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PART 11:

As perfect as a dream ' well almost'

I woke up stretching my arms to the ceiling. The sun danced in and I smiled welcoming the new the day. The night before, my reception night, had been perfect, well almost. Of course it had not started as the perfect day. I had once again been taken away by Maya and Palak, as they had to coach me on the proper way of ballroom dancing. However, once I had returned from my training, everything had started to go the way it should have, perfectly. I walked in the room to find the most beautiful sari laid out on my bed. Believe me this sari was definitely the most beautiful thing ever. It was not black, but electric blue, on the borders was light pink piping, with baby pink roses, dark green leaves, embroidered all over the borders with a silver thread running through the outlines of the embroidery. I quickly picked it up and held it against myself. Just then Shaurya walked in, he was already dressed in his gray suit with a light pink shirt to match the pink of my sari. He also wore a light pink silk tie, his hair slicked back, he hadn't shaved, but he didn't need to. He looked absolutely dreamy. I just stood there, looking at him.

"The guest will start arriving in about an hour you should get ready soon." He announced in his even dreamier voice. I took in a deep breath and like in a trance went to shower and change.

I stood in front of the mirror making last minute fixes, while Shaurya stood on the balcony of our room. After I was done, I decided to join him there. The guests were arriving however; we were made to stay in our room, to wait the announcement of our names when we would make our grand entry as Mr. and Mrs. Shaurya Singh. I had always objected to the whole idea of being introduced as Mrs. Someone with no mention of my name. But looking at Shaurya, somehow it didn't matter. All I wanted was to be attached to him in any way possible, even if it was just by name.

I sound just like one of those K-soaps bahus, don't I? Maybe it was finding myself in a sari for the first time, or it being a full moon night? What ever it was I was under a spell. I went on the balcony. It was a clear night with the moon shining bright enough that there was no need of any artificial light on the balcony. Shaurya turned to look at me. His gaze making me want to melt. But before anything could be said, Maya, barged in. I could have killed her at that moment. However, since I was feeling like a K-show bahu, all I did was smile at her and ask her why she was here. She had come to get tell us to come downstairs. The time for our grand entry had arrived.

"Mr. and Mrs. singh."

Hearing the guests cheer for us I suddenly felt nervous. What if I tripped down the stairs. Despite the strenuous training of walking in high heels and long saris I was suddenly filled with anxiety. My heart beat so fast and my palms started to get ice cold. Nervous I turned to look at Shaurya; maybe he was as nervous as I was. He couldn't look more calm and relaxed. He looked back at me, for a second I thought he was going to yell at me, but then without saying anything he turned back around and took my hand in his. Having his warm hand holding my cold one, my heart beat slowed, my hands got warm again and all sounds around me drained out, I had never felt so relaxed. I simply watched Shaurya as he led us down the stairs.

Soon I found myself surrounded by people asking me all sorts of questions I had no idea about. I didn't realize when Shaurya's hand had left mine and now as I looked around the room ignoring everyone around me, trying to find him. I couldn't see him anywhere. Disappointed, I went and took a corner seat. A few minutes later, Karan joined me. I was happy to see him, so I smiled, even though I had to force the smile.

"Having fun?"

"Yes." I lied. Not paying much attention to Karan and continuing to look for Shaurya.

"Don't worry."

"What?" I stopped my search to look at Karan now.

"Don't worry; Shaurya is a busy guy you know. People to see, places to go." He joked so I too let out a little laugh. "I can see you care a lot more about him than he does for you."

"No! It is not like that. He is really nice. He takes really good care of me." I jumped to Shaurya's defence. "We have spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other." I lied, only a little though, Shaurya had said it himself we spent time together. Even though I didn't agree, at least one of us thought so, so that made is fifty percent true.

"Spending time together, but you have been so busy with your training?"

I looked back at Karan with the same question in my mind. I had to give him an answer even though I didn't have one. What could I say? I couldn't wait too long because this was real life and unrealistically long pauses are only something we see in K-soaps, in real life people just start thinking you are weird. "Yah, you know' spending time with each other ' in 'err' our thoughts!" There I said something. Did it make sense though? Spending time with each other in our thoughts? It made no sense to me, maybe it did to Karan, or so I hoped so he wouldn't probe any further. I almost wanted to laugh out loud, Shaurya Singh, spending his precious hours thinking about me, like that would ever be.

"I guess that could work." Phew! He had bought the lame answer. "So back to college from Monday?"

Before I could say a simple yes, I was made speechless. There in front of me stood Shaurya. He hand extended forward towards me, obviously asking me to dance. Without a thought, I placed my hand on his. He took me in his arms, me placing my one hand on his shoulder while he placed his around my waist, it felt so right, so perfect. I gazed into his eyes, and everything around me disappeared, all sounds once again drained out, the only sounds that remained was that of my beating heart and the song that played in the background.

(Male)
Dil to hai behzubaan'
Dil ki suna o na
Baate jo dil mein hai
Hoonton pe laao na
Shaam ho ya seher ho
Dil mein tum har peher ho
Saathiya'
Palke jukhao na
Nazarein churao na
Dil toh hai behzubaan
Dil ki suna na
Khamoshi yeh keh rahi hai
Baat had se bad rahi hai
Saathiya'
Yaadon mein tum ho
Khaabo mein tum ho
Kiso mein tum ho
Baato mein tum ho
Taanhai ki raaton mein tum ho
Saason mein tum ho
Dharkan mein tum ho
Dil toh hai behzubaan
Dil ki suna o na
Baatein jo dil mein hai
Hoonton pe laao na
Shaam ho ya seher ho
Dil mein tum har peher ho
Saathiya'
(Female)'
Dil to hai behzubaan
Dil ki suna o na
Baatein jo dil mein hai
Hooton pe laao na
Shaam ho ya seher ho
Dil mein tum har peher ho
Saathiya'
Palke jhuka o na
Nazarein churao na
Dil toh hai behzubaan
Dil ki suna o na'

Before I knew it the song had ended. Shaurya and I were walking back to where I had sat. I didn't want him to leave me; I wanted to be by his side forever. He sat me back down on my sofa and asked me if I wanted something to drink? I said no. I was thirsty but had refused in the fear that my saying yes, would mean Shaurya leaving me again, and I wanted him to sit by my side.

"I'll be right back." And just like that he was gone again. I waited for fifteen minutes and then half an hour. But he had not come back. "He is a busy guy" Karan's words echoed in my ears. He was busy but I wasn't, I would go find him. So determined I got up and picked up two soft drinks from a tray. Then walking through the room I spotted him, standing in a corner talking to someone on the phone. His hand was empty, this would be perfect. Me bringing drink to him, him thanking me and then us engaging in a long long long conversation. *sigh* I walked fast, then faster. The closer I got to him the weaker I felt. I felt as though I had forgotten how to walk. I was only a few steps away when my perfect day ended.

A few chirpy young and very annoying girls came surrounding Shaurya. Along with them they brought a waiter who carried a tray with many assorted drinks. I truly wanted to go and pour my drink on the heads of those girls. The way they were flirting with him. Walking really fast now, almost running I went closer to Shaurya, when suddenly I caught his eye. He looked directly at me, I froze. My cheeks were heating up, they were literally burning. I couldn't let Shaurya see me blush so profusely no. So I made a ninety degree turn, with my side to Shaurya now. To my relief Karan was right in front of me, and I quickly handed him my second drink. He thanked me and we both left to go find ourselves some seats. That was the last time I would see Shaurya that night. I came back to my room early and fell asleep despite wanting to wait up for Shaurya. Last night I had the best sleep, because I dreamt of Shaurya.

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PART 12:

A Family that Laughs Together ... Stays Togther...

So like I said, the night had almost been perfect, if it were not for those desperate girls who hovered around Shaurya, like bees do around honey. Hello! He is married, and they were at his reception. How difficult is the concept to grasp, when a man is married he is off the market. I mean only in K-soaps do single girls go after married men, but that is totally understandable because in that world single men do not exist. They are an extinct species you know. But not in the real world, there are so many single men. Take Karan for example, he is good looking, very nice to talk to, funny, and a great friend. Anyways, I was not wasting another minute of this beautiful morning thinking about those desperate and girls-who-get-on-my-nerves. The truth was I was Shaurya's wife. And if I am not wrong he had asked me to dance, he didn't have to, but he did. Maybe he felt something for me. This "maybe" is so exciting. Hmm, won't this be a romantic story I could tell my grandchildren, you see your grandpa and I had an arranged marriage, and then slowly we fell in love. Just the thought of Shaurya and I being in love gives me goose bumps, especially the part where I say, Shaurya is in love with me. *sigh*

By the way where is he? Normally he is right there, snoring away, not that he actually snores, but still I like to think that he does, it makes me feel less guilty for my noisy ways of sleeping. *ahem*cough*cough* Hmm, he really ought to give me his schedule or tell me before he decides to disappear, after all I am his wife. His better half. The love of his life. Did I go a little too far with the last line there? Okay I will stop. But with him gone it is the perfect chance for me to...

For me to' roll around in his o so silky bed. I have been wanting to do that since my first day here, just never got a chance. Oh, this feels so good, I never realized how good silk can feel against you skin. Rolling, rolling, and rolling some more.

"Having fun?" Comes Shaurya's deep voice.

Oh no! When did he come in? I was supposed to hear the door shut! I don't want to look at him. I tell you this guy has really bad timing! Always coming in at the wrong time! Always. If it were not for him I would not be put in such embarrassing situations. His bad timing and my bad luck, a great combination I tell you.

"Diya?"

Okay, obviously keeping my head buried in the pillow and hoping for him to go away is not going to work. I have to get out of bed. So I do.

"Good morning. I was not rolling around in your bed, if that is what you are thinking. I was just ' just ' err'" What could I be doing rolling around? "err' checking to see if 'the bed is strong? Yes! I mean just making sure it won't just break one of these days! You know two people sleep on it now." I look at him with the corner of my eye, hoping he believes me.

"That is a good idea. I mean with you on it now, there is good chance of that."

What? Had he just called me fat? Okay, I was anything but fat! That is it! Time to change the story I am going to tell my grandchildren, 'your grandpa was a great man, too bad he called me fat, otherwise he would have been alive today!' Now I understand why romantic stories turn into thrillers and murder mysteries in K-shows, because the man always says something wrong! Like Shaurya had just done. Prepare, prepare to die Shaurya!

"I am not fat!" I yell in protest.

"Okay, I never said you were!" Replies Shaurya in the calmest voice, like I was overreacting. Like I ever overreact!

"But ' you 'just '" argh! I could just pull my hair out! There is really no winning from this guy now is there. But that is okay, if my losing means his winning then I wish to always lose. Oh what a thought, so philosophical. I feel like the room has gone dark and there a spotlight shinning on me, as I say those words. I feel enlightened!

"Diya?"

God is that you, speaking to me?

"DIYA!"

"Huh?" I snap back to reality. "Oh it is you."

"What do you mean it is me? Who were you expecting? On second thought don't answer just go get ready."

"Why are we going somewhere?"

"My dad wants me to take you around and just show you our office and properties etc."

"Oh okay." How unexciting.

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"STOP!" The driver slammed on the brakes making Shaurya and I jerk forward.

I heard Shaurya say something to me but ignoring him I quickly got of the car and ran to the rescue of the cutest puppy in this whole wide world. He was a white as snow, as fluffy as a cloud and his fur o so soft. The poor thing was so scared, sitting in the middle of the busy road. Taking him in my arms, I climbed back into the car.

"Let's go driver." I said, still trying to ignore Shaurya, who was quiet obviously staring at me, waiting for me to explain to him what I was doing in his car, with a puppy. In my defence he was not just any puppy, he was a poor, lost, scared, homeless puppy.

"You are not bringing that home, my mother is allergic."

Uh oh, the-devil-reincarnated, opps, I mean my mother in law was allergic to puppies? But how could I leave the poor soul alone like that, and he was already so attached to me. I just couldn't do it. So I did what I anyone in my situation would do. I held the o so cute puppy up and spoke to Shaurya on his behalf.

"Please, please don't send me back. I promise I will be a very good baby." Yes, I said baby and not puppy. But just look at him he is the cutest thing ever. "Please, please please please'" I decided I would not stop saying please till he agreed.

"Okay!"

"Yes!" Placing my baby back in my lap, I continued, "don't worry Shaurya I will take great care of him, and he won't leave our 'I mean your room. He will never be in anyone's way." Now turning to my baby, "you will be a good boy won't you? Yes you will. Yes you will." I knew Shaurya still was watching me, I could feel his eyes on me. "Have you thanked your daddy yet? No you haven't, bad manners!" Speaking on my baby's behalf again, "Thank you daddy!" I waited for Shaurya to say something.

"You are welcome." Said Shaurya in a hesistant tone, quiet unlike his confident self.

"So what should we call our little cutie pie, baby."

"What?"

"His name?"

Shaurya just looked at me. My goodness men don't know anything. We had to give him a name, and I had the perfect name for him.

"Okay, we will call him Shadia!"

"What?"

"Yah, Shadia. It has both our name in it, Shaurya and Diya! A little more of my name though, since I will be taking care of him and since he obviously loves me more."

"You are really something Diya."

"Not something, someone!"

"Just make sure he doesn't go around running in the house, or my mom will have him thrown out before you can say, 'I am Shadia!'"

Was that a joke? Did Shaurya Singh just make a joke? Even though it was sort of lame, I still laughed. Shaurya had made a joke, and as a good wife I was suppose to laugh. Right? ...

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