"Khushi, please behave. Main jaanta hoon ki tum uss aurat ko nahi pasand karti per please koi tamasha mat kara karna," warned Arnav.
"Tamasha! Aur hum! Aap ne humko kya samaj rakha hain?" asked Khushi with a mock-shocked expression.
"Ek chalta phirta phataka'aur kya?" answered Arnav to himself.
"Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Raizada! How are you? Please come take a seat here with us!" exclaimed Mrs. Walia in a mockingly sweet tone.
"Yeh bhool gayi hain ki yeh kiss desh mein hain? Shayad galat femi hui hain usko. Humesha humare samne Angrezi main bolti hain, hume niche dikane ki liye'" Khushi ranted on under her breath to Arnav. He rolled his eyes and said, "Tum bhool gayi ho ke hum yahan Rohan ki liye aaye hain, tumhara aur Mrs. Walia ki arguments ki liye nahin." Khushi huffed in disapproval and folded her arms.
Khushi and Sunita Walia had a mutual dislike from the first day that Rohan and Vishaal had set foot in school. Sunita always found some way to insult Khushi and Rohan, but Khushi was no less. She too gave a good fight. As Arnav and Mohit Walia made small talk (which was actually an attempt to avoid getting involved in their wives' impending argument), the spiteful comments began from Mrs. Walia's end.
"Actually, yeh table sirf Walias ki liye tha. Aap ka table toh ekdum piche tha. Phir space-constraints ki vaje se Raizadas ko yahan move kiya gaya'" Sunita Walia said with every word soaking from arrogance. Khushi was still quiet as she promised her husband she would behave this time. Last time the two women got into it, the next morning's newspapers were graced by Khushi's pictures and captions regarded the heated debate between the two. "Vaise Mrs. Raizada," began Mrs. Walia, "Aap ki saree bauhat achchi hain." Khushi scrunched her eyebrows in disbelief. Even Arnav was a bit concerned about this compliment. "Exact same saree maine apni naukrani ko diya tha!" finished Mrs. Walia.
"Oh Shit. Here she goes'" thought Arnav. But to his surprise, Khushi was stolid. She was furious, sure, but today nothing mattered except for her son, and she wasn't about to ruin this day for insolent woman like Mrs. Walia. Mrs. Walia continued in her quest to anger Khushi, "Mrs. Raizada, yeh kangan aap hamesha pehnti ho kya? I mean aap ka husband India ka sabse bada business tycoon hain, aur aap hain ke yeh same bracelets everyday pehnti ho! I mean, aap ko diamonds, white gold, woh sab pehna chahiya na?"
Khushi couldn't stay quiet any longer. Arnav was able to ignore people, but not Khushi, especially when it came to her family. "Hum yeh kangan har roz iss liye pehnte hain kyun ki yeh humare saasu-ma ke kangan teh. Voh toh ab hain nahi, lekin humare kalaiye peh yeh kangan unka aashidwad rehke bante hain. Samje? Humme nahi chahiye koi diamonds ya white gold. Humare liye yehi saab achche hain," Khushi's answer brought her satisfaction and Arnav's lips curved to form a small smile of pride. Mrs. Walia wasn't expecting Khushi to take the insult so well and had expected her to blow up like usual. "Anyways, pata nahi aaj ka program kaisa hoga. I mean, humesha aise programs mein mera Vishaal lead karta hain toh hamesha achcha performance hota hain. Aaj aap ka beta Rohan pelhe baar sab ke samne gaane wala hain, toh I hope ke kuch galat na ho," said Mrs. Walia.
That was it. She had enough. She could take insult after insult about her clothes and her jewelry all day, but the second Rohan was mentioned Khushi couldn't control herself. "Bas! Aap ka problem kya hain? Ha??? Humesha 'mera Vishaal yeh,' 'mera Vishaal voh.' Tikh se Hindi bolna toh aati nahi! Aap ka Vishaal kya kaak Hindi mein gayenga! Humara Rohan ki baare mein aap kuch bhi boliye. Lekin saach toh yeh hain ke humare bete mein voh sanskaar hain jo aap ke bete mein kabhi nahi honga. Ek aur baat, hum Raizada ghar ki bahu hain, toh agli baar humse kuch kehne se pehle do baar soch lena. Hmmp!" That was all it took for Mrs. Walia to shut her mouth and take her seat. Khushi too took her seat. Arnav leaned into her ear and whispered, "Thank you." Khushi wore a confused look and turned around. "Thank you? Kiss liye?" Khushi asked. "Tamasha thoda kum tha aaj," Arnav said wearing a smirk.
"Welcome parents, family, and friends to the Delhi International School Mother's Day Program! Please welcome the 1st grade class lead by Rohan Raizada as they present a song for this special day. Khushi saw her son walk to the front of the stage to the microphone. She was beaming with pride. Arnav smiled seeing his son. He reminded Arnav so much of himself as kid. He was smart, loving, caring, and very cute. Arnav put his arm around Khushi and she looked to her left and smile brightly at her husband.
"Hello everyone and Happy Mother's Day!" greeted Rohan. "Aaj Ma ka din hai. Aaj toh sab kehta hain ke unke mummy sabse best mummy hain. Per main toh everyday meri mummy ko kehta hoon voh iss duniya ki sabse best mummy hain. Ma voh hoti hain jo humare liye khaana banati ho, humme homework ki saath madat karti ho, humare problems ko solve karti hoon. Pata hai? Mere mummy mujhe everynight garam dhood pilati hain. Mujhe bilkul achcha nahi lagta, per main phir bhi dhood peeta hoon kyun ki meri mummy ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Aur jab bhi Papa daante hain mujhe, toh hamesha mummy mere saath dehti hain. Ma voh hoonti hain jo chahiye kuch bhi ho jaye, humse hamesha pyaar karti hain. Mummy. Main aapse bauhat pyaar karta hoon! Aap sach mein iss duniye ki sabse aachi mummy ho. I love you. Happy Mothers' Day!"
Rohan sings in the front while the rest of class sings in the background.
Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa
Bheed Mein Yun Na Chodo Mujhe
Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Bhej Na Itna Door Mujkko Tu
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maa
Kya Itna Bura Meri Maa
Jab Bhi Kabhi Papa Mujhe
Jo Zor Se Jhoola Jhulate Hain Maa
Meri Nazar Dhoondhe Tujhe
Sochu Yahi Tu Aa Ke Thaamegi Maa
Unse Main Yeh Kehta Nahin
Par Main Seham Jaata Hoon Maa
Chehre Pe Aana Deta Nahin
Dil Hi Dil Mein Ghabraata Hoon Maa
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Hai Naa Maa
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Meri Maa
Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa
Khushi's eyes were filled with tears by the end of the song. She couldn't control herself and she stood up from her seat and walked on the stage. The whole audience was in shock at her actions and so was Arnav. Khushi knelt down to meet her son's eyes. She hugged him tight as more tears fell from her eyes. Rohan hugged Khushi back and he too spilled a few tears. Arnav joined them on stage and hugged Rohan tightly. He put his hand on the small of Khushi's back and lead her down to their table. The entire audience gave a standing ovation and a thunderous applause was heard. Even Mrs. Walia released a small tear. Khushi looked at her husband and he returned her smile. Blissful was their marriage and the rest of that mother's day.
That night after Rohan was asleep in his own room, Khushi and Arnav retired to their own bedroom. Khushi was now taking off her jewelry and Arnav too was getting ready for bed. Arnav looked at his wife who was having trouble untying the dori on the back of blouse and made his way toward her. She grazed his fingers up her back and sent shivers up her back. Even after seven years of marriage, he still managed to have this effect on her. In the process of untying the knot, Arnav whispered in Khushi's ear, "Rohan tumse kitna pyaar karta hain'" Khushi replied, "Haan. Maa hain hum uske, toh pyaar to karenga nah?"
"Haan'lekin lagta hain ke voh mujse zyaada tumse pyaar karta hain," said Arnav.
"Kya? Kaisi baatein kar rahe ho aap?" asked Khushi.
"Maine suna hain ki ladkon apne maa se zyaada pyaar karte hain'aur ladkiyan apne papa se zyaada pyaar karte hain. Actually, jab Rohan aaj speech kar raha tha toh mujhe jalan ho rahi thi. Toh ab mujhe ek beti chahiye jo tumse zyaada mujse pyaar karengi'" Arnav whispered.
Khushi blushed, "Beti'"
"Haan. Humari beti'" said Arnav.
Arnav lowered his lips and placed a kiss on her shoulder. Khushi shivered from this touched and closed her eyes. Arnav continued to place delicate kisses on her neck and shoulders. He picked up bridal style and carried her to their bed. He placed her gently down on the bed and turned off the lamp. The moonlight from the poolside was the only light to penetrate the room.
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