18 Suffocating Arnav
Part 18 Suffocating Arnav
"Tell me, Dad, what would Mom look like?" Aarav asked.
"She looked beautiful"
"Why don't you show us her photo?"
"I don't have her photo" Arnav lied.
"How did she die?"
"Accident"
"Everyone in my class has mom..." He said making Arnav gulp.
"Can't we get a mom?"
"Aarav, your mom is no more. You should understand that"
"Can't you marry someone just like my friend's dad did?"
"Aarav, you should not talk like that. I can't marry someone like your friend's father did"
"Why Dad? We will get a mom if you marry someone"
"No Aarav... No one would like to be your mother but only my wife. You don't know about women. They are selfish. No woman will be sweet. She will torture you"
"No Dad... Khushi Didi is not selfish. She won't torture us but love us"
Arnav was stuck. Dadi who was listening to them raised her brows. Arnav composed himself and said.
"Not everyone will be like Khushi..."
"Can't you marry Khushi Didi? She loves us. She is a nice girl"
"Aarav, she is my PA and small girl too..."
"Dad, she is a big girl Dad..."
"You can't understand it, Aarav... I don't want to marry anyone. I don't want to talk about it. That's final"
"Why Dad?"
"Aarav, I warn you, Khushi will hate you if she gets to know you have such an idea in your mind. No girl would like to marry a man who is a father of three kids. She will get angry with you if you talk about it. Then, never accompany you nor will come to our house"
Aarav's face hung. He could not even think of being hated by Khushi. Could not they get Khushi as their mom? Would she hate them if he asked her to marry their father? He walked to his room spilling tears.
Arnav looked at Dadi who was looking at him questioningly.
"You don't want to get married for kids. You may not need a wife to buyt kids need a mother"
"Dadi, it's obvious if he feels to have a mother when he sees a complete family. There were many families in the restaurant. That's what made him talk like this"
"You are taking them outings often. Didn't he see families there? Why did he feel to have a mother all of a sudden?"
Arnav was silent. He too didn't know what made Aarav talk like this but Dadi guessed it. Somewhat Khushi must be the reason. Her kindness and loving nature should have made Aarav think about having her as their mother. Though Dadi understood that she didn't tell Arnav about it. She knew Arnav would start keeping his distance from her. The children were happy with Khushi. They liked her company. She didn't want it to get cut off.
"Aarav asked about his mother today... children are growing. Hiding the truth about their parents is not good because one day they will get to know the truth..."
Cutting her,
"How would they get to know the truth?"
"It's because it's truth..."
Arnav was dumbfounded.
"It will be a good idea if you tell them the truth. If they get to know that through someone, that someone would tell that in their WAY. We can't expect it to be a good way. That's why I'm saying tell them the truth that you are not their biological father"
"What the hell are you taking, Nani? How could I say that? Won't they break down?"
"They will break down more if someone says that to them"
"They will feel insecure, Dadi"
"Then get married to a nice girl like Khushi. She will take care of the kids and their feelings..."
"Stop it, Dadi...! This is ridiculous. Khushi is a small girl. Do you know what's our age difference? How could I think of marrying her?"
"When did I ask you to marry Khushi? I just said MARRY A NICE GIRL LIKE KHUSHI because she is a nice girl. Kids love her so much..." Dadi smiled.
Arnav was stuck.
"Whoever it is... how could I...?" he said composing himself.
"If Aarav keeps asking for his mother, you have to answer him. On some days, Shali and Shamli may join him... they are girls... more sensitive than Aarav. You should handle them carefully..."
"I will manage"
"How will you manage, Arnav? You can't even handle them alone on the one day's outing. You always needed a woman caretaker to look after them..."
"They are kids. They will manage themselves as they grow up"
"Then they need more care that can be given by only a mother because not everything can be shared with a father. Father can't understand everything even though they share because it's all girl thing. Only a girl can understand when and where a girl needs what. Handling growing girl kids is kind of walking on eggshells Arnav. A little bit of carelessness will lead you into trouble..."
"Dadi, there is no one who could understand someone's kids..."
"Why not? Is not Khushi the kind of girl?"
"Dadi, no one would be like Khushi..."
"Shall I talk to Khushi's parents?"
"Whaaaat?"
"You only said, no one would be like Khushi. Then why not we try for Khushi?"
"Dadi, please stop it... she is already in problem. That's why I brought kids to the office to cheer her up"
"See, Khushi would be happy with kids and vice versa. Why shouldn't we talk to her parents?"
"Dadi, please understand... her mother already fixed her wedding with someone..."
Dadi was disappointed.
"If her marriage is fixed, why did you cheer her up through kids? Won't her would-be do that?"
"Her problem is her would-be himself..."
"Means?"
"She hates him"
"Yet, her mother wants her to marry the guy?"
Arnav nodded yes.
"By the way, how do you know her personal issues?"
"She told me"
"That means, she is more comfortable with you than her mother and her would-be..."
Arnav was stuck.
"What does that mean?"
"Dadi, the guy came to AR to meet Khushi. That was when she told me about him because of the situation"
"That means, she too needs someone just like how you need someone to take care of your kids..." Dadi sighed.
"She is a nice girl, Dadi. She has her own desires and future. Please, stop linking her with me. we should not do that" he left the place.
Dadi sighed. Arnav was not wrong. They had a huge age difference. Not only Khushi but any girl would like to get a young husband only. It was her life. Just because they were in need, they should not expect her to accept Arnav.
Arnav was thinking about why Aarav talked about his mother. He didn't get anything. He really didn't know how to handle him. What would he do if Aarav adamantly asked him to get married?
............
On the other side, Khushi was thinking about Arnav. He was a multimillionaire. People would taunt her that she married him for money. Whatever we do, people would talk about it no matter what. Then why should she care about them? Her intention was not wrong. Then why should she hesitate? Arnav didn't think of getting married to anyone because he would not have gotten someone who understood him. Why wouldn't she be the one? Rather than marrying a scoundrel like Naveen, marrying a father of three kids would be better... and the father was none other than the great man Arnav Singh Raizada. She smiled.
The next day
Arnav saw Aarav moody. He didn't ask Aarav anything because he didn't want to make Aarav speak anything. He believed that Aarav would be all right in a day or two. So, he left RM sooner than usual.
AR
Khushi knocked on his cabin door.
"Come in..." Said Arnav.
Khushi entered. There was a big change in her eyes. Her eyes, those always carried briskness were missing. Instead, they had adoration in them.
"Good morning, sir"
"Good morning, Khushi"
"How is Aarav?"
Arnav's hand stopped hearing that. he looked at her frowning.
"Why do you particularly ask about him?"
"He looked moody when we left the restaurant. It's obvious if kids like to be enjoying all the time"
Arnav nodded yes.
"Is he all right?"
Arnav nodded no.
"Means?"
"He is upset," Arnav said leaning on the seat, sighing.
"But why, sir?"
"He remembered his mother..."
Khushi was stuck. She needed a few seconds to compose herself.
"Then, bring them a mother..." She said.
Arnav was stunned as he didn't expect her to say that.
"Their mother is no more" he typed something.
"I know... marry someone and make her their mother"
Arnav looked at her frowning. What happened to all of them? Why did everyone want him to get married? He nodded his head from left to right.
"Why, sir?"
"Khushi, I'm thirty-eight..."
"So what? Don't people in their fifties get married...? You are just thirty-eight... and not looking like thirty-eight but young..."
Arnav chuckled.
"Go and do your work, Khushi..."
She walked slowly. She stopped at the doorstep and looked at him.
"Sir..."
"Mmm?" he lifted his brows.
"I will marry you if you are ready," she said making him shocked.
Arnav was gazing at her with mixed feelings. He didn't know what to say. Her face was serious. He didn't think she was joking. Khushi was also reading his face. Both were looking at each other.
That was when an attendee rushed to Arnav's cabin and said,
"Sir, Indar committed suicide"
To be continued...
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