It was another bright day. Aarvi and Rehan went to their respective work. Aarvi had started to work as a jewelry designer in Rathore Jewellers. In the evening, they both returned and saw the family discussing something.
"What are you all discussing?" questioned Rehan.
"We haven't met Aarvi's family yet, and we don't know about them either, Rehan."
"Actually, Mom, Aarvi is the daughter of one of the best jewellers in Mumbai. She is the daughter of the Rathores."
Rehan's family was shocked upon hearing that Aarvi is the daughter of the Rathores; they never expected that.
"Aarvi, you are the sister of Shrishti?"
"Ji, Mummy ji."
They all talked for a while and discussed things.
"So, we need to meet Aarvi's family as well."
"Ji, Mom, we will go tomorrow."
But the bell rang, Aarvi went to open the door, and a bright smile came on her lips.
"Who is it, Aarvi?" Rehan questioned.
"My family, Rehan."
Aarvi welcomed her family inside. They all greeted each other and happily talked with each other.
It's really nice to meet you all.
"Ji, Shweta Ji, same here," Ishita replied.
"Shweta, bring some snacks, sweets, and tea or coffee for everyone."
"Ji, babe."
"Wait, Mummy Ji, I am also coming to help you."
Everyone was having their chit-chat and enjoying. Rehan and Aarvi were just adoring their beautiful family and how they all were bonding.
"By the way, Prakash, Shweta, and Harleen Ji, your Rehan is very well-mannered, and it's really nice talking to him. He knows how to handle tough situations smoothly," Anshuman said, praising Rehan, and Rehan was smiling hearing this.
"And you have also given your daughter a very good upbringing. She knows how to respect elders and the way she is polite with everyone and enjoys with her is amazing. She knows how to handle things smoothly. We are blessed to have a daughter-in-law like her," Shweta said, praising Aarvi.
They all played games and enjoyed a lot. Anshuman and Raman were feeling awkward as their family never had this kind of enjoyment. They never sat together and never spent time with each other. Everyone in the Rathore house was busy with themselves and never cared about what the person next to them was doing. It was like all new things to be experienced for them. Ishita was just adoring Raman and Anshuman as these two "angry birds" were enjoying and having a playful time, forgetting what was going on around them. They were fully engrossed in the game and were fighting like children.
It was a new experience for Aarvi as well, as she had never seen her father and Bade Papa this happy and playing games, which were impossible with them. They were fighting like children, which brought her past back to her, remembering how Shrishti, Rahul, and she used to fight and enjoy with each other.
Raman and Anshuman were clueless about what was going on. They were busy in their game only and were enjoying.
These two rude people can enjoy this much. Also, I didn't know Rehan whispers.
"What did you say, Rehan?"
"Nothing, Aarvi. I didn't say anything."
"I heard something, Rehan. You said my papa and Bade Papa are rude."
"So what wrong did I say?"
"Rehan, mind your tongue."
"Ok, sweetheart. I am sorry, and I will never ever say this again."
"That's what I expect from you."
The day went like this, with everyone enjoying to their fullest and having a lot of fun. They all had dinner, and the Rathores went home.
"Aarvi's in-laws are so interesting. It was fun meeting them."
"Yes, Papa. And we enjoyed a lot today. She is lucky to have such a family."
"I wish I could also say the same thing," Ishita whispers.
"Did you say something, Ishita?"
"No, Raman. I was saying that our family is also amazing, so let's not compare."
"That's right."
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