𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || @𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙨||

.Chapter-18. Permission?

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Ek ajib sa manzar nazar aata hai. 
Har ek pal samandar 
Nazar aata hai, 
Kahan banau mai ghar 
sheeshe se, 
har kisi ke haath mein 
patthar nazar aata hai...!

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Author's pov:

As Anshika sat at her laptop, her fingers dancing across the keys as she delved into her work, a gentle knock on the door pulled her attention away. Anshika looked up from her laptop . With a warm smile, she called out, "Ji mummy papa, aaiye aap udhar kyu khade hai aaiye baithiye?"(yes mom dad, come why are you standing there please take a sit) inviting them into her room. As Ashwin's parents stepped inside, their faces lit up with genuine warmth, and Anshika couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in their presence.

Ashwin's Mother, Ashwin's mother, approached Anshika with a soft smile, while Ashwin's father stood beside her, his expression equally welcoming.

Ashwin's Mother: "Anshika beta, we thought we'd come and have a little chat with you."

Anshika nodded, her curiosity piqued as she gestured for them to take a seat. She couldn't help but wonder what they wanted to discuss about Ashwin.

Anshika: "Of course, please have a seat."

As they settled into chairs, Ashwin's Mother began to speak, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Anshika: "Please come in. What brings you both here?"

Ashwin's Mother: "We just wanted to check on you, dear. How are you settling in?"

Anshika: "Oh, I'm doing fine, thank you. Just catching up on some work."

Ashwin's Mother: "Anshika beta, we know that Ashwin might come across as cold at times, but deep down, he's a wonderful person. He just needs a little time to open up."

Anshika listened attentively, her heart swelling with a mixture of hope and apprehension. She longed to understand Ashwin better, to unravel the layers of his complex personality.

Ashwin's Father chimed in, his eyes twinkling with fond memories.

Ashwin's Father: "That's good to hear. We know Ashwin can be a bit reserved at times, but please don't take it to heart. He's just adjusting to the situation."

Anshika nodded, understandingly. She knew that building a relationship with Ashwin wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to give it her all.

Ashwin's Father: "You know, Anshika beta, Ashwin wasn't always so serious. When he was a child, he was quite mischievous, always getting into one scrape or another."

Anshika couldn't help but smile at the image of a young Ashwin, his playful antics contrasting with the stoic man she had come to know.

Anshika: "Really? I would love to hear more about Ashwin's childhood."

Ashwin's Mother nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she recounted tales of Ashwin's escapades, from his adventures with the family pet to his antics during family gatherings.

As they shared stories, Anshika felt a sense of connection forming between her and Ashwin's parents. They were no longer just strangers; they were family, bound together by their love for Ashwin.

As they settled into conversation, Ashwin's parents began to share snippets of Ashwin's childhood, painting a picture of the man he had once been. They spoke of his mischievous antics, his tender moments of kindness, and the deep love he held for his family.