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So if I ask nicely... will you give an early update? Please... pretty please...



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August, 1947

Delhi, India


She sat at the edge of her seat, her eyes trained on the stage in front of her. Her heart thrummed in her wrist.


The air was heady with anticipation as she waited, people milling around, glancing at their wristwatches even as they made small talk. The faint murmur of their conversations held a sense of suspended nervousness, a fear of breaking the fragile dream that was just within their grasp.


It was as if saying it would break the spell, make it disappear.


She took a long breath, a thrill spreading through her.


She could scarcely believe that it was true herself.


She glanced at the clock once more, sighing impatiently.


"You checked the clock thirty seconds ago, Khushi, time does not move that quickly."


Arnav said wryly, sitting down next to her. The little boy in his arms squirmed, his curly hair sticking up in all directions as he reached out for her. She smiled widely, taking him into her arms.


"What is this, Shashi? I just combed your hair and it's already..."


She spoke to their two year old, fruitlessly running her hand over his head in an attempt to smooth out the unruly curls. He gave her an unrepentant, toothy grin, her own eyes reflected back at her.


"Mama!"


Shashi cried, and Khushi bent down touch her nose to his. Arnav watched as she talked to their son, a fond smile overtaking his features as she tickled Shashi, eliciting childish giggles.


Another member of the INC came up to talk to her. The man gave him a curt nod before directing his attention to Khushi, speaking in low tones. He recognized Indrajit Roy, a man well known for his influence in the organization. Indrajit gave her his full attention, never once interrupting her while she was speaking.


She had changed, he realized.


She had always been beautiful, but there was a newfound maturity in her features, an irrepressible elegance. Her fiery spirit remained, but she knew how to wield it to her advantage, choosing her words carefully. She had earned her influence, winning the hearts of the greatest committee of leaders in India through her compassion and integrity.


He couldn't help the pride that filled him as he took in the respect she was given at the meeting. Here, it was Khushi's stage.


He was so proud of her.


She pressed a loud kiss to Shashi's cheek as Indrajit walked away, glancing back up at Arnav as she adjusted him in her lap.


She stilled at the look on his face, his gaze trained on her and Shashi. His hard jaw had softened, his eyes warm he sat down next to them. It never failed to leave her breathless, even after five years of meeting his gaze to find that expression.


"When is Nehruji speaking?"


Arnav asked, nodding at the stage as he handed Shashi a toy.


"They're saying at midnight. Did Shashi sleep at home? He doesn't look sleepy... and it's 11:45, he sleeps through the night now."


"He slept just before we arrived here, but woke up."


She smiled at him, and he could sense her unbridled excitement.


"He must have sensed it."


Arnav rolled his eyes, but he was unable to keep himself from smiling with her. The atmosphere swelled with a contagious mix of excitement and impatience, and he was powerless to resist its draw.


He glanced at the clock, sending his gaze back to Khushi when he heard her snicker.


"Time does not move that quickly, Arnavji."


She said with a grin, catching his gaze. They smiled at each other as he reached out and squeezed her hand, feeling her pulse against his fingers.


They turned their eyes back to the stage, watching as men in crisp, white kurta pyjamas walked back and forth. Their speeches ceased to hold attention as the audience waited for Nehruji, the future prime minister of the new country of India.


"Can you believe it?"


She asked, reaching around Shashi to clap politely.


"No."


Arnav said dryly. She gave him a look and he shrugged, flashing her a devastating grin. At 31, her husband was just as handsome was when he had walked into Delhi from London five years back, the cynicism about his homeland remaining.


She traced his profile with her eyes, following the faint lines that had begun to appear around his mouth and eyes, the sharp angle of his nose.


He turned to look at her, and she flushed as he caught her mid stare. He held her gaze for a long moment, his eyes sweeping across her face with a tenderness she had come to cherish, that he saved just for them.


He had changed, she realized.


Even with his continued defense of the British Raj, she knew India had made a place in his heart. The venom that had seeped into their arguments over the British Raj was gone, replaced by a teasing banter.


He never would have accompanied her here when he had first arrived.


And yet, here he was, playing with their son as they waited on Nehruji's speech declaring India to be a free, sovereign nation.


His face had softened, a calm confidence residing in him. He hadn't lost the sarcasm or the imposing facade, but the harsh, unforgiving man had disappeared, leaving the man she loved deeply.


They both had changed, she thought, a soft smile on her face.


Silence swept over the room as the tall, dignified man stepped up to the mike, tapping it lightly. She glanced at the clock, and her heart stopped for a moment. She drew a deep breath, excitement bubbling over.


12 AM.


The mike squeaked and then settled, as if it knew what was coming. He took a deep breath, nodding at the room before speaking.


"Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially.


At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.


It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity..." *( Jawaharlal Nehru, Tryst with Destiny, August 15, 1947)


He continued. He held the audience captive with his eloquence, with a graceful dignity that drew everyone to listen. He leaned forward and the audience leaned with him, holding their breath as he spoke, not wanting to shatter the moment. She felt almost suspended in the moment, his voice floating out to them.


Even the men in uniform that stood proudly behind him with crisply tied turbans broke their stance to listen, their happiness betrayed by the sheen in their eyes.


"... we have hard work ahead. There is no resting for any one of us till we redeem our pledge in full, till we make all the people of India what destiny intended them to be.


We are citizens of a great country, on the verge of bold advance, and we have to live up to that high standard. All of us, to whatever religion we may belong, are equally the children of India with equal rights, privileges and obligations. We cannot encourage communalism or narrow-mindedness, for no nation can be great whose people are narrow in thought or in action.


To the nations and peoples of the world we send greetings and pledge ourselves to cooperate with them in furthering peace, freedom and democracy."


He paused, letting his message sink in as he looked out at his audience. She saw the slight tension in his brow and felt a shiver creep up her spine, reminded of the religious tensions that had pinned neighbors against each other.


His voice held a quiet plea, asking them to look beyond the communal violence that threatened to rip this new country apart just as soon as it had formed. He entreated them to join him as a unified body, to put aside their differences to build a country for everyone.


Their country.


He took a deep breath, pride in his eyes as he spoke his final words.


"And to India, our much-loved motherland, the ancient, the eternal and the ever-new, we pay our reverent homage and we bind ourselves afresh to her service. Jai Hind."


He lifted the tricolored flag, the cloth rippling as it fanned out. Khushi felt the powerful surge of pride as the audience stood up as one, his last words ringing in the room as he stepped back from the podium to raucous applause.


She felt Arnav's hand slide between hers, and looked up at him. He could see the tears glistening in her eyes as she smiled, and he squeezed her hand, balancing Shashi against his hip.


Khushi leaned over, nuzzling her nose against Shashi's cheek as she rested against Arnav.


"You're an Indian, Shashi."


She whispered, running a hand over his head. She looked back up at Arnav, meeting his gaze. He shook his head with a smile, and she nodded, turning to a member of the INC who had come to speak to her.


He glanced at his son, solemn hazel eyes looking back up at him. He dropped a kiss on Shashi's forehead, the corners of his lips turning up as he spoke.


"Did you hear what your mother said? You're an Indian, Shashi."


*********


He slipped in next to her the next week, leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek. She looked up at him briefly with a smile, going back to her notebook as she scribbled furiously. He grabbed the book off the side table, flipping through the pages as he mentally berated himself for forgetting to note down the page number again.


"Did Shashi sleep?"


She asked, finally leaning back to look at him properly. He nodded, closing his own book.


"He slept off immediately. I think the excitement of the celebrations of this past week have exhausted him."


"I was wondering why I wasn't spending as much time chasing after him with a plate..."


She said wryly, earning a laugh from Arnav. They sat for a moment, just looking at each other.


She drew a long, satisfied breath, a smile playing on her lips.


"Can you believe it? India is finally free."


He couldn't help but smile back, her face alight with happiness.


"We're free."


He said simply. It did feel good, he grudgingly admitted to himself, tasting the word on his lips.


"Yes we are."


She said, gazing at him.


"Thank you."


She reached over and placed a hand on his, drawing his gaze up to hers. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.


"For what?"


"For... letting me do this. For being with me through this. For supporting me, never losing faith in me, even when I lost faith in myself."


She shrugged, her eyes soft.


"For being my husband."


He took her in, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, long strands falling around her face. He pulled her in for a kiss, his heart brimming with love for her. His hands reached for the bun, pulling it loose and letting her hair cascade around his fingers.


"Arnav."


She berated him half heartedly, his name becoming a soft moan when his teeth grazed the skin beneath her ear. She reluctantly pushed at his body, pulling away from him even as he groaned in displeasure.


"Wait, I wanted to say something."


He stilled, hearing how serious she was. She regarded him for a long moment, her mouth opening to say something but then closing again.


"Is something wrong?"


He questioned, concerned. She shook her head, flashing him a quick smile.


"No, no, not at all. It's just that..."


She hesitated, her gaze darting away before it settled on him once more. She stared off at a distant point, her expression conflicted.


"Khushi?"


She silently reached over to the side table and opened the drawer. She handed a letter to him, and he contemplated for a minute before opening it, beginning to read as she spoke.


"This came in the mail the other day. It's from the company you used to work for, asking if you would be willing to join them again."


He glanced up at her, and she smiled.


"And I think you should say yes."


He slowly set the letter down, holding her gaze. He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression inscrutable.


"I've been thinking about it for a long time, Arnav. Ever since we got confirmation that independence was happening, and then this letter came in the mail and I..."


She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze.


"I've been thinking, and... I realized that you never went back to London."


He stiffened, his heart pounding in his ears. She didn't wait, continuing.


"You've always supported me, and my dreams, and you gave up the job you wanted, the life you had dreamed of for me, and..."


She took his hands in hers, exhaling slowly.


"Now that India has independence, I want to move to England."


He froze.


The words hovered in the air. She cleared her throat nervously as Arnav stared at her blankly, unable to form words. There was a long silence before he shook his head, baffled.


"What?"


His voice was dangerously quiet. She winced as he stared at her incredulously. Anger flashed across his face, his jaw tight.


"What sort of bullshit is this? Some self sacrificial mission you've come up with to pay me back? This isn't you, and I don't want you to change because you think I want this or that. I'm your husband Khushi, and you don't have to move to England to... to... pay me back for staying in India."


His voice was laced with hurt as he tried to move away. She grasped his hands tightly, entreating him to look at her.


"Hear me out."


He stared at her with hard eyes for a heavy moment, before finally relaxing. She sighed with relief.


"India has independence. And... that's what I've wanted to see for years, and I finally, finally had the satisfaction of seeing her free."


He waited as she collected her thoughts, his face drawn tightly.


"I wanted to see a free India, and I have been able to see that. I want this. You would finally be able to take that job you've always wanted."


"And what about Ma and Papa?"


"Anju and Aman would be here to take care of them."


"So we would just leave them here?"


She flinched at his harsh tone, taken aback. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.


"I just... I'm stunned right now. You were so averse to moving, you don't even like the British and all of a sudden, you want to... move to England?"


"Arnav, you stayed in India because you knew I didn't want to move. Why can't I do the same for you?"


He threw up his hands in frustration.


"Because it's ridiculous! We have Ma and Papa here, we have Anju and Aman, you've worked hard to see a free India and now you want to leave?"


Khushi shook her head, forcing herself to take a deep breath.


"I wanted to see a free India. That was my dream! I want you to be able to feel this too, this sense of... sense of satisfaction at achieving what you've wanted for so long."


"You're sacrificing what you've worked hard for, for years, for me to pursue going to England, the country that was your adversary?"


"You sacrificed what you had worked for when you married me."


She pointed out. He gritted his teeth, his anger brimming over.


"That isn't the point, Khushi! I don't want us to move to the other side of the world for some stupid idea you've gotten in your head because you feel guilty that I stayed here with you. I stayed here because I wanted to, because my family is here, because you are here. You have no reason to feel guilty."


"I don't feel guilty Arnav!"


He gave her a disbelieving look and she sighed, pursing her lips. She breathed in, calming herself down.


"Arnav, I want you to pursue your dreams. It isn't about sacrifice, or paying you back, or any of that. I want you to have what you've given me, a chance to realize what you have always wanted."


She took his hands in hers, looking at him earnestly.


"I want you to have that, Arnav. Why can't I want that for you?"


He gave her a long look, remaining silent. She sighed, staring at his stiff form. She touched his hand.


"Just consider it, okay? I will support you no matter what you decide."


He glanced at her, and she gave him a warm smile. She kissed him softly, before leaning over to turn off the light as she laid down, quickly falling asleep.


Arnav stared at her sleeping figure, the letter still clutched in his hands. He read it again, the neatly typed words swimming in front of his eyes.


He set the letter to the side, leaning his head against the wall as he exhaled slowly.


He had wanted this for so long.


And now he could finally have it.


Why wasn't he jumping at the opportunity then?


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Khushi didn't bring the topic up again. She stepped back, allowing him space to think about it. But despite her efforts, he could tell she was impatient, giving him poignant looks when she thought he wasn't looking.


He shook his head, laughing wryly.


His wife wouldn't know subtlety if it hit her in the head as a brick.


He looked out at the gardens beneath him, staring at the rose bushes. They were blooming once more, the dark green dotted with vibrant hues of pink.


If they moved to England, they would have to leave the bushes behind.


And what would happen to this house?


There was no way Ma and Papa could take care of this alone.


But Anju and Aman would help them with the upkeep of this house, and it wasn't as if the gardener didn't take care of the roses...


He let out a huff of frustration, irritated. He had been going back and forth like this for nearly ten days. He was torn between two countries that had come to hold equal parts of his heart.


He brought the letter up to his eyes, reading it for what seemed like the millionth time. The paper was crumpled and the ink slightly smudged, but the perfunctory British tone was ever present.


He stared at it for a long moment before letting his arm drop back to his side, the paper still in his hands.


Why was this decision so hard?


Khushi was practically telling him to move their family to England and yet... there was something holding him back.


It should have been simple and clean cut. Five years ago, he would have taken this and never looked back.


"Wonderful, Anju. It's so much cleaner there, so much more well organized. There's none of this corruption, and everyone follows the rules. Everyone is so respectful, elegant, and well spoken."


He distinctly remembered what he had said to Anju when he had come back five years ago, so proud of England.


Suddenly, her voice interrupted, sharp and disapproving. He smiled slightly, recalling the obvious disdain on her face, her eyes flashing as she pinned him with her face.


"Five years abroad, and you forget your roots? Don't forget, you too are Indian."


"I respect class and real culture. Not this random culture' you claim to have, with your street peddlers selling fake Persian rugs."


He flinched unwittingly, surprised by how harsh his words sounded to him today. He had come to grudgingly appreciate the vibrancy of India.


There was a charm to it, one that he would never find in England.


But England did have everything he had mentioned that day. It was organized, a society of poise.


He fingered the letter, swallowing tightly. He was reminded of a younger Arnav from almost ten years ago, nervously fingering the letter of acceptance he had received from Oxford as he waited to travel.


He had always wanted this job. It would put him at the top of English society.


He closed his eyes, picturing the life he had left. He had worked so hard to earn their respect, proving himself again and again.


He deserved this job.


But...


He opened his eyes, looking down and catching sight of Khushi and Shashi. Their small forms were leaned over a rose bush, and Shashi shrieked with laughter when she deftly plucked a rose off and ran it across his cheeks, tickling him.


He smiled, watching as she swung the little boy up into her arms, her face bright with happiness. She turned suddenly, placing Shashi down as she helped his father into a rocking chair, with Shashi immediately scrambling up into his lap.


Arnav stared at the scene, his eyes suddenly prickling with tears. Ashok was telling Shashi a story, the wrinkles on his face fading as he indulged his grandson.


If they moved to England, Shashi would grow up without knowing his grandparents.


The thought sank into Arnav's mind, and he took a long breath, raising his eyes.


He would never know his culture, forced to assimilate into another society. He wouldn't understand the lengths his mom had gone to for freedom from the very country he was living in. He would never smell the spicy scent of chai wafting from the chai wala, tinged with a faint note that crinkled one's nose.


He wouldn't experience the thousands of cultures that made India what it was, every person speaking a different language, eating different foods, and yet... a culture that was somehow unified.


Arnav looked back down at his family, his mind playing back the words his father had said to him time and time again.


"If something feels wrong, it most likely is wrong."

He watched as Shashi ran over to the roses, bringing one up to his grandfather's nose as Khushi and Sakshi watched on in amusement. His mouth pulled up in a smile, his heart warming as he took in his family.


He knew what he wanted.


He turned away from the terrace and descended down the stairs. His heart felt lighter than it had in two weeks, satisfied with his choice.


Khushi turned to looked at him when he came up behind her, tilting her head curiously. He placed a hand on her back, leaning down to whisper in her ear.


"This is home."


He said simply. He heard her sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widened as his words sank in, blinking back tears. He shrugged, smiling at her as he reached out to brush the tears away.


"This is home, Khushi."


She nodded slowly, her face breaking into a smile. She leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around her waist, her head on her shoulder as they watched Shashi run around Sakshi and Ashok, babbling animatedly.


Arnav and Khushi looked at each other again. He slid his hand into Khushi's, smiling when he felt her reciprocal squeeze as his fingers filled the spaces between hers.


This was home.


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Edited by chotidesi - 10 years ago
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Note: And so, the question that has lingered for this whole story is finally answered! I hope this ending was fitting for the journey.


This story has been quite a journey for me. I first pictured this story before Do Deewane, sometime last year. It is incredibly difficult to end something that has been with you for that long. This is so bittersweet for me. It is my longest story, and has been by far the most difficult to write- but it is all worth it, because of you. Every writer says this- and there is no statement more true. The reactions of the readers give the words life. Your comments have meant the world to me, and I can't thank you all enough.


Resistance would not have happened without these women- this story is dedicated to you guys. You are my biggest cheerleaders, my always there editors, and my sisters in every sense of the word. I am so glad I found you.


Di, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you have been a part of this journey. You were the first one I told about this story, and I whined to you for *hours*. You've been there for everything, and despite your busy schedule, whenever I call, you're there. I love your protectiveness of me, your challenges, and your ability to make me giggle even when I'm on the verge of throwing something at my damn computer. I can just see you cheering for me like that GIF, and that is more than enough to bring the biggest smile to my face.


Ruchi, my real life Princess- you are my heroine. You've been my calm, level-headed rock of support. Your reassurance and gentle insistence, your warm, squishy hugs and your never-ending patience has meant so much to me. Your comments make me all gooey inside- they're so beautifully said. I love your songs, your contagious warmth, and your overwhelming love. I love you so much, Rani.


Mira, you are my voice of honesty. You pushed me to be better than I am, to always challenge myself and make this story the best that I could. You never let me give up- and that means so much to me. These chapters would not be the same without your input. Thank you, for daring me to try to get out of my comfort zone, for encouraging me to put my hammer away.


And that, is where I will leave you with this story. Thank you for your comments, your likes, and for giving me faith in this story. I hope you enjoyed the journey!


I don't currently have another story in mind. But if I do, I promise I will come back. Maybe I will dabble in some original fiction I don't know, but I will not say never. But I hope you all will join me for that one too. It's wherever life takes me! I am ever grateful for your support. I am going to try to respond to you all individually, but I apologize if it takes me a lot of time to get through them!


As always, please follow @ipkchotidesi on Twitter or PM me your email for update notifications, and let me know what you think with a like or a comment!


Lots and lots and lots of love, hamesha,

Choti.

Edited by chotidesi - 10 years ago
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Awww my baccha... so so so proud! And yes that GIF is exactly how excited I am for you finishing this journey so perfectly. So proud of you!


What a way to end it... five years later. Khushi following her dream with the support from her family, but more so her husband. He proved it... if there were more men like him women can achieve so much. Bravo for that life lesson! 👏


And the image of little Shashi going from his father to mother is now in mind. What a perfect little family. Actually this entire update, I could see it playing out. The way they sat impatiently waiting for the speech to start, the speech itself... those words that have gone down in history. Something we take for granted... all put together so eloquently. Stunning... breathtaking!


And then we have Khushi ready to make the move she once thought would never happen in her lifetime. She was ready, and will always be ready. This shows the unconditional support that only comes with true, selfless love. I am just so proud of her... that touched my heart, baby!

But in end, "This was home." And indeed it is. What Arnav went through to come to conclusion, was so heartfelt. And it will be one he will never regret. Because where his family is, that's home!


My baccha, you have done an excellent job with this not so easy journey. Your excelled writing the updates week after week, the growth for me apparent. But what I love and admire about you, is your commitment. There are many that one would easily give up, but you didn't. For that truly, take a bow. You deserve it dammit!

And whatever comes next, will prove to pataka... though as your big sister, I demand you to take a break and enjoy your freedom this summer. Otherwise I will fly over and kick your ass, which you know I am capable of doing...😉


This was perfect story by a perfect young lady that will go far in this world.


Yours only,
Di
Edited by Chokri_ASR - 10 years ago
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A happy and sad and above all proud res!


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Choti, such an elegantly simple yet deeply profound way to end this wonderful journey. A realisation that "This is home". Yeh desh mera apna hain, yeh log mere apne hain.

His support for Khushi was so wonderful to see. I loved how ultimately they are truly there for the other. How she gives him the space to follow his dream, to see for himself where his happiness lies. His admiration and unstinting support of his wife was inspirational. The way they respect each other. Something they also imbued from having such wonderful examples in their life - Ashok and Sakshi.

Reading Nehruji's speech is goosebumps inducing each and every time. The hopes, the sentiments, as powerful today as they were then. You wrote Khushi's emotions so beautifully here. The deep pride with which she says to her son "You're an Indian" knowing the toil and torment it's taken to get to be able to say those words.

You, my love, have done a brilliant job with this story. It's been an utter delight seeing you bring this era to life with your beautifully woven words. Seeing you challenge yourself and emerging stronger. Making me burst with pride (yes I'm ajeeb that way :p)And now go and do as Jigs has told you to! Enjoy your summer!

Love and squishy hugs hamesha,

Ruchi


Edited by Arshi67 - 10 years ago
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This is home 👏 and this shows the change in the man. The guy who was ever practical is now taking decisions from heart. The proud husband who have sacrificed his dreams to fulfill his wives dream👍🏼 Choti I fell in love with your Arnav yet again.

Your Khushi too is strong and did everything to achieve her dream. She fought well and I am glad that she had all the support and love from her husband.

A perfect ending with a twist where Arnav in sort is sacrificing his dreams rather Khushi⭐️

I was glad to be the part of this Resistance and all the best for all future work/study😃
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Thank you Jigs for the headsup. 🤗

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Choti, congrats on the completion of this wonderful story. 👏

I feel so proud of you dear. 🤗

Every time you leave me in awe as to how a 18 year old who has grown up in the west can imagine and visualise how the mood was during the pre independence era and on that historic day of 15th August 1947.


I loved how you ended the story coinciding with the historic date of Indian Independence day.

It was such a proud moment for every Indian and Khushi's pride was eminent when she told her son that he is an Indian now.

Arnav's growth as a person, as a character was so beautiful and heartfelt in this story.

Arnav's journey in this story as a guy who was chasing a hollow dream like a wild goose chase to the guy who realised that home is where heart is, soul is, roots are and where loved ones live, was really amazing and so realistic and heart touching.

And Khushi as that women who showed him the real values of life was also such an inspirational character.

Finally how can I end my last comment without a song dedicated to Arnav, Khushi and our Motherland.



[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGpd1V8YYT0[/YOUTUBE]
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Choti dear, thank you for this lovely, beautifully scripted story. So sad that it's come to an end, so looked forward to an update every week and the gentle chipping away of Arshi's resistance. Loved all the characters...especially the strong and determined Khushi and the strong and loving Arnav who exhibited such selflessness and maturity in the end, and little Shashi that they together created.
Wish you the very best. Enjoy the summer, relax and come back energized with another riveting tale...we'll be right here waiting for you...love and hugs.
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Cannot miss the spot of page 1 this time..
Thank you Jigs!
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When the journey is so good the end always figures out a way to fit into the routine perfectly.

What I liked the most was how life's full circle was in full view, with only the views of individuals switching. It is interesting how she has become some of him and he has become some of her. I guess, that is what a perfect pairing comes down to😃.

I also liked the contrast of how all the early chapters, the focus was more on each other with others playing the sideline roles. And now, it is how the others have played or playing a major role between them. Another perfect contrast of a perfect epilogue.

Before I forget, the independence was another perfect pairing for all the resistance that they have been through. Khushi's warming up to England and Arnav's warming up to India was another perfect pairing and finally, I liked the way you set it up without even saying - you can have houses everywhere but home is where you have the people you need. We are all glad Arshi found their house and home and you are so right wherever there are hearts beating for you, no matter the place, you can always call it "This is home".

Story or no story for now, I am sure the longer the wait, that much better the next story will be. Will be waiting for the next journey together. Will wait for that, even if its hamesha...
Edited by bhavali4RR - 10 years ago
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Posted: 10 years ago
Awesome ending dear 😛loved it 😃
Edited by divya_divs - 10 years ago

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