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Khushi watched as Arnav awkwardly tried to balance the baby in his arms.

She could not help smiling. He was so endearingly awkward.

'Why doesn't he stop crying?' he asked

'He is the new angry young man. Junior ASR' she smiled

'But I am sure I never cried like this,' he said and then grinned and she grinned back.

'He is trying to look at Papa's face,' she said as the baby tried to blink up ar Arnav.

'He is?' Arnav looked wonderingly at the baby.

Her eyes misted at the sight of the two most special men in her life.

'So when are you coming home champ?' he asked the baby

He then turned to Khushi, 'You are coming right?' he asked uncertainly.

Khushi looked away biting her lips.

'I -----don't know Arnav. I am scared. I don't want the repeat of old scenes. The past still lies between us. I don't want our son to grow up in such an atmosphere.

You yourself said once that it would hurt you to know this is the grandson of Devesh Dubey,' Khushi said, hating the repeat of past mistakes. But she had to say it.

'khushi' he said incredulously,' How can you say that? How can you even think of walking away from me. I cannot live without you' he said.

'You know I cannot refuse you anything Arnav. But promise me you will not hurt me again,' she said

'I promise. I will never mention your Dad ever again. I won't even chide you for Di. I will never hurt you honey. You are the most important person in my life along with my little champ,' he said.

She gave him a wobbly smile that still showed fear.

Arnav wowed to remove all traces of the fear.

The day Raksh Singh Raizada came home from the hospital, the whole house was filled with celebrations.

The whole family was there.

Akash, Payal. Their little daughter, Nani, even Mami, Mamaji , NK and La and of course Anjali.

Khushi felt warm and happy at the welcome.

Raksh was passed around to all the people in the room.

Finally he threw a tantrum and he was back to his Mom's arms.

The day was filled with friends, family, bonding and love

Khushi was smiling to herself as she put the baby to sleep after nursing the baby.

'A penny for your thoughts,' Arnav said.

'I was thinking everyone is so happy' she smiled.

'Except me.' Arnav said.

'Why?' Khushi asked alarmed, wondering if she had made some mistakes.

'I feel neglected thanks to Champ, coming close to her.

'Mmm----how is that?' Khushi asked.

'Because his mom does not kiss his Dad the way she kisses him,' he said huskily bending down to kiss her.

'And?' she said blushing.

'His Mom does not want him to hold her like this' he said hugging her and bringing her close

'Or kiss her like this,' he said kissing her

'Or touch her like this,' he said touching the base of her neck and sliding his fingers down

'Or like this,' he murmured as passion overtook him, while he undid the buttons of her nursing gown

Khushi was lost to the feelings of his touch which she had yearned for all these days.

She felt her whole body was on fire.

As he undid her buttons and trailed his hands down her navel, he stopped at the scars and stretch marks.

Khushi who had her eyes closed in passion, gradually realized Arnav had stopped the caresses and kisses.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Arnav looking at her navel with a strange expression.

That is when she remembered her stitches and scars

She felt hurt.

Arnav thought she was ugly now?

Her perfect skin was now full of stretch marks and stitches

She felt ashamed.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she tried to pull her gown together.

But Arnav looked up then then and saw her tears

'What's wrong Khushi? Why are you crying?" he asked

'Nothing'

'There is something. Tell me''

'You think I am ugly don't you?'

'What?"

'Yes. You stopped kissing me when you reached my ---' her voice wobbled

'You crazy girl.

How could I ever find you ugly?

In fact you are more beautiful to me.

Those marks show that you bore my child.

You went through pain to bring our child into the world.

You gave me the most precious gift in my life.

You have made me the proudest Dad in the world.

Khushi the marks are not a pretty sight I admit.

But sweetheart, those marks are the marks of our true love and the result of our love.

And in my eyes you will always be the most beautiful woman on earth. My wife, who bore my child.

Perfect from head to toe

Perfect from inside too' he said

Khushi hugged him tightly

'So you don't mind it when you make love to me?' she asked

'Sweet heart I would have devoured you right now.

But the marks reminded me I need to handle you with care.

I had a tough time controlling myself.

And that is why you caught me staring at them,' he grinned.

'Oh! And I thought you do not want me,' she said shyly.

'Ok I know another way to prove how much I want you,' he said wickedly and for the rest of the night he proved it to her, till Raksh singh raizada stopped with a noisy hungry wail in an hour----------