PART B
"Khushi, where are you?" I heard Arnav speak from the living room.
I was in our room with Rick. He was not talking to anyone because Nivi had scolded him.
"Please talk to me.", I said to him and he shook his head negative.
"Please baby, you know I love you.", a small smile appeared on his little face.
I could hear Arnav's voice in the background calling out my name.
"You love me too?" I asked Rick and he nodded with a smile.
"I knew it and I love you so much too baby, more than anyone in the world."
"Rick, your mom is calling you." Arnav said walking into the room.
"I won't go." Rick said hugging me. Arnav stood dumbstruck as I rolled my eyes at him.
"No baby, you don't have to."
"Really?" he asked me with a lot of expectation.
"Really and now I'll take you out." I said and waved at Arnav before exiting the room.
"Aren't you spending more than necessary time with that guy?" Arnav asked me when I entered the room later.
"Which guy?"
"Don't act dumb Khushi. I'm talking about Rick."
"Come on Arnav, he's a kid."
"No kid can keep my wife away from me."
"You sure?" I asked.
"Of course. You are mine and I don't like sharing you with others whoever that might be."
"Really, even if it is your own flesh and blood?"
"Yea, even if it is my ow...WHAT? What did you just say?"
"What do you think I said?"
"Well, you don't mean what I think do you?"
"That depends on what you think. You tell me and I'll tell you if you are right or not."
"I think I might get promoted to a post that starts and ends in d'." Arnav said his eyes popping out in disbelief and surprise with each word coming out of his own mouth.
I smiled instead of giving him an answer. I expected a hug or a kiss, but Arnav being Arnav threw my expectations right out the window. My husband FAINTED!!!
My whole group of family and friends arrived home soon knowing Arnav fainted.
"So bro, can you explain this reaction?" Rishabh asked when Arnav opened his eyes.
"I am sorry. I got over excited." he said.
"You are sorry?" Anya asked the question shocking the gathering.
"I didn't mean that."
"Oh come on Arnav, are you that weak? We could have understood if she had fainted." Rohan said referring to me.
The wicked glint in everyone's eyes spelled that Arnav was doomed with truck-loads of teasing worth a lifetime. Well, I can't blame them. Even I was thinking about all the fun I could have pulling his leg about his reactions.
So the she' about whom we were referring to earlier is none other than our baby girl Aarti.
Here I am thinking about what to do on the day of a cricket match. Either I can leave my daughter in her aunt's care and go to watch the match or I can stay with Arnav's most prized man of the series trophy, Aarti, well at least that is what Arnav likes to refer to her. What can I say, she's got her dad hooked to her so much that at times I feel like a third-wheel and I am the one having to learn to share Arnav with her.
But the problem with staying home with her is that all my hopes of catching even a glimpse of the match would go down the drain. My daughter hates cricket. The two year old starts crying when I put it on.
"Have you made your decision?" Nivi asked me as I joined her in the kitchen.
"I am staying behind."
"And missing you husband lift the trophy?"
Ok I forgot to mention, my husband is now the captain of team India.
"Yeah, I would pass. I won't be able to handle my daughter if I return after seven or ten hours."
"So does that mean I can go?" she asked me hopefully.
"Sorry dear, the answer is NO. You'll stay behind with us."
"Okay."
I heard my daughter cry. I went to her leaving Nivi in the kitchen.
"Khushi, where are you?" Arnav asked me over the phone.
"Arnav, sorry, I'm not coming."
"What? But why?"
"Your daughter doesn't want me to. She is crying. I don't think she's gonna stop anytime soon."
I put the phone on speaker. Arnav started cooing to daddy's little angel' and within moments Aarti was giggling and trying to grab the phone from me saying Da..da..'.
The match was in its last few overs and India needed 18 runs to from the last over to ensure a clean sweep. Arnav and Rishabh were on the crease.
"Khushi, come here. Your husband is gonna hit it hard." I head Nivi call out from her room.
I was in the TV room with my daughter watching Tom & Jerry. She was happily depriving me of dose of cricket, the little she- devil. It's a mystery how Aarti, born into the family of cricket-addicts turned out to hate cricket. Even Rick loves to flaunt his very own little cricket bat from time to time, though he had not yet developed the patience to sit through a whole cricket match. He was now sitting next to us watching the cartoons. Liam too had joined us a little while before.
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