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Chapter 9

Samara headed to the kitchen to make some coffee as Armaan was talking on the phone. She had familiarized herself with his home quite well. It was well organized to begin with, so it wasn't much difficult either. They hadn't discussed it yet but Samara had a feeling she'd be moving in here after marriage. Not that she had any problems. The place had already begun to feel like home.

The two lovebirds had decided to spend the rest of the evening together. Samara didn't want to go home as her parents and sister weren't home either, and she'd rather spend time with Armaan at his place than be home alone. Their little shopping trip was a success. It didn't take much effort. They had gone to one of the most well known designers in New York, and like they hoped, they found the perfect rings in the first go. The middle aged woman at the counter had been a great help too. Both Samara and Armaan were picky but fortunately they didn't have much trouble finding the ring that was just right. Samara went with a simple solitaire with a 2.5 carat princess cut diamond, while Armaan opted for a simple but elegant platinum band. They were happy with the choices.

"Everything okay? You seem to be getting a lot more busier at work nowadays." She sat down beside him on the sofa. They were in the garden on his terrace.

"Yeah all's fine. Just an important project I've been working on. If this works out, it's going to be a game changer."

"It will In Sha Allah. You have the potential to make anything work."

She was always his biggest supporter and it made him happy like nothing else did.

"When are your parents going back?"

"Right after our engagement. Alishba's going to start her internship at Tata consultancies when they get back. She acquired the first rank out of 214 candidates. I'm so proud of that girl."

"Talent runs in the family I guess."

"So does stubbornness. I told her to keep back-up options but she was hell-bent upon getting a job at the best IT company in India."

"And she did. If her stubbornness takes her somewhere good in life, I don't see a problem really."

"Right." Samara paused for a second to deliberate on what she was about to say next. "Armaan? Our engagement is a big day for the both of us. My parents are absolutely ecstatic about it. Do you think you might consider....um...inviting your parents?"

He knew this was a conversation he couldn't avoid for long. And he had thought this through already.

"See I'm not really interested in interacting with any of them, but I know how much this means to you and your parents. So I guess I will have to bear it for one evening. I'll call them, don't worry." Samara's lips spread into a wide smile. She put her hand on his trying to provide some comfort to his disturbed mind. She was about to say something when her phone beeped. She unlocked the screen and smiled at what she saw on it.

"What happened?"

Samara turned her phone and showed Armaan the picture. It was a cute little newborn baby.

"Last month I had operated on him. He had a massive tumor attached to his heart."

"Last month? But he looks like a new-born baby."

"He is. I operated on him before he was born. Fetal surgery." Armaan widened his eyes.

"Initially Dr. Theodore was supposed to do it, but she had to go to London for a conference so she asked me and Michael to do it together. And we did quite well; we sailed smoothly through it. He was born yesterday, a healthy eight pound three ounces baby. His parents named him Sam. Samuel, after me." She had a wide grin on her face, clearly proud of her achievement and equally delighted with the news.

"Wow. That's a privilege not many have. It must be a one-of-a-kind experience, operating on an unborn baby."

"Absolutely is. Just look at how cute he looks!"

Armaan looked at the picture again, and looked at her. "Maybe someday we'll have our own adorable babies to drool over."

Samara chuckled, surprised at his sudden thought. He always had sudden thoughts and he never seemed to filter them before saying it out loud. She liked that about him.

"Yeah we will. I love kids. Always wanted to have two or three of my own."

"Two or three?" Armaan rubbed his chin. "Do you realize what beautiful kids we will make? I was thinking more like five or six." Samara broke out into giggles.

"Five or six? Well you better raise them on your own then. I can barely handle you alone; the thought of six of you is already making me crazy."

"Ahh that's not how it works. Babies are a teamwork. And you and I are a team. My favorite team." Armaan ran his fingers over her cheeks, tucking a few strands of lose hair behind her ears. Samara lowered her gaze, and then looked up again towards him. The kind of emotions that ran through her when their eyes met, is something inexplicable by words. She moved closer to him and snuggled. The cool breeze surrounding them made it all the more romantic. But soon enough, their little bubble was broken by a noise. Samara rolled her eyes as she picked up the call. There just had to be a call.

"Sorry Armaan. There's an emergency at the hospital." Armaan looked at her, slightly disheartened.

"But I promise I'll make up for it." She gave him a peck on the cheek and got up. Just as she was about to walk out, he held her hand and she turned back to see a smirk on his face.

"You promise? I'll be waiting for it then."

"Don't get any ideas okay?" He let go of her hand and smiled as she walked away.

Samara also couldn't help but smile as her cheeks went warm at his suggestive reply. She was so desperately in love with him.