Chapter 3:At the new restaurant

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I saw some of you calling Nayanthara Pariniti. Her character's name is Praniti actually... Anyway, just saying 😊😊😊😊😊

9 months later.....

"Jab tak tujhe pyaar se
beinteha main bhar na doon
jab tak main duaaoon sa
sau dafa tujhe paDh na loon."

Until I fill you completely with love
until I read you a hundred times like prayers,

"Haan mere paas tum raho
jaane ki baat na karo
meri saath tum raho
jaane ki baat na karo."

Stay close to me,
don't talk about leaving.
stay with me,
don't talk about leaving.

Samaira sat singing while Naveen sat near here legs and massaged them. She was now heavily pregnant and her dates were nearing.
Naveen had to attend his regular conference but he was not willing to leave his pregnant wife alone.
Samaira had forced him to go telling him she will be fine and will call him if there's any problem.
He agreed with half mind and was ready to go. That's when her mood changed and asked him to go after massaging her legs that were paining.
He happily obliged and did what she wanted him to.
Kevin who had turned two sat on the floor with his building blocks. He would build a big house and will spoil if himself. Then he would laugh laugh his heart out.

Naveen was done with his massage and stood up to go,not before giving her an assuring hug and a kiss on her belly.
He scooped up Kevin in his arms and kissed his chubby cheeks.He put him down safely and proceeded to the front door.
He got inside his Jaguar and got a call.

"I'm coming. Don't worry. No. It's not like that. Whatever! "he cut the call.
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Samaira sat on a sofa in the living room comfortably and started sketching something. She was all smiles until it's completion and then stared at it for a long time.
It was a picture of her, him, Kevin,the child that is to be born and third child she was wishing for.
"What a perfect family I've got. "she whispered to herself.
Kevin came running to her and hugged her leg.
"I love mama. "he said and she smiled.She gestured him to come near her hands and engulfed him in a wholehearted hug.
He sat near her and kept examining it like specialist asking her if she's feeling anything.
She stroked his head and handed him the sketch she had made. She stood up and walked to the bookshelf while Kevin sat observing the sketch.
She took out her old diary which she had hidden in the shelf and sat down to read. She opened the first page.

Today was one hell of a day. I had to write an imposition thousand times and was further ragged by the so called stupid seniors. I had to sit on an imaginary chair for one hour and then show them how to cook an imaginary dosa.
I never expected my first day to turn out like this. How I wish I could hug my mother and sleep. But alas, I'm staying in this dirty hostel.
But the day was not that bad actually. I was proposed by a handsome guy. It was his task given by the seniors yet I felt something different. I came to know his name is Naveen and we are classmates too.
I also made a few friends and I found a girl who is so me. Her name is Praniti and we mingled instantly.
Now I'm feeling very sleepy and I think the days to come won't be so good. I should study hard and also be a prey to seniors. Studying is not a problem but ragging.....
Anyway, I'll give my hundred percent to my studies and everything else will be secondary.
My hands are aching after writing a lot. So good night my diary babe.

Samaira chuckled thinking how childish she was.
Handing Kevin to Mary, she decided to take a small nap.
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"Ayush!!Leave me monkey!! "Praniti yelled as she struggled to get out of her husband's hold.
She had taken a day off to get some sleep and that's when Ayush wanted her to accompany him to the new restaurant where they serve delicious fried rice and butter chicken.
"No. No. You're coming with me. "His hold on her became loose and he dropped her on the passenger seat of their car.
He occupied the driver's seat and started driving while Praniti sat crossing her arms across her chest with flared nostrils.

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