"Ishu, Maa had called. Asked if we were planning to visit for Diwali", Shubman shouted to his husband, who was having a leisurely bath.
"Nahi yeh baar Punjab jayenge", Ishan replied
"But why? You love Diwali at your place na. Your nephew loves it when you are home for Diwali. Chalte hai na Ishu", Shubman asked.
"Mere ghar me aake bade daamad banke baithe rehto ho ba. There is so much khaatirdari happening around you- Shub bete ko khilao, damaad ji ko pilaao, damaad ji ko koi takleef nahi hona chahiye- unka khud ka beta bhooka mar jaye toh bhi chalega, damaad ko koi dikkat nahi honi chahiye", Ishan replied.
Shubman just grinned at his husband. "Haan toh. Jharkhand mein hota hai na ye- damaad ko badi izzat dete hai, main thodi mana kar sakta hu", he replied.
"Tum kuch mat karna. Main mana kar doonga yeh baar Mummy ko. Let's go to Punjab this time for Diwali. Let me enjoy the hospitality from my in-laws too", Ishan said.
"Next year pakka, mere ghar mein. Yeh saal please Jharkhand chalo na Ishu. I miss your mom's food", begged Shubman.
"Haan haan theek hai. Bol do apne saasu maa ko. But next time, yahi nautanki kiya na, toh akela chala jaunga apne saas sasur ke pass", threatened Ishan. He knew the same was going to happen next year too, as he could never say no to Shubman and his mother on Diwali. His mom got to pamper Shub only on Diwali and he wasn't going to snatch away that bonding opportunity.
P. S. Happy Diwali to all my lovely readers.
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