"Haan Amma, I'm missing you all too. But what do I do, am stuck with this Laad Governor."
She giggled teasingly as they both exchanged looks.
Khushi - Amma, why are you always praising and talking in favour of this man? I am your daughter, you should always just agree when I complain about him.
Arnav - Excuse me? What do you have to complain about me?
Khushi - Shut up Laad Governor and have your breakfast quietly! Am talking to my Amma, don't disturb.
She stuck out her tongue like a child earning a glare from him.
Khushi - Amma, please. Don't you start with your lecture on how to talk to your husband in a respectful manner. Where's Babuji?
She twisted her nose in response to his smirk. He continued having roti with bhindi sabzi his wife made so lovingly for him.
Arnav -Listen to your Amma and be a good wife. Anyway, give me the phone. I want to talk to Babuji.
Khushi - Why? Any work? Tell me, I'll tell whatever you want to say.
Arnav - Shut up and give me the phone.
She passed it to him not so happily and kept staring him with crushed brows as he talked to Babuji.
Shashi - Khushi bitiya isn't troubling you much I hope.
Arnav - No Babuji, she's just being crazy as usual. Nothing new. Anyway, how are you? And how is the shop going?
Khushi - Ah! There you go. I knew it, typical businessman. Asking about shop.
Shashi - I am fine and the shop is going well Bitua. The website you got made does its job well and many people have started ordering online.
Arnav - That's great. But I had told you to never hesitate at calling Mohan for deliveries. But you didn't so. Why?
Shashi - You've already done so much for me Bitua. First arranged for my therapy at city's best physiotherapy and paid for my treatment, then opened this big shop for me here. I will never be able to payback your favors.
Arnav - On the one side you call me your son and on the other side call everything I do for you a favour. Had I been your son, would you have done So!? I don't just call you Babuji in vain, I consider you the same.
Khushi stared him overwhelmed with joy. She could never thank DM enough for having this man in her life. Not because he did so much for her parents but for he really considered them family and has always been proving it with actions like such.
Arnav -And am doing all this for my own selfishness. I don't want you to leave Delhi and go back to Lucknow. When we're back in Delhi, Khushi will continue packing and going to Laxmi Nagar after a fight. And I don't want that to become difficult for her. After all it's the only time I get some peace.
Both Arnav and Shashi while Khushi fumed showing him eyes.
Khushi - Hum aapko dekh lenge!
She kicked him under the table. He stopped laughing and grinned getting an idea.
Arnav - Ji Babuji. Ok... Btw Bubuji, I have a complaint about your daughter. She's been denying me in bed since past two weeks and-
Her eyes widened in utter shock as he shamelessly spoke it out loud. She snatched the phone from him gasping.
Khushi - No Babuji, he's gone nuts. Don't listen to him, he-
She frowned as there was no response on the other side and looked at the phone distancing it from her ear. The call was disconnected since a minute.
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Short Story:::COMPLETED::: What happens when our very own desi girl Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada would have to move to London, a city which is pole apart from those she's lived in till date? Imagine the problems that arise when you live with a Laad Govern...
