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CHAPTER 41

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2 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

Tara was hunched over her books, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to memorize another set of English vocabulary words.

The house was quiet except for the occasional rustle of papers and the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows.

Prithvi walked into the room, quietly observing his wife. Her determination was admirable, but he could see the strain in her eyes.

TWO YEARS had passed since they began this intense journey, both in their studies and their marriage.

Tara had seen the stern, disciplined side of Prithvi as her teacher, but she'd also felt his unwavering support as her husband.

But now she needed a break. With a mischievous grin, he approached her, gently closing the book she was reading.

Tara looked up, startled.

"What are you doing? I need to study!"

Prithvi shook his head, his eyes twinkling.

"You need a break. Come with me."

" But exam -" Before Tara could finish Prithvi interfere in between.

" You still have 2 weeks in hand " said Prithvi.

Before she could protest, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the chair. Tara followed him, half-confused and half-amused. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Prithvi said, leading her outside. The rain had stopped, leaving the air fresh and cool. He guided her to the courtyard, where his motorcycle was waiting.

Manik was already sitting on the motorcycle, his small face lighting up with excitement when he saw his mother.

Tara's eyes widened in surprise. "What is this?"

Prithvi grinned. "Our chariot for the evening. Hop on."

With a laugh, Tara climbed onto the bike behind Prithvi, clutching his shoulders. Prithvi had carefully secured Manik in front of him, ensuring the boy was safely strapped in.

"All set, Manik?" Prithvi asked, adjusting the straps one last time.

Manik nodded enthusiastically, his face beaming with joy. "Yes, Baba!"

Prithvi started the engine, and they rode through the village, the cool breeze whipping past them. Tara's laughter filled the air as Prithvi accelerated, the world around them blurring into a mix of colors and sounds. Manik giggled.

They reached a small hill just outside the village, where Prithvi had set up a makeshift picnic. A blanket was spread out with some snacks and a kettle of hot chai.

Tara's heart swelled with affection. "You did all this for us?"

Prithvi smiled, his eyes softening. "You needed a break. Studying is important, but so is taking care of yourself."

They sat down on the blanket, enjoying the view of the setting sun. Tara sipped her chai, feeling the warmth spread through her. Manik sat comfortably in his mother's lap, nibbling on a piece of fruit that Tara held in front of his mouth.

"This is perfect," she said, leaning against Prithvi. "Thank you."

He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "Anything for you, Tara."

They spent the next hour talking, laughing, and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. Prithvi's playful teasing and Tara's infectious laughter echoed through the hills, creating a memory that would stay with them forever. Manik's cheerful laughed added to the joyous atmosphere.