DAY LATER,
FAMILY COURT,
PATIALA HOUSE,
NEW DELHI.
Ishita came out from the car and opened the back door for her daughter who was curiously looking at her parents. She clutched her soft hands in her and looked at Raman who walked towards her after parking the car. The couple held their daughter hands and took the elevator for the designated floor. Raman Ishita looked each other and then at Roohi who was holding her Mintu in one hand and her other hand was in Ishita hand, eight months back when they came here the story was all different, they wanted to part their ways with each other on any cost and today they're standing together, for each other.
"You stay here, I will be back after submitting these papers." Raman wore his reading glasses and went towards judge office whereas Ishita sat on waiting bench holding Roohi hand. "Mumma why we are here?" Roohi was scared looking at the police officers standing outside the judge cabin.
"Mumma Papa have to meet someone but we didn't wanted to leave you alone." Ishita replied clipping Roohi hairs lovingly.
"I don't want to stay here, those uncle's and guns are scary Mumma." Roohi whispered innocently eyeing at black commandos. "But Mumma Papa are with you, nahi jaan?" Ishita made Roohi sit on her lap she is already scared with the guards and security, how will she convince her to go and meet the judge alone? Meanwhile Raman came back holding the files, he adjusted his trousers and sat next to Ishita, "They will call us in few minutes. Judge madam wants to meet Roohi alone first.
"But she is scared Raman." Raman took roohi on his lap, the little girl peeped through her lashes and found her father grinning face. She wrapped her arms around his chest making his heart swell with happiness.
"Jaan do you remember, a few months back you met an aunty who asked with whom you want to stay?" Roohi nodded her head with a big yes she remembered she came at the same place along Mihika Chitti and Mihir chachu, the aunty wanted to meet her alone but why she wants to meet her now?
"Okay, so that aunty wants to know if you're happy with Mumma Papa or not. So you have to meet her and answer whatever she asks you. Okay baby." Raman continued to stroke her hairs hoping if their little baby is not scared anymore.
"But who is that aunty?"
"That aunty is like a dadi, who makes people's like Mumma Papa understand when they don't listen and keep fighting." Ishita continued further, the memories of divorce trial and proceedings were hard for her, it's like her childhood started to flash in front of her eyes, she was innocent and naive as Roohi and used to scared whenever she saw her parents aruging and unlike Roohi no one was there to make her understand things which made her compel to live with her own assumptions.
"Oh so I just have to tell her that Mumma and Papa became good babies now?"
"Yes." The couple replied in unison and at the same time a young female walked towards them and asked to send Roohi along. Roohi jumped and waved her parents as she walked inside leaving her parents worried and nervous. Mrs. Neelima Tyagi smiled at the little girl who was beaming and passed her toothy smile as she entered inside the cabin, Roohi jumped on the chair and made herself comfortable curiously staring at judge Neelima.
"How are you doing Roohi? Do you know why we called you here today?"
"Yes, I know Mumma Papa told me that you want to know if they became good babies or not."
"Yes, so are you happy with your parents? Does they scold you?"
"No aunty, they only scold me if I do something wrong just like Dadi scold Papa whenever he forgets something. Mumma Papa loves me alot aunty, Mumma cooks my favourite food, she baths me and plays with me we also watch my favourite cartoon and dance on it. You know Papa narrates me bedtime tale and he also makes me learn maths. I love them alot aunty."
"I know darling. I can see that." Neelima Tyagi remember the meeting when she met little girl who was nervous and scared but today it's all different. Parents love and affection plays a big role in a child development and Roohi is a example of the same. She asked her assistant to call the couple, "take a seat Mr. and Mrs. Bhalla." Neelima Tyagi looked at the woman who was appearing different from last time, the vermilion on her forehead and nuptial chain around her neck. Her fingers were entangled with her husband when they took seats.
"So how are you doing Mr and Mrs Bhalla? We were supposed to meet two months back but it didn't happened due to your child bad health." The couple nodded their heads looking at Roohi who was busy in playing with her soft toy.
"I have spoken with your daughter and she looked happy. I am really happy with the progress you made as a couple as well as parents but I want to know what you two think about this marriage now."
"I have learnt a lot in these six months, we learnt the value of partners. These six months with Roohi as well as with each other made us realise what we were lacking, I won't say much but I can't live without my wife and daughter." Raman spoken up politely, their fingers were still tangled.
"Before this arrangement happened, I believed I want no one in my life but I was wrong mam. We all need someone who can stand beside us in our lows and highs, whenever I am stressed or worried one sight of Roohi and Raman is enough to make me feel relieved. They're with me in my lows and highs, I have been alone and isolated all my life but I don't want it anymore. I want to respect the virtue of the family almight given me.
We are happy."
"I can see that, your other reports from councillor and neighbours are also satisfactory and hence courts has decided to dissolve your divorce case."
Their papers stamped and case closed, the two smiled within tears happy and contented.