My Husband of 5 minutes - Latoo Singh Raizada (CHARM AWARDEE)

Epilogue

2 years after the Arshi Wedding -

Arnav POV

Sitting in the board room of my company I am trying to give my full attention to the upcoming fashion event of AR in Delhi. Although I am physically present but mentally my mind is somewhere else altogether.

Yup. Now thinking about the past is not about disappearing into darkness. Its no longer depressive for me. Now my past is brighter, happier and lighter. And all the credit goes to a special being. My life. My wife. Khushi Singh Raizada. My recent past has only given me good memories to cherish. Some of them are still fresh in my mind. Like the day when Khushi told me that she was carrying my child.

Flashbacks :

"Arnavji what will you say if I tell you that soon someone will come in our lives who will demand more of my love and attention?"
Khushi had asked in a teasing tone one fine day when we were basking in the glory of our love under the moonlight at our poolside.

Her words had taken away my peace and calm and the roaring overpossessive ASR had made an appearance. My hands had cupped her cheeks firmly and my eyes were going berserk trying to understand her words.
"What the...Do Not EVER MAKE SUCH JOKES KHUSHI!!!"
I had exclaimed hyperly.

However her hands interlocked with mine sensing my wild emotions and she had whispered the most beautiful words so innocently.
"Oho my possessive Arnavji I am not joking. Very soon we will have a Junior Intense Singh Raizada who will demand my full attention. And I know you will spoil him to the core."

Her words had made me wonder whether all of it was a dream...but then all I did was kiss her. Pouring all my love and happiness. My butterfly was carrying our little caterpillar now.
"Its gonna be a little princess. My Mini Khushi."

But Khushi had denied vigorously.
"No no ways. We will have a Junior ASR. My little prince."

Thats a special memory. And it exists on the top of my best moments with Khushi list. That journey of nine months was filled with lots of fun and adventures. Like the time when a 6 months pregnant Khushi woke me up at 3am since she craved for ice cream. And we fought in the car since we could not find a single vendor or shop that was open. Actually I was trying to calm her down and she was wailing to be accurate.

"Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....hey Devi Maiyya...ye NAHI HOSAKTA....CHOTTU ko abhi issi waqt ICE CREAM CHAHIYE...ye kaisi NA-INSAAFI HAI. Agar humne RAMUJI se shaadi karli hoti to AAJ YE DIN NA DEKHNA PADTA..."
(Noooooo...hey Devi Maiyya...this CANNOT HAPPEN...JUNIOR is craving for ICE CREAM RIGHT NOW...what kind of an INJUSTICE IS THIS. If I would have married RAMUJI then TODAY I WOULD NOT HAVE SEEN THIS DAY...)

"WHAT THE....Khushi calm down. No need to freak out. We will find an ice cream vendor soon. TUMHARE CHOTTU KO MILJAYEGI ICE CREAM. Wait a second....iss ke beech mein WOH RAMU kahan se aagaya. Woh to by profession tailor tha right???"
(YOUR JUNIOR WILL GET HIS ICE CREAM. Wait a second...howcome in between all this RAMU has made an appearance. Was he not a tailor by profession???)
I tried to argue but failed miserably.

"AREY SIDE BUSINESS BHI TO KOI CHEEZ HOTI HAI. Woh sab chodiye....humein ICE CREAM CHAHIYE......"
(THERE IS SOMETHING KNOWN AS SIDE BUSINESS. Leave all of that....I want my ICE CREAM..)

I still laugh out loud recalling those moments. There was a time when I had nothing to laugh about. And now I do not have anything to be sad about. How strange...right?

And ofcourse not to forget the memory which Khushi never forgets to mention. Ughhhh. The day she went into labor pain and the nurse informed me that her doctor is on leave and another MALE DOCTOR will go ahead with the DELIVERY.