They reached the Delhi airport, Sanskar was holding her hand, while Swara was busy looking at the surrounding.
A man was standing with a board of his name, they walked to him to find, the man holding his board and another man beside him, looked at him.
“Hello SM, I'm Akash Singh Raizada and his ASR’s P.A Aman Verma”, introduced Akash, Sanskar just nodded, while Swara smiled, “waah aapka naam bhi Aman hai, hamare yahan bhi Aman bhai hai” said excitedly.
Akash and Aman looked at Swara with a confused look, “she's Swara Sanskar Maheshwari, my wife”, said Sanskar clearing their confusion.
“SM, let's go”, said Aman, he nodded.
Sanskar opened the car for Swara.
Akash and Aman got seated, Aman was driving while Akash on the passenger seat.
Swara then started looking outside, while Sanskar was going through his phone.(Here, after the truth of Shyam, not only ASR’s personal life was disturbed but also professional life. He was facing losses in business as people thought he's associated with Shyam in his frauds. So he thought tying up with SM for a project could be a great deal and he will be bounce again better.)
Soon they reached a penthouse, it was not that huge like MM but still big enough.
They got inside, Sanskar was holding her hand but he got a call, Akash and Aman went ahead, Sanskar too moved inside.
ASR stood their waiting for him at the doorstep with a girl, “hello SM, good to have you”, Sanskar nodded again, he looked around, “kiddo”, ASR was confused, “what's wrong SM”.
Sanskar ran out, while ASR and the girl too moved out.
Sanskar looked around the place, “Swara”, his eyes fell on her standing near the garden, he walked to her, hugged her making her stunned.
He broke the hug, cupped her face, “Kahan chali gayi thi, I told you not to leave my hand”, he was scared just a second she was away and his breathe got stuck.
“Sorry” said with a pout, he sighed took a breath of relief, “kya kar rahi thi yahan kiddo”, “kittu ji look yahan kitne saare flowers hai, they are so pretty” said excitedly showing him the flowers, while he was least interested in flowers, he caressed her hairs.ASR and the girl were watching them bewildered, Arnav cleared his throat gaining their attention, Swara and Sanskar turned to them.
“SM let's go inside” said ASR, they nodded. Sanskar didn't leave her hand this time.
As they reached the doorstep, “wait wait” came a voice, they looked ahead to find, Vicky and their Aman, Aman Verma (AV).
“Yeh sab kya hai”, Sanskar asked looking at the thaal, kalash.
“Kuch nahi bhai, yeh aap dono ke welcome ke liye hai, maa ke strict orders hai” cleared Vicky.
Vicky passed the thaal to Khushi to take their aarti, she did their aarti, applied tikka to Swara but was hesitant to apply Sanskar. As her husband is a atheist, Swara felt maybe she's uncomfortable so she took the tikka, he bend a lil, she applied.
Khushi was amused, continue doing aarti,
Aman kept the kalash, Swara kicked the kalash, Vicky and Aman clapped making her giggle.
Then Vicky kept a kumkum thaal, a white cloth was spread on the floor, Swara dipped her feet then walked on the white cloth leaving her footprint.
AV was holding a thaal of haldi, Swara dipped her hands and kept on the wall leaving her handprint.Aman and Vicky popped the burst, flower petals fell on Swara and Sanskar, Swara giggled.
“Welcome to new home” said Aman and Vicky, “thank you, thank you” said Swara smiling widely.“Bhabhi yeh ASR hai Arnav Singh Raizada and unki wife Khushi, ASR yeh hai ….”, “Swara Sanskar Maheshwari, my wife” said Sanskar cutting him, he had his arm wrapped her waist, she smiled at him, then turned, “hello” said with a smile.
ASR said a polite “hello”, “namaste” said Khushi, “namaste” replied Swara.
They got seated, “Swara ghar kaisa laga” asked Vicky, “bahut accha hai” said with a smile, “well, we have another surprise” said Vicky, “or ek surprise, kya”, “wait”. Aman came with Oreo, Swara jumped, she took her, “hii baby, thank you Vicky bro, Aman bhai” said grinning. “You're welcome waise laaye hum hi hai par idea tumhare pati ka tha”, Swara looked at Sanskar who was looking at her. She came back to sit beside him, “thank you” said with a wide smile, he hmmed caressing her cheek.
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Ruhaniyat ❤️
General FictionHaving the quality of soulfulness. What you must seek is not salvation but ruhaniyat. We are made of sand and to sand we must return. But what remains is the soul.