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Aaravi's pov:

I was sitting with Mom and Dadi. They were showing childhood photos of Aahana, Aarav Bhaiya, and him. They all looked so cute, but my eyes got stuck on one photo of him. He was smiling, and Aahana was on his back.

I smiled.

"You know, Aaravi beta, Nikshant troubled me the most. He was such a mischievous child,"Mom said, and I gave her a small smile.

He never let go of my pallu when he was a kid, whenever he was in the house. And his father used to get jealous, thinking that I gave more importance to Nikshant than to him," she chuckled sadly.

Why does God always take away the happiness of good people? Don’t they see that their one decision can cause a family to suffer the worst?

I placed my hand on hers.

"Hey, don't worry, dear. I'm fine. It's just that I miss his dad every day," she smiled, but the pain was evident in her smile, and it hurt me to see her like this.

"Don't be sad, Mom. Wherever Dad is, he's always with you, right by your side," I said and squeezed her palm.

"Thank you, Aaravi beta," Mom smiled.

"Aaravi beta, if Nikshant says anything, let us know. Mummy ji and I will give him a good scolding," Mom said, trying to soothe the pain, and I laughed.

What if Mom knew what he did to me? But I can't even tell her because she loves him very much and believes that he would never do anything to hurt me.

"Yes, Mom," I smiled.

"By the way, Aaravi beta, tell us something about yourself," Dadi said.

"Yes, Aaravi beta, tell us something about yourself," Mom also said.

"I'm a medical student, and I really love classical dance. I also enjoy cooking," I smiled.No one had ever asked me anything about myself before.

"Oh, we knew you were a medical student, which is why we sent the marriage proposal. You see, I'm getting old, and I needed a doctor. Now, I can have a doctor check me up without any fees," Dadi said, and my smile vanished.

"Aaravi beta, Mummy likes to joke a lot. Don't take her words seriously," I breathed a sigh of relief.

I nodded.

"By the way, Maa, can I ask you something?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.

"Oh, Aaravi beta, go ahead. Don't hesitate," Mom said, gently taking my hand and caressing it.

"Where did you see me, and why did you send the marriage proposal?" I asked.

"Well, Mummy ji will tell you," Mom said with a smile. I looked at Dadi and saw her looking at me with an adorable smile.

"Yes, tell her, Mom. Tell Aaravi where you saw her and why you sent the marriage proposal," Mom said to Dadi.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. Actually, I saw you at the orphanage. You were playing and laughing with some children and talking to them so nicely. You probably don't even remember that you saved me from falling. And when I was about to leave, you even scolded me, telling me I should have been more careful because I could have sprained my ankle. When you saw that nothing had happened to my foot, you let me go. From that moment, I knew you were meant for my Nikshant. Then I asked the orphanage owner who you were, and she told me that you often visit the orphanage. So I just asked for your name and address. At first, the owner didn't want to tell me because it was personal, but after I offered her some money, she finally told me who you were. Then I met your Chachi ji, and now, you are the Lakshmi of our house," Dadi ji explained, and my eyes widened.

Whenever they say I'm the Lakshmi of their house, my eyes well up with tears because I feel like the luckiest person to have them in my life, people I can truly call my own.

"At first, I didn't agree with what Mummy ji said, but when she insisted I meet you, I finally agreed, though with much hesitation. But when I saw you, I knew you were perfect to become the Lakshmi of our house," Mom said and kissed my hand. I blinked rapidly to stop the tears, but they still streamed down from my eyes.

"Thank you, Nikshant ji, for saying yes to this marriage. If you hadn't, I might never have found such a wonderful family," I thanked him in my mind.

"Hey dear, we didn't say all this to make you cry, so please don't cry. We feel bad that you're crying because of us," Mom said, wiping my tears and pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Now stop crying and give us a smile. We don't like it when the Lakshmi of our house is crying," Dadi said with a smile.

I feel blessed to have them in my life.

We talked about random things, and when I looked at the wall clock, I saw it was five-thirty.

"Mom, Dadi, would you like some tea?" I asked them.

"Yes, time just flew by while we were talking," Dadi said.

"Make one for me too. It's also about time for Aahana and Nikshant to come home," Mom said.

"You both sit down; I'll make tea for you," I said and got up from the couch, heading to the kitchen.

I made tea for Mom and Dadi and went over to them, placing the tea on the table.

"Aaravi beta, where’s your tea?" Dadi asked.

"Dadi, I don’t drink tea in the evening," I said as I sat on the couch. But then my phone rang. I excused myself and answered the call; it was from Veer Bhaiya.

"Hello, Bhaiya," I said.

"Hello, Princess. Is everything okay over there? You’re not facing any problems, right? If there is, just tell me," Bhaiya said.

"Bhaiya, you’ve asked me ten times today whether I’m okay or not," I smiled.

"I worry about you, Princess, because I’ve never left you alone before. I’m always concerned—did you eat or not?" Bhaiya said, and tears formed in my eyes.

"You don’t need to worry, Bhaiya. Everything is fine here, and everyone treats me like their family," I said with a smile.

"And what about Nikshant? Is he treating you well?" My smile vanished.

There was a pin-drop silence between us.

I cleared my throat.

"Nikshant ji treats me very well. You don’t need to worry," I lied.

"How can I not worry when it’s about you, Princess?"

"Bhaiya, I’m not a fragile doll anymore," I said.

I don’t want him to stress about me anymore. I want him to live his life peacefully, without any stress.

"You are still a fragile doll to me, Princess," Bhaiya said.

I literally hate it when he treats me like a fragile doll.

I sighed because I know my brother will never change.

"Bhaiya, now tell me, when will you get married and give me a nephew or niece?" I changed the topic.

"I’m not marrying anyone, Princess, so don’t ask me about that," Bhaiya said.

"Why don’t you want to get married, Bhaiya? I’m not with you anymore, but I still care about you. If you get married, I won’t be worried anymore," I smiled, imagining Bhaiya’s face, he must be pouting right now.

"Okay, bye, Princess. I’m heading home now," Bhaiya said and hung up the call. I laughed because whenever I bring up this topic, he either ends the call or walks away from me.

I came back to the hall and sat beside Mom and Dadi.

"Who called, Aaravi beta?" Dadi asked

."It was Bhaiya."

"It seems Karanveer loves you very much," Mom said.

"Yes, he loves me very much and treats me like his daughter," I smiled.

"Mom, can I have a glass of water?"We heard Aahana yelling as she jumped onto the couch.

"I’ll get it for you. Wait, Aahana," I said, getting up from the couch and heading towards the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, poured water into a glass, and headed back to the hall. I handed her the water.

"Aren’t you hungry, Ahaana?" I asked her.

"Yes, Bhabi, I am hungry," Ahaana said cutely.

"Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll make it for you," I said.

"Don't spoil her more, Aaravi beta," Dadi said, lightly smacking her head.I laughed.

"Dadi, I'm not a spoiled kid, okay?" Ahaana said, caressing her head, then turned towards me.

"Bhabi, you can make anything for me, I'll eat it," she said.

I nodded.

But I was confused about what to make for her. After a lot of thinking, I decided to make white sauce pasta.

I made the white sauce pasta in 20 minutes. After serving it on a plate, I headed to the dining hall.

I saw Ahaana already sitting in a chair, waiting for me impatiently.

I chuckled at her.

"Here’s your white sauce pasta," I said and served the food in front of her.

"Thank you so much, Bhabi," she chirped and dove into the food.

I returned to the hall and saw him—Nikshant Ji—coming in.

I looked at him. His hair was messed up, his tie was loose, and a few buttons of his shirt were open, showing a bit of his exposed chest.

Ties don't suit him, I thought.

I didn’t even notice when he came and stood in front of me.

"If you're done checking me out, bring me a coffee to the room," he said and climbed up the stairs.

I stood there feeling embarrassed.

I went to the kitchen and made coffee for him.

I headed towards his room.

No, no, now it's our room.

I giggled.

I opened our room door and entered inside.

I saw him sitting on the couch with a laptop on the table.

Even after coming home, he's still working.

I walked over to him, handed him the coffee, and turned to leave the room.

"Mrs. Kapoor, wait," he stopped me.

God, why do I always feel butterflies in my stomach whenever he calls me Mrs. Kapoor?

"Yes?" I said, turning back to him.

"This is for you," he said, handing me a box from beside the couch. I looked at him and then at the box.

I took the box from him because I knew if I asked him about it, he definitely wouldn't tell me, so why bother?

I opened the box, and my eyes widened. I looked at him with wide eyes and smiled.

I caressed the bangles.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and then looked at me.

"Well, Mom told me that you have to give something during the first rasoi (kitchen ritual), so I brought this because I've always seen you wearing things like this," he explained, and my smile faded.

Don’t expect anything from him, Aaravi.

"Thank you, but there was no need for this," I said, feeling a bit hurt.

"If you don't like it, just tell me. I'll give it to someone else," he said.

"No, no, I like it. Don’t even think about giving it to anyone else," I said, clutching the box to my chest.

I love bangles and anklets, so why should I refuse?

"And listen, pack your belongings because we are leaving for Singapore tomorrow," he said, and my eyes literally popped out.

"Why are we leaving tomorrow?" I asked him.

I knew what he was talking about, but I really don’t want to go with him because I want to keep some distance between us, though I always fail to do so.

"Yesterday, you were excited about our honeymoon, so I thought we’d go tomorrow," he said, emphasizing the word "honeymoon."

"And don’t be late tomorrow since we’re not taking a plane," he added.

"Then how are we going?" I asked.

"Well, that’s a secret, wifey," he winked.

I stood there foolishly, processing every single word he said.

I also felt happy, though I don’t know why.

"Don’t just stand there like a fool. Now, move and let’s go for dinner," he said and left the room.

I left the room too and then joined for dinner.

After dinner, we went to our respective rooms and slept.

Hello loves, I know I said I would update the chapter on September 1st, but I couldn’t because I’m not feeling well. I’ve been feeling nauseous and have had a very bad headache. To top it off, I got my periods today, and the cramps are unbearable. I tried multiple times to work on the chapter, but the headache made it impossible, so I only managed to write a little. I know this chapter isn’t that great because the more I tried to focus, the worse my headache got. I’m not sure when the next chapter will be out because I also have assignments and my half-yearly exams this month.

So that’s this month’s update, and I’ll try to update the next chapter within this month.

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