Chapter-3

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Couldn't actually resist putting up this stuff for you all. Here comes our hero atlast!! So....I present in front of you the dashing, handsome, charming and sexy Arihan;)
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A car entered the manor and pulled right in front of the house. A young man in his twenties came out, holding two large and small sized bags in his hand. He wore dark glasses, which made it hard to see his eyes. He had a straight nose and dark hair, a smooth and angular jawline and broad eyebrows. A tall and sturdy young man, he was all young men wanted to become. He as in a pair of dark jeans and t-shirt. With a casual look, he treaded towards the doorway.
The hall was empty and he looks at the arrangements made for his arrival for a while until he gets the familiar smell of payesh* from the kitchen, heads for the kitchen leaving all his baggage in the entrance.
Opening the lid, he finds the right dish, pours it into a bowl and sitting atop the kitchen counter digs into it. The taste of it reminded him about the little part of his childhood spent in the house.

The maids not finding anyone in the doorway but the bags approached Asha, who was talking with Kamala in her room. Leaving the work at hand, she heads downstairs and finds her son plopped on the kitchen counter enjoying a bowl of payesh. She moves towards the entrance of the kitchen.
"So, this is what you are up to while everyone in the house is searching for you" she states in an authoritative tone.

He grins unapologetically at her, while putting another spoonful into his mouth while she adds in-"And even your bags are outside". She tries to sound a bit cross but fails at it as she was really happy. After all her son had  actually returned. Growing up, he had been in a hostel, sharing dormitories with other kids of his age. So it was never until the summer vacations that he returned home.
"Arihan! Get your bags and go upstairs. I have kept your room ready".
Adding a last spoonful in his mouth, he smiles at her, placing the bowl on the counter and getting down to embrace his mother and all Asha could see was her little son hugging her tightly.
"I'm so happy to see you mom".-he remarks pulling back.
By this time, the tears she was holding back for a long time came out.
" Mom.. I'm right here. Don't cry". He wipes off her tears and tries to cheer her up.
The duo talk for some time and finally, Arihan heads for his room carrying his bags.

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1.Payesh*- a sweet dish prepared by boiling milk and rice.
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