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“SHUBMAN, MAY YOU PLEASE COME HERE?” Shubman stopped his way to Aaradhya's room, instead walked towards Rathi, her manager and also her aunt.
He gulped — wondering what might be the reason Rathi is calling him. Seriously, with almost ten months of knowing Aaradhya — he had only talked to her aunt for a few times.
Especially, the first time of him talking to Rathi being about the contract — so was the last.
Shubman awkwardly made his way to the kitchen, wondering what might the talk be about. Perhaps she wanted some help, he thought silently.
“Um,” he muttered, looking up at Rathi. “Do you need my help, Mam?”
“What is it with all the mam, madam, Shubman?” Rathi softly smiled to him. “Just call me Rathi ma, that's what every Aaradhya and Aaditya's friends call me,”
Shubman chuckled nervously. “Well.. fine then, Rathi ma,” the words rolled off his tongue pretty awkwardly — but he would get used to it, maybe.
Rathi folded her arms — her usual mother demeanor showing up. She inhaled, before saying — “I see how you are with my Aaru,”
Shubman's heart sunk for a second. What if she doesn't want us to be together?
Rathi noticed his shift in emotions. “Oh no, I actually meant how happy I am to see you and her together, Shubman. Before you came into her life— it was hard to see her even smile, Shubman.”
Shubman smiled shyly, feeling a sense of warmth around his chest. “Thank you, Rathi ma,” he said. “I lo— adore her, truly.”
Rathi smirked at his answer, knowing what he was about to say. “I can see that, Shubman,” she told. “You are a good kid, I know you would make her happy.”
“But,” Rathi started, her voice laced with affection, yet firm. “I wanted to ask something,”
“What is it?” Shubman asked, curiousity piquing him.
“Has Aaradhya ever mentioned to you about her parents?” Rathi asked, her voice getting a little shaky.
“No,” Shubman answered. “But I do remember her mentioning that she considers you as a mother she never had,”
Rathi smiled softly at his words, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “She's a sweet heart,” she murmured under her breathe.
Rathi started at Shubman intently — she can clearly see how Shubman cared about her niece.
“Has she ever mentioned to you of her parents death?” Rathi asked again.
Shubman shook his head, his expression filled with confusion.
