'Finally!' ArHi SS

"Papa?"

Arnav Singh Raizada looked up from his file to see his son fidgeting at the doorway of his bedroom, his nervousness shining through making Arnav forget all work and give his undivided attention to his son.

"Kya hua? Andar aao."

Ayaan entered the room that had been his refuge for the many years of his childhood, where he had ran to from his mother as she tried feeding him vegetables and where he had played run and catch with his father and where he had marvelled at his sister as she lay on the bed gurgling and wide eyed, a small little baby.

Behind him came the paltan of youngsters - siblings and cousins and their respective other halves, all trying hard to hide the grin on their faces while a naughty glint shone in their eyes.

Khushi had come by now to stand beside her husband, the nervousness in her son's voiced not missed by her or the teasing glint in the eyes of the others.

"Ayaan, kya hua?" she tried, her motherly protectiveness kicking in.

"Woh...I mean...I..."

His son never stammered and a certain fear crept into Arnav's mind too, getting up he strode across to his son and kept a comforting hand on his shoulder, willing him to go on and shot a warning glance at the rest who were now trying to stifle their laughter into their hands.

"Aynu, office mein kuch hua hai kya?" Khushi asked, now standing directly in front of her flushed with red son, guiding him by the hand to sit on the bed and taking a seat next to him, caressing his arm, giving him the motivation to go on and telling him without words that she would be his support system like always.

Ayaan seemed to be having a conversation with himself, Arnav noticed, with all the shaking of his head, mumblings under his breath and nodding lightly to himself - making arguments like he always did - in his head.

That was the way he had always worked, Arnav knew from observing him not only as his son but also as his employee. Ayaan Arnav Singh Raizada always had both sides of an argument ready in his head before he ventured forward - which made him not only a balanced individual in his personal life but also a successful and smart businessman. Arnav had always admired this trait in his son, so starkly different from how he functioned largely - reaching a conclusion without analysing it as thoroughly as it should have been.

"Papa, Maa?"

"Haan...bolo?" said Khushi, knowing that whatever it was had been analysed enough in her son's mind and he would not continue undeterred.

"I am in love. Uska naam Samara hai, woh ek teacher hai, she is from Dehradoon staying here with her cousin family aur main usse bahut pyaar karta hoon and by some miracle woh bhi mujhe pasand kar ti hai ya actually finally karne lagi hai...Thank God! Main chahta hoon aap sab log usse ek baar mil lein because I plan on proposing to her very soon."

*EDITED - The rest is on a restricted blog due to blatant plagiarism of my work.

Part 2 - Page 7
Part 3 - Page 21
Part 4 - Page 34
Part 5 - Page 50
Part 6 - Page 60
Part 7 - Page 67
Part 8 - Page 77
Part 9 - Page 87
Part 10 - Page 98
NOTE - Page 104
Part 11 + Note - Page 124
Part 12 - Page 140

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