Ankita's POV :-
Day after tomorrow is my baby's birthday and my family decided to celebrate his birthday in bigger way. I have refused the idea saying its not at all needed to invite many people but I got heavily scolded by my maa papa and Aryan saying that its his first birthday and needed to be celebrated.
Right now I'm getting ready as today Aryan decided to take me and Ansh to the shopping mall to buy his dresses, some toys and necessary items that is require on his birthday.
Aryan's POV :-
Right now we are in kids section choose dress for my handsome boy. I held him straight as Ankita is checking his size while putting it behind his back.
'Umm Aryan I think this size is quite big for him' Ankita tells me in confused voice..
'Its ok take the one size smaller of it' she nods and quickly goes towards the area to bring the smaller one..
'Hmm this is one is perfect for him' I grins placing him infront of the mirror to make him see his new dress..
'Do you like it my boy??' I ask him
To which he giggles as he move his bum to and fro motion clapping his hand...
Me and Ankita laughs seeing his mini dancing session..
'Ok my boy ..I get it you love it too much' I pat his bum..
Like this we bought total 10 dresses of him while getting to constant scolding from her saying ..
'The cost is too much here..it's better to do street shopping than coming in this mall'.
I shake my head muttering,
'ha log toh tumhe free mein de denge sab kuch''Did you say something?' she glares at me.
'kaun mein?? Nahi toh..' I Chuckle nervously..
Later we went to kids toy section. Ansh is staring everything with his big doe eyes..
I shake his palm,
'What do you want jaan tell your chachu ..i will buy you that one' I pushes the hair which were blocking his eyes.
He suddenly clap his hands seeing something...
'What do you want jaan?' I ask again
'Tlai..n tlain...' he cutely shouts pointing it..
I look there to see one beautiful green colour toy train. I chuckles
'You want this one?' I picked up the packet and he immediately try to grab it with small hand..
Look like he really loved it..
Then I bought some more of favourite toys and Ankita goes in the billing section.
Till that time me and Ansh were roaming in the mall. Suddenly my eyes landed on one gorgeous maroon saree in one shop. I couldn't help but imagine how would it look on Ankita?? And how much she loves to wear this type of deep sarees but after the death of my brother ,she stopped wearing this deep coloured sarees just because what do call people will think?? Like really??
Without second thought I rush to that shop and quickly packed it.
'Your mumma will wear this right If I gift her this maroon saree .. what do you think jaan?'
He looked at me with his shinning eyes giggling as if he find the question funny ..in return I kisses his head..
'Lets go now before your mumma get lost in this mall' we both chuckle..
In the evening...
Ankita POV..
I was preparing Ansh evening snack when Aryan call me in my room urgently..
'Just give me five minutes,I'm coming Aryan' I shouts while washing my hand in the basin.
When I ask him what he wants ,he told he wants to show something. I think he has brought one another new cloth for Ansh..
When I told him that he has already bought enough new cloth for him but everytime he would say the same dialogue
'What is your problem?? I'm buying for my Jaan not for you then??'
I shake my head chuckling...
I wipe my both hands on my saree pallu before heading towards my room.
When I reach there ,I saw him scrolling his phone sitting on the sofa..
'What do you want to show me??'
The voice startled him as he immediately takes out rectangular shape box and pushing it towards me..
I chuckle taking it from his hands, ' One more Aryan?? You already bought enough for ansh ..how much more you will buy??'
He shakes his head, ' It's not for him Ankita'
My smile fade slightly, ' Then what it is this??' I open the box to see a beautiful red velvet saree inside it..
'From whom Aryan ?? Its so gorgeous . Is it for maa?? I don't think she will wear this deep saree at this age'
He keep quiet for sometime before saying,
'It's for you Ankita. I bought this saree for you'
My hand froze which were once feeling the patterns of the saree.
'What??' I whisper shockingly looking up ..
He nods his head staring deep into my eyes..
'Are you serious Aryan?? Don't you know I can't wear this type of sarees?? I can't wear this' I ask him gently throwing the saree on the bed.
'But why Ankita ?? What's the problem wearing this saree?? He ask stubbornly.
Without answering I goes towards the table pouring luke warm water in the ansh feeder bottle.
He follows me , 'you love wearing sarees right?? Then??'
I closed my eyes hearing his stupid questions .
'You know I'm widow Aryan..if you have brought a light one,then I would have gladly accept it..' I said in calm tone.
' There is no where written that widow can't wear a maroon saree Ankita..its just human made rules' he says..
'I don't know anything Aryan...you just take it and return it to the shopkeeper and its final' before I could leave from the room he held my wrist.
I look back to see him shaking his head,
'I'm not going to return it Ankita and tomorrow you have to wear this saree on ansh birthday party. I know how much you love this type of sarees and just because of so called society,you can't sacrifice everything' I just shook my head as tears gathers on my eyes.
'Its wrong Ankita.. its completely your choice what you will wear or not. It's just superstitious. Mom and dad are also open-minded in all this then what's the problem?? I'm telling you tomorrow you will wear this saree atleast where this for bhaiya please??'
I freeze, tears welling up in my eyes. He releases my wrist, and I stare at the saree on the bed, conflicted, as his words echo in my mind.
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