ArHi FF: Kya pata kahaan hum Chale(Part 25last 112 - Page 66

Fabulous. I loved each and every chapter. They have literally gone through fire to find each other.😊😊😊😊😊

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it was a very beautiful n touching ending :)

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thanks for writting such a fabulus ss dear...:) loved it really:):):)

a fantastic conclusion to an amazing story! hope to read more of your work in the future

I loved it. Amazing FF. I always used to look forward to reading this. It was very well written. I am going to miss this. Thank you so much for writing this.

I am so happy that Arnav wanted the baby and didnt act all ASR-ish.. very nice update and a very thoughtful ending.. loved every bit of it.

Thank you everyone for reading my FF, for taking the trouble to press the like button and also commenting on it.
I have always appreciated all the comments for they inspired me to write. you won't believe how i initially used to refresh the page again and again to check out the number of likes and comments and then read the comments over and over again with a smile plastered on my face.

The epilogue is coming!

So some of you asked for an epilogue, here it is.

Epilogue

I, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, am on my way to the hospital. My husband is right beside me holding my hand, while Jijaji is driving and also trying to soothe his hyperventilating wife, yes my jiji, seriously is she having a baby or I? I can hear my husband curse the traffic of Delhi, he had wanted to take the helicopter but Di had talked some sense into his non-functional brain, he was clucking all over me like a mother hen! Though I got a bit flustered but I loved him for going all panicky, he looked so cute, so unlike the cool suave person he normally is. Have I told you how deeply, madly and completely in love I am with him? If you ask me, I can list a hundred reasons without pausing to think. He has been a tower of strength throughout the last eight months or so. He showed patience for both of us for I had none in between morning sickness and crazy cravings. Morning sickness, which by the way I have no idea why is called morning sickness for I vomited morning, noon and night. Oh sorry! Where was I? I have this habit of rambling on with whatever comes to my mind when I am tense. So I was telling you, my husband, Oh I still can't believe he is my husband, even when I am so utterly pregnant with his child, who is sometimes a child himself, what am I going to do with the two of them?

Here I go again!

So Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada has shown patience for the both of us, why you must be wondering! My mood swings, what else. It is so funny, my doctor told him that I might show some tantrums, may cry for no reason and have odd cravings at odd times! Clearly she didn't know the meaning of some!

For these past months, I have cried rivers in his arms blaming him for not loving me because I was fat, for not smiling back at me long enough and sometimes when he did smile long enough I had accused him of faking it.

And no, sorry if you have already started to sympathize with him let me clarify, he did lose his temper, the famous ASR way, and that too quite a few times. But, I am his wife and that's not a small feat in itself, I made him pay for it! All thanks to my pregnancy that gave me cravings for Gol gappay way past midnight and I made him rush out to get them in his tracks and vest not letting him change into a decent T-shirt. One particular day I can never forget, I had wiped off a huge pile of pakoras right after an aloo paratha and had belched like a cow, and that reminds me, he had suffered through my totally indecent belching everywhere, on the dinner table, in the bedroom, in the car, in the shops I had dragged him to buy stuff for our baby, initially his face used to go in the shock mode, and he'd say, "Unbelievable!" for he couldn't believe that sound came out of me. However, later on he got so used to it that it would bother him if I didn't burp out at least twice in front of him.

So the aloo paratha and pakora day, only half an hour later I started dreaming about bhel puri and of course my husband has to make all my dreams come true. He wanted Hari Parakash to go but I was adamant that he go and get them from this shop in Lakhshmi Nagar, because I wanted that bhel puri only. It was the month of May and you all know how pleasant the weather can be in Delhi. So after an hour my pati parmeshawar returned and proudly presented the bhel puri to me only to hear me sigh and inform him without any trace of regret that I no longer felt like having it. And, he took it bravely, not wincing even once but I do recall HP running around like a harried hen that day trying to fulfill Arnav's orders in due time.

There is so much to tell about these eight months, I think I can write the first volume of my memoirs when I come back. Until then just know that I am happy, this man has given a good beginning to our life together and I have a strong feeling it's going to extend over my lifetime. The road I know is not going to be smooth, we both hold on to our grounds firmly and that has led to sparks more often than naught and there are fireworks to come but we will hold our hands through all of them.

And yes, do you want to know why I decided to stay with him that night? Whatever had happened to Meghna was his past, a past he regretted, his present at that time was in front of me as I had sat astride him looking into his eyes. I had always loved his eyes, for they say more than he does and the pain written across those blazing almonds had told me a lot about the anguish and pain he had lived through. The breath he had held on to showed how ready he was for me to just get up and walk away, it would have pained him, but he wouldn't have forced me to continue living with him. So, I am in for better or for worse, in sickness and in health'''..

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It's 2 o'clock in the morning, I have just woken up as usual to make sure everyone is fine. Yes, everyone. Because my wife, Khushi, insists that our two kids also sleep with us. So, right now our king sized bed is as overpopulated as Mumbai, of course, my wife always turns up her nose at this comparison saying, you really have no idea what overpopulation is! What she doesn't know is that I grudge anyone that lies between the two of us, even if they be my own kids!

You must be wondering at the number 'two' that I have used for the demographic details of my room. Well, we have our daughter, Kalpana, whom we had officially adopted after the birth of our son. She is almost 1.5 years now and as much as I want to keep things equal, she is fast becoming my favorite. She''.she is a go getter, she won't just pout, like her mother, when I go away on urgent meetings, instead she wraps her arms tightly around my leg refusing to let go. Frankly, I like being wanted, I like the way she openly, unabashedly lays claim on my attention. Just like right now, when she is calmly sleeping on top of me, head resting on my chest, her little hands clutching my shirt. Looking at the peaceful expression on her face, it's hard to accept that she is the same Kalpana who runs around the house fearlessly, leaving the rest of the occupants with their hearts in throats lest she falls, for it has been 15 days only that she has started to walk. Or, the same Kalpana who cries like crazy when she doesn't get her own way, like two days ago she had her heart set on examining Laxmi's teeth and Khushi had forcefully pulled her hands out of the poor goat's mouth.And the ruckus she had created ... made me proud!

Oh, and my son, his name is Sameer and there are no gifts for guessing why? When I put my foot down against naming him after her favorite, she chose the name of one of the characters he had played in some god forsaken movie!

I cannot forget the moment when I held him for the first time in my arms, and fell in love with him. Sameer, Khushi says, has my eyes and I think he has her smile, affectionate and open. I love to watch him going to sleep, one moment his eyes are wide open and the next he simply goes to sleep. I hope that in loving him and Kalpana, I can redeem myself for the child I lost so many years ago.

And now, I'll catch a bit of sleep before Khushi wakes up for her round. For she will the rearrange the population distribution, Sameer in his cot, Kalpana on the other side fortressed between pillows and she will then comfortably settle with her head on my chest, arm across my torso and a leg flung over mine. She does this whenever we have had an argument, this is her way of showing that all is well, while I, well I am a bit more expressive when I have to do the same, just that we have to use the guest room.