MR. RAISINGHANIA AND MS. SHAH

6.

I sighed as I folded my yoga mat. It had been two weeks since I was living with Vansh and Aahan. My room was next to Aahan's and Vansh's room was just across the corridor from our rooms. Aahan was very happy when he came to know that I was going to marry his father though the real reason behind this marriage was kept hidden from him. He was excited at the prospect of me becoming his new mommy. I had tears in my eyes when the first time he had called me 'mommy'. He had not stopped since then and I was also getting used to it.

The apartment was spacious. It was a penthouse with five rooms apart from the living room and the kitchen. There were three rooms for the residents and the two other rooms were converted into an office and a gym. There was a big balcony adjacent to the living room that gave a beautiful view of the city. The kitchen was designed to incorporate all the advanced cooking technologies though neither of the residents ever stepped a foot inside the kitchen. The house was cozy and warm overall. I loved it here.

Mr. Raisinghania had come to pay me a visit the very next day after I came to live here. He was glad that I had finally accepted their proposal. I also apologized for my rude behavior at the hospital. It was wrong of me to talk to them like that as they were just trying to help me. He brushed aside my apology and we had a great time conversing after that. He was a very jovial and kind hearted man. He was also the best nonno of the world.

I was shocked to know that the American branch of Eccellenza Company was handled by Vansh. This did explain his insights on the inner functioning of the business world. Our project together was on the brink of completion as now we got more time to spend together. Some late evenings, after the dinner, we would retire to his office and discuss the remaining project work. Vansh wanted to complete this project work before our wedding which was on next weekend.

He had also told me to resign from my jobs, both at the school and at the bookshop, as it was not safe. We had had a long argument regarding this but in the end I just caved in. He was right about the safety matter and I had a firsthand experience of the outcome of defying him. I still continued my NGO service though. He had tried to convince me otherwise but I did not deter in that matter. It was something that gave me satisfaction and contentment. He had sighed and let the matter go but he did appoint guards to secretly keep a watch on me. It annoyed me at first, about the feeling of being watched, but then I got used to it.

I also told my mother about this whole arrangement. She was scared at first but after personally talking to Vansh for nearly an hour, she relaxed and now she was perfectly normal. It was like she had accepted Vansh as her son-in-law and she trusted him. I was glad that at least now my mother knew about my situation and I did not have to hide anything from her.

After keeping the neatly folded Yoga mat in its place, I made my way into the kitchen. There I saw Martha, the cook and the maid, and greeted her a good morning. She smiled and got back at making the breakfast. I took out a pan and started to boil the milk to make my special tea. The recipe was unique and I had learnt it from my mother. I properly stirred it after adding all the ingredients and once it was ready, I took it in a cup and went to the small dining table adjacent to the kitchen.

As I was sipping the tea, Vansh walked into the room in his gym clothes that were fully drenched in sweat. He nodded at me and Martha and sat down on the chair opposite to me. Martha kept a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He silently sipped his coffee. As I was drinking my tea, I got a call from my mom. She never called me, it was I who called her and we always had a video call. Even before I could greet her, she broke the big news for which she had called me.