SS: Keeping Khushi: Thread 6 Part 59 Pg 110 - Page 47

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Part 57

Mamiji giggled.

Mamaji asked her, "Kya baat he, Manno?"

"I bas thinking of Akash Bitwaa and Payaliyaa. And their honeymoonwaa!"

Mamaji stared at her.

"The night will be over in their Pehle Aaap, Pehle Aaap, Hello Hi Bye Bye!", Mami laughed, clutching her stomach.

Mamaji joined in.

Akash & Payal reached the cottage very early in the morning. They carried in their luggage, and looked around, pleasantly surprised by the small but cute cabin.

"Bhai & Khushi Bhabi spent their honeymoon here.", Akash confided. "Bhabi liked it so much that Bhai bought it."

Payal smiled. The smile was followed by a yawn that she tried to hide behind her fingers.

"You must be tired, Payal.", Akash the gentleman said. "I am very tired too. It has been two long days."

Payal nodded.

"Shall we get some sleep?"

"Ji.", Payal said gratefully.

They changed, and went to sleep.

All gathered around the breakfast table late after a good night's sleep. As they were about to finish the repast, Arnav caught hold of Khushi's hand in her lap, and said softly, "We wanted to tell you something..."

Nani, Di, Mamaji, Mamiji, & NK looked at him, curious.

"Err... That is... Khushi... We... I... Err..."

All looked at Arnav and at each other. Khushi pressed his fingers, and looked down, blushing.

"Kya hua, Chotey?", Anjali was anxious. Happiness in their house had always been in short supply, and when it came, it most often only came for a few moments.

"Bhat is happenings?", asked Mami, her painted eyes wide.

"Chotey?", Nani was pale.

"Khushi Bhabi, what happened?", NK asked. "Are you still feeling tired?" His kindly face carried a world of worry.

"No, NK Bhai. I am perfectly alright. It is just that...", she paused, and looked at Arnavji.

He cleared his throat, and said, "Nani, you... you will get your great grandchild soon."

He quickly bent his head & took a sip of his coffee.

Nani stared at him with her mouth open for a few seconds, and then let out a joyful cry, "Chotey? Khushi Bitiyaa?"

The rest of the family caught on, and they jumped up from their seats, and hugged Arnav & Khushi. Anjali was teary-eyed with happiness.

"Thank God, thank God.", she chanted.

"A small baby! Chotey's chotey!", Mami did a glad dance around the room.

Anjali said, "Chotey, you are not going to the office today morning. Take Khushiji to the best gynaecologist, and get her thoroughly checked up. She shouldn't have any pain because of her pregnancy. Her legs shouldn't hurt."

Arnav nodded. Khushi smiled at Di with love in her eyes.

"Ask the doctor exactly what we need to do to make her more comfortable. Then come back & tell us. We will do everything."

Nani, Mami, Mamaji, & NK nodded. Mami said, "And we hab Payaliyaa too. She will help us." She turned to NK. "You marry a doctor too. Then there will be two doctors to look after our Khushi Bitiyaa."

NK smiled wryly.

Arnav watched him carefully.

"Shall we do some sightseeing?", asked Akash.

"Ji", said Payal.

They left the cottage, walking side by side, but too shy to hold hands.

As they paused outside a shop selling metal jewellery, a cycle came around the corner at great speed, and almost knocked Payal down. Akash grabbed her, and pulled her to safety. Payal lay against his heart, hearing its rapid beat.

"Tum theek ho?", Akash asked in a soft voice.

Payal nodded.

"Do you want to buy something?", Akash gestured towards the shop with his right hand.

"No. Let's go home.", said Payal softly.

Akash hugged her tighter, and they walked slowly to the cottage, enjoying the feel of each other. Akash's left arm was around Payal's shoulders. Her right arm was around his waist. They strolled home.

Akash opened the door with his right hand, without letting go of his wife. Payal held on tight.

Akash kicked the door shut behind them, and cupping Payal's face, looked down at her.

Her lashes fell in shyness.

Akash kissed her cheek, and she blushed. She hugged him , burrowing her face into his chest.

Akash smiled as he lifted her up, and carried her to their bed.

"Aman, get in touch with the private detectives we used earlier. I want the full details on Aarti. She is between 18 and 23 years of age. She was here for Akash's wedding. You might have seen her. In a white uniform. Works as a chauffeur & mechanic at Mishra's. All the details. Father, mother, family, years of employment, opinion of co-workers, the full works."

"What happened, Boss? Did she steal something? Is it a police case?"

Arnav sighed. "She did steal something, but it is not a police affair. I can't file a report saying that NK has lost his heart to her."

Aman laughed. "I will see to it at the earliest, Boss."

NK walked up to the receptionist at Mishra's, and asked, "Can I meet Aarti for a moment?"

Who was this guy referring to the Boss as Aarti? "Your name, Sir?", the receptionist asked.

"Nand Kisore. NK."

The receptionist nodded. "Please wait in the lounge, Sir. I will see if she is free."

NK smiled, and settled in the plush chair in the waiting area. He looked around. Excellent interiors. The best furniture & furnishings. Comfortable chairs. Aarti was working in a good place.

Aarti looked down at the Sunflower as he looked around. She said through her phone. "Please tell him that I am out working. And take a message, Tara."

"Yes, Madam.", said the receptionist.

Tara watched NK's face fall as she passed on the information. "Message?", NK asked. "Yeah, I would like to tell her something."

The receptionist offered him the requisite stationery.

After NK left reluctantly, Aarti received the envelope and a box. She opened the box. It was full of sweets. She set it aside, and opened the envelope.

Aarti,

Khushi Bhabi is pregnant. I just wanted to share the good news with you. And to give you the sweets.

I hope you are well. And missing me. At least a little.

I am going to be a chacha. Don't you want to be Khushi Bhabi's baby's chachi?

Aarti swallowed.

She offered the sweets to her mother that night.

"Khushiji is pregnant. NK, her devar, brought this to our office."

Amma smiled, and took a piece of peda. She broke it into two, placed one bit in Aarti's mouth, and the other in hers.

"It is very tasty.", Amma smiled.

Aarti smiled seeing her mother's smile.

Anjali walked down the temple steps, the thali in hand, a small smile on her lips. Chotey was married. Happily married to the best girl on earth, Khushiji. And soon there would be a boy or girl to call her Bua. Her smile widened.

Akash & Payal were on their honeymoon. They would be happy too.

Nani was healthy. Mami & Mamaji were cheerful.

Baba & the children were safe and sound. Buaji, Amma, & Babuji were missing Payal, but otherwise happy. Her world was happy. Her life was complete.

A streak of pain hurt her heart, but she pushed it back. That hurt was a part of her. That was all she had to remember him by. The day she lost it, she would die. To draw breath without thinking of him was impossible.

She looked at the crowd milling below from her vantage point. So many people with so many small joys and many problems. Among them, she was just another person, carrying her invisible burden on her shoulders.

She walked down the steps carefully, holding on to the railing, looking down at the steps. Her eyes fell on a pair of feet placed firmly in her path, blocking her descent. She looked up slowly. White, slim fitting pyjama, white kurta, a thin neck with a prominent Adam's apple, a slight beard on a jutting jaw, thin lips, a strong, thin nose, and a pair of sharp eyes looking at her with a smile in them.

Anjali looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. The thali dropped from her nerveless fingers. He caught it deftly.

"A..anandji...i...", she whispered.

He smiled at her. "Got tired of waiting for me, Anjali?", he asked in his low, husky voice.

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