Chapter 40

In the Morning:

It is 6:00 a.m. and Ridhima can hear some whispers and that wakes her up!  Adi, Nick and Armaan are adoring the two babies…………………..

In whispered voices:

Adi: oye Nick bhai iske haath to dekho…………..soo small

Nick: har baby ke aise hi hoten hain

Ar: lekin is baby ke sabse ache hain……………

Adi: ammy pricess bilkul ek doll ki tarah nahin lagti………………….

Ar: sach mein yaar……bilkul ek doll ki tarah………….aur humara chota master use bhi to dekho……..

Nick: sachin yaar ladkiyan hum boys se attention le hi leti hain…kyon?

Adi: han bhai dekho na pichle 15 minute se hum teenon sirf princess ko hi dekh rahe hain……

R: mere bete ke saath itni na insaafi……….

Ar: basket? Tum uth gayi……………..

R: aap sab ki baatien sun ke hi uth gayi thi…………………….ab yeh batao ki mera pyaara sa beta itna neglected kyon hai huh?

Adi: never bhabhi………neglected nahin bas uski turn nahin ayi ab tak………………….

R: aur uski turn kab aayegi?

Ar: pehle aap se toh pyaar karlen……………Armaan approches Ridhima………..

R: armaan……………..he doesn't stop……………

Adi: oye Ammy bhai control kar abhi main aur bhai yahaan hain…………….Armaan gets closer but Nick pulls him back………………

N: humara toh soch…………….

Ridhima , Adi and Nick just laugh! In the meantime Dad comes up

D: guys sab tyaari to ho gayi niche………….ab bad pundit ji ek ghante taka aajayenge………….come come on………….

Adi: pundit ji?

Dad: naam nahin rakhne in donon ke…………….

Ar/Nick/Adi: ohhhhh

R: yes !chalo chalo lets get ready!

Armaan and ridhima get ready and its time to dress the two babies………this time little baby boy comes first……………..Ridhima is in the room for the baby boy and takes out a beautiful cute little white suit…………while Ridhima picks up Ammy……….Armaan changes the clothes………

R turns around: huh……..yeh kapde…………..

A: sorry basket mera beta yeh dale ga…………Armaan wants him to wear a blue suit……………

R: Armaan…..

A: no basket princess ko tum dress karo aur Ammy ko main!

R: yeh kya baat hui……….not fair mujhe dono ko dress karana hai

A: mujhe bhi………………

R: lekin white suit…

A: nahin acha lagta……….black acha lagta hai………..

R: dheek hai lekin phir agar Ammy blue daale ga to tum bhi blue daalo ge………….

A: ek shart par………

R: kaisi shart………

A: hum dono ko tum tyaar karogi!

R: armaan….tum pagal ho!

A: bolo tyaar karo gi mujhe…………….

R: nahin………….

A: please! Dekho na…..kaise kapde daalen hai maine……….look…I need your help basket…..yeh shirt yuck………….he takes off his shirt…………..

R: Armaan…….tum………stop…………..

A: aur iske niche waali t-shirt kya hai yaar…………he takes that off too………….

R: armaan………….

A: aur yeh pants…………….

R: she stops him! BAS! Ab chodo……………………….

A: tyaar karo na…………….she refuses……………….karo na…………………..please! then princess starts to cry!

R: pehle main princess ko tyaar karlon………….he relucarantly lets her go………