Learning The Alphabet... Arshi Style! [COMPLETED] - Page 39

Originally posted by: kenny_Arhi

This FF is simply amazing!

I mean WOW alphabets never sounded so cute till i read this masterpiece of urs!

I read this at one go Loved loved each and every chappie of this FF!

Ure an amazing writer dear and i hope ti read more from u!

Idk how i didn't come across this earlier and i'm sad that the next one is the last😔

Now that the alphabets are over, you could start with the numbers😆We will all love it

"Shh!"

His eyes widened at his crazy wife who was hiding behind the couch on all fours in the living room. Some things were never going to change...

"Aap bhi chhup jaaiyye na!" Khushi hissed. (You must hide too!)

"What? No way!" he grimaced.

Nonetheless, she grabbed his hand and pulled him down, to his knees beside her as she peeked before ducking again. Arnav smirked at her.

"Tum kya kar rahi ho, Khushi?" (What are you doing, Khushi?)

Sulking, she lifted a glass of milk in front of his face. "Yeh dekhiye! Humne iss mein chocolate bhi milaaya, lekin usse nahin peena. Kahin chhup gaya hai. Sochta hai bach jaayega. Issi liye hum bhi chhup gaye. Humein pata hai ke yeh ramanchi hai, lekin karna hi padega. Ab voh jaise hi bahar aayega, hum usse pakad leinge!" (See! I even added chocolate to it, but he won't won't drink. He's hidden somewhere. He thinks he will escape. That's why I'm hiding. I know this is cheating, but I have to do it. As soon as he comes out, I'll catch him!)

He chuckled. "Kahaan hai voh abhi?" (Where is he now?)

"Humein kya pata?" she frowned. "Hai to voh humaara Sanka Governor, lekin bilkul aap hi ke jaisa hai! Aap hi ko pata hoga!" (How will I know? He is my Sanka Governor, but he's just like you! You should know!)

"Fine," he took the glass from her. "I'll find him and make him drink it. But meri ek shart hai..." (...But I have a condition...)

"Haww! Aap kabhi nahin sudhreinge!" Khushi smacked his arm. "Kabhi kabhi humein aisa lagta hai, jaise humaare do nahin, balki teen bacche hai!" (Haww! You will never change! Sometimes I feel that I don't have just two, but three children!)

Arnav pursed his lips and nodded innocently. "Hmm... Kabhi kabhi mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta hai." (Hmm... I also get that impression sometimes.)

She gawked as he got to his feet.

"Ab tum jaao," he reassured her. "Main sambhaal lounga." (Now go, I'll handle this.)

His wife gave him a bright smile and he helped her up too.

"Hum Kavni ko dekh kar aate hain," she said. (I'll se Kavni.)

Arnav started to go but she was still holding his hand. He quirked his eyebrows questioningly and she hastily pulled his head down to press a quick kiss on his prickly cheek before taking off. Grinning, he shook his head and went his own way.

***

"Armaan Pranav Singh Raizada."

The little boy jumped and turned around to find his father sitting behind him. His eyes grew wide with fear. Arnav almost laughed. And Khushi thought their son was like him? This expression was so typically hers.

And as if my co-incidence, he was meeting the boy under a table, the dining room table to be more precise; and if his memory was correct, the first time he had seen Khushi in his office, she had been under his office desk, right? Armaan bit his index stressfully while Arnav looked at him with a serious expression.

"Tum mujhe bata sakte ho ke tum yahaan table ke neeche kya kar rahe ho?" (Can you tell me what you are doing here under the table?)

The five-year old pouted naively at his father. "Mamma se chhup raha houn," he mumbled. (Hiding from Mamma.)

Arnav narrowed his eyes, letting a small smile slide across his lips. "Mamma se ya doodh se?" (From Mamma or milk?)

After a thoughtful silence, his son tilted his head. "Milk se." (From milk.)

He chuckled, understanding the boy's plight. He still had a deep distaste for milk; it rooted from his childhood. But he knew it was good for health and anyway, he had promised Khushi.

"Tumhein Papa ki tarha bada banna hai, na?" he asked softly, pulling Armaan on his lap. The boy nodded sincerely. "Tumhein pata hai, Papa ne bada banne ke liye kya kiya?" He shook his head in negation this time. "He drank lots of milk, beta! To agar tumhein bhi Papa ke jaise bada aur strong banna hai, to tumhein bhi vahi karna hoga, na? Ab chalo, zidd mat karo." (You want to grow up like Papa? Do you know what Papa did to grow up like this? [...] So if you want to become big and strong like Papa you'll have to do the same, right? Okay come one, don't be stubborn.)

Arnav handed him the glass. He glanced at it uncertainly, then eagerly grabbed it and gulped everything down.

***

"Thank you, Mamma! Aap nahin hoti, to yeh hindi ka homework hum kabhi nahin kar paate!" (...If you weren't here, I would never have been able to do this hindi homework!)

Khushi hugged her daughter with a smile. "Hum hain, na?" (I am here, aren't I?)

"Mamma!" A little blurry figure stormed in the room and latched his arms around Khushi's neck while she and Kavni were sitting on the bed. Laughing, Khushi hugged Armaan too.

"Aapne apna doodh piya?" she demanded sternly. He nodded with and earnest face, making his mother pinch his plump cheeks. "Har baar Papa ke manaane ke baad hi peete ho, na? Hum jaante the! Aap dono bhai-behen apne Papa se zyaada pyaar karte hain!" Khushi said with a pout, pretending to be upset. (Did you drink your milk? You only drink after your papa has persuaded you, right? I knew it! You brother and sister love your Papa more!)

At once, her children sprang on her to hug her harder and each kissed her on the cheeks, only to be interrupted by someone clearing his voice. Khushi stopped laughing and the kids looked up too. Arnav was leaning against the doorframe grimly, his arms crossed.

"Sab dekha maine," he said reproachfully. "Aur suna bhi." (I saw and heard everything.)

Kavni and Armaan eyed their mother carefully. When she grinned her approval at them, they both squealed and ran forward to love-bomb their father.

***

"...And they live happily ever after," he concluded.

But when he looked up, the three of them were already asleep. Arnav chuckled and closed the storybook to watch them for a moment. Khushi had her arm draped over the children and Armaan was snuggled close to her.

Silently, he shook her awake. They carried their son to his bed before returning to their own room. Khushi was just about to go change but he held her wrist and shook his head. Her eyes widened and she tried to go but he had pulled her hard against him.

"Arnavji!" she giggled.

"What?"

"Jaane dijiye." (Let go.)

"Kyun?" (Why?)

Arguing with this man was futile. She slid her arms around his neck and held on to him while he rocked from side to side slowly, swaying to some nonexistent music. She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed.

"Uss raat Sheesh Mahal mein? Aapko yaad hai?" she murmured softly. (That night in Sheesh Mahal? You remember?)

Arnav paused, tightening his arms around her waist. "Usska kya?" (What about it?)

She pulled back to look at him. "Agar tab aapse koyi kehta ke aapko humse pyaar hojaata, aap humse shaadi karte aur humaare do pyaare bacche hote... To aap kya karte?" (Had someone told you that you would fall in love with me, marry me and that we would have two beautiful children... What would you have done?)

He laughed and pulled her down on the recliner, with him. He adjusted her in his lap, holding her against his chest. "Aur kya karta? Maybe itna gussa aata ke main usse maar hi deta," he chuckled. "Tum kya karti?" (What else? Maybe I would have been so angry that I would have killed him. What would you have done?)

Khushi pulled his nose, causing him to flinch. "Hass hass ke pagal ho jaate!" (I would have become mad with laughter!)

"Voh to tum already ho!" Arnav teased. Her jaw fell open and he sniggered again, flicking her nose. "Tumhaari naak... laal hogayi!" (Oh, you already are! You nose... has turned red!)

***

He grumbled in the pillow and flung his arm across his face when she opened the curtains of the French door.

"Arnavji, uthiye. Aapko office ke liye der ho jaayegi." (Arnavji, get up! You'll be late for the office.)

He felt her soft weight sink the mattress near him and removed his arm to squint at her wearily. "Let me sleep, Khushi. Kal raat kitna late sone gaye the." (...We slept so late last night.)

A small, shy smile played on her lips while the scarlet returned to her cheeks. "Galti aap hi ki thi! Aapko pehle sochna chaahiye tha. Ab chaliye, uthiye." (Your fault! You should have thought about it before. Now come on, get up.)

Grinning, he caught her wrist and pulled her against him. "Hmm... Mood nahin hai..." (...I'm not in the mood...)

Khushi giggled and pushed her hands against his chest. "Zidd chhod dijiye. Aapke bacche aapko jagaane aa hi rahe hain." (Don't be stubborn. Your kids are on their way to wake you up.)

And half-heartedly, he had to let go. A minute later, as he pretended to be sleeping, the two halves of his heart were pouncing on him to wake him up. Khushi joined in the fun too.

It was just another day that had started for the Raizadas...