Teri Yaad Saath Hai ✓

Chapter Eight [Last Chapter]

The next morning, Khushi found herself cocooned in the warm embrace of her husband. Arnav had his arms wrapped around her small frame, cradling her to himself. Arnav stirred, pulling her closer, causing a smile to bloom on Khushi's face. She ran her fingers through his messed up hair, dropping a chaste kiss on his forehead. He looked like a child while sleeping, so carefree and innocent. Khushi felt her love for the man sleeping next to her overwhelming her. Carefully, she moved out of his hold, trying her best not to disturb his sleep. She glanced at her husband, smiled and pecked his lips softly whispering "I love you." in his ear making him smile in his sleep. She checked on Prisha, like she had been doing every three hours, the whole night. Thankfully, her princess was fast asleep in the crib for the time being, satisfied, she took her clothes and entered the washroom.

Arnav woke up a few minutes later, missing the warmth that had been engulfed in his arms for the most part of the last night and found the other end of the bed empty. He sighed, getting out of bed, towards his daughter's crib and found her sound asleep. He bent slightly and kissed his princess lightly on her forehead. Khushi came out of the bathroom wearing a simple black Kurti with white leggings, she was smiling at the endearing picture of her husband with their daughter.

"Good Morning Arnav." Khushi said softly, Arnav looked at her lovingly. "Good morning love. You look beautiful."

Khushi blushed, "It's the most non-special outfit that I've ever owned." She informed him, receiving a shrug from him in response. "What makes you think I would care about that sort of a thing?" He asked curiously.

Khushi shook her head at him fondly. Arnav grinned at her and pulled her into his arms. "I love you too." He whispered.

Khushi looked at him surprised, "You were awake?" She asked.

"Maybe?" Arnav answered, smiling mysteriously.

Khushi sighed and snuggled into his chest. Arnav kissed her hair. "Something on your mind, love?" He asked

Khushi nodded slightly, "Yesterday, you said you have questions. I.. think I have something that could help you find answers to at least some of your questions." Khushi said.

"What do you mean?" Arnav asked curiously.

Khushi stepped away from him, and looked around the room for a few minutes before making her way towards the bedside table. She opened the drawer and took out a thick black journal from it. She turned to Arnav with a smile on her face, "In your own words, this is one of my first and the most precious gifts to you." Khushi explained seeing Arnav's confused expression.

"A diary?" Arnav frowned cutely.

"Not the diary, but the habit of writing in a journal. I write.. actually- past tense, I used to write in my diary when I used to be upset or angry. It used to help me calm down, pour out my emotions and get them out of my head onto a paper. It has always worked for me. My diary was always there to listen to me when no one else was interested enough. Then, you came and you listened- well most of the time and I didn't feel the need to confide in my diary anymore. I write sometimes, although very rarely, you.. picked up on my habit of journaling shortly after we'd met. I.. think.. hope that you find something in there that can.. help you." Khushi said hopefully

Arnav took the diary form her hand, looked at it for a few minutes and then kept it on the bedside table. "I'll read it soon, but now let's go downstairs and have our breakfast before our family misunderstand the situation and we're both subjected to their relentless teasing sessions." Arnav said.

"I'm sure they'd understand." Khushi said, shrugging casually. Arnav smirked. "Really? So you don't want to go downstairs?" He asked mischievously.