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“Shakti, did Pratap go to pick them up? I haven't seen him since the morning.” Jaivanta frowned at her younger son who seemed busy smiling at some text message.
“Umm… Yes, I called him, He has reached.” Shakti sat up looking at his mother who frowned doubtfully. “They are on the way.”
“Aree Rama.” Jaivanta turned to the maid in waiting.
“Ji Ranisa?”
“Make sure they get a proper welcome.”
“Ji.” The lady in waiting dashed off to make the arrangements.

“Welcome with aarti?” Shakti raised his eyebrows watching his mother prepare the lamp. “The last time Dadabhai got that was when he came back from the UK after grads” Shakti had a hint of amusement in his voice. “What did he achieve today?”
“Bahu is coming home for the first time… Isn't it achievement enough?” Udai smiled at his son who burst out laughing.
“ First time! How many more will he bring, Papa?” Shakti laughed.
“ Ohho! Stop it both of you. My Pratap is not that bad, he is just difficult to understand…” Jaivanta was overprotective of him as Shakti’s smile faded. Dadabhai I hope your decisions don't hurt Ranima!

The village seemed pleasant to the eyes as Ajabdeh smiled at the passing scenes unknowingly. The huts. The cattle. The meadows and trees. The Pond, The children running. The women with the matkas. The men in turbans. She smiled as most of them stopped to join their hands and bow to their prince.
“They respect you a lot.” Heer sounded almost surprised at them as Hansa gave her a warning stare.
“They should after all we heard you have done a lot for them.” Ramrakh smiled.
“No, Uncle…” Pratap cut in a little embarrassed “I did nothing really, they just respect me out of fear of our family name. Everything is handled by Dad and Shakri.”
“Don't be so modest, Ranisa told us everything.” Ramrakh smiled as Pratap’s eyes widened a little. The last time he went to his apparent office chamber was on the day of the annual report when the media was there and Shakti dragged him to the boring conference. Ajabdeh caught his expression and hid a smile pressing her lips as the car zoomed into the palace complex.

The Surajgarh Palace compound was built by Pratap’s great-grandfather and stood on a large acre of land, surrounded by the employees’ quarters, Guest houses, cottages and servant’s houses. The large gate with the sun disk was opened by four men in security uniforms as the car zoomed into the road with Gardens on both sides, fountains and colourful flowers in bloom.
“On the left are the employee's quarters, and on the right are the palace servants’. “ Pratap said as they went past a fountain in the middle of the road.
The quarters had adjoining grounds for the children on both sides and then started a huge orchard of tall trees and shadows.

“As kids, Shakti and I used to escape from the palace and hide here and Ranima would send the securities to catch us and we had our own little game of hide and seek. Beyond these orchards lie the old ruins of the Palace of our ancestors.”
“The one you told me about?” Ajabdeh sounded excited all of a sudden as Heer looked at them suspiciously and the parents smiled. They take time out of flirting and drinking and talking too!!
“Umm Hmm,” Pratap nodded. “That part is now secluded."
Ajabdeh realized her mother’s smile and bit her tongue. Shit! I forgot to pretend we are not getting along!

As soon as the orchards gave way to the long road ahead, meadows and flowers on either side, a huge palace made Hansa gasp inwardly. She had attended all of Jaivanta’s Kitty parties in their city farmhouse or at the hotels, never had they even been to this traditional palace property. The three-storeyed palace with a porch and stairs from either side that lead up spirally to the entrance of the main palace.

“Behind the palace and the swimming area, there is another forest-covered area crossing which we have the Royal facilities for us as well as our employees, their families and guests. The school for the employees’ children, the library, the Auditorium Hall, and a small museum of antiques and weapons that is accessible from the Highway we just crossed across the village. And our Business Office as well.”
“Wow it must cost a fortune to maintain all these” Hansa gushed as Ramrakh rolled his eyes.
“We have Trust. The Sisodia Trust for Surajgarh” He smiled as the car drove across the roads of the lawn to the porch.
“Oh yes, I remember you have NGOs under it as well.”
“Yes, old age homes, orphanages, workshops for women and schools.” He smiled. “Ranima takes care of them all.” He seemed proud of his mother’s associations.
“What do you do?” Heer murmured loud enough to make her parents feel awkward as Pratap stole a glance at Ajabdeh who was clearly amused at his “help me” face.

The car stopped at the porch right where Jaivanta, Udai and Shakti stood smiling to welcome the guests as Pratap felt relieved.
“Welcome,” Udai came forward to shake hands with Ramrakh as Hansa hugged Jaivanta.
“You need help?” Heer got down quickly to share a courtesy smile with Shakti before turning to her sister.
“I am fine. I think.” She held her dress to step out of the car.
“Don’t fall.” Pratap chuchkled under his breath.
“Shut up!” Ajabdeh’s voice was louder than usual as everyone stopped to stare at her getting down. Her eyes widened a little as Shakti and Heer shared a glance at them and at the elders as Pratap seemed amused.
“I was… talking to Heer.” Ajabdeh pointed at her sister who frowned. Pratap shook his head and took his place beside Shakti.

“How are you?” Shakti smiled.
“Tired, hungry, sleepy.” He murmured.
“Where were you two all night?” He seemed amused.
“Hush! I was...”
Pratap stopped a little awkwardly as Heer touched Udai and Jaivanta’s feet prompting Ajabdeh to do the same in return of which Jaivanta was happy to bring the aarti thaal.
“What was the need of such….” Hansa smiled placing the Chunri over Ajabdeh’s head as Pratap received a cold helpless stare from her. He shrugged.
“How is it not important when my Lakhsmi came home for the first time?” Jaivanta smiled.
“Dadabhai?”
“Hmm?”
“Does Ranima know that her Laksmi is Maata Chamunda as well?” Shakti’s serious voice made Pratap smile.

“You all must be hungry? Come have breakfast then Shakti will escort you to your cottages.” Jaivanta smiled leading the way into the large hall with beautiful jharokhas, large candelabras and pictures on the wall.
"I am very hungry." awkward silence followed as Pratap and Ajabdeh spoke in unison and then stared at each other.
"Jija!" Heer warned whispering.
“What? Am hungry.” Ajabdeh murmured as Heer warned, “Slowly and gracefully Jija, remember?”
"The children are hungry and rightly so, come along please!" Udai smiled welcoming Ramrakh who smiled rather awkwardly as Hansa gave Ajabdeh a warning stare.

A text on Pratap’s phone read NEXT STEP PLAN! As he looked across the table at Ajabdeh who just put down her phone and smiled as Hansa praised the palace.
The table was laid with a variety of options from cornflakes, bread and cheese to desi parathas. Everyone stopped to notice how two plates were filled with every possible option they found much to the parents' embarrassment.
“Did Jalal not serve dinner, Pratap?” His father’s warning voice rang a bell as everyone laughed a little and Pratap froze mouthful.
“No I... the dinner was good…” He lay staring across the table at the one who seemed in a different world with her cheese omelette melting in her mouth.

“I had dinner at my hotel room.” Shakti sounded indifferent. “I left early.”
“Why?” Jaivanta frowned.
“I had to drop someone off….” He stopped amused as Heer’s fork landed on the ground with a sound.
“Am sorry.” She murmured.
“Don’t be clumsy.” Her mother warned.
“Jalal is their friend by the way, Jallaluddin Mohammad Akbar,” Udai informed nodding to Ramrakh.
“Ohh he is the next big thing in textiles I heard!”
“Yes, he cracked a major deal recently.” 

Udai smiled at Shakti and stopped watching how disturbingly his elder one was using both his hands on the cheese sandwich, in a way some melted cheese fell on the table. His eyes rolled to stop at Ajabdeh licking the melted cheese off her fingers as Heer caught his gaze and pinched her sibling to stop. Udai Singh shook his head and sighed.
“Shakti, show the guests their cottages. We arranged one for the girls and another one for you two.” Jaivanta smiled. “Please rest, we will see you all at lunch.”

“ Ji Ranisa, thank you so much” Ramrakh smiled as they got up to take leave prompting Ajabdeh to get up with an apple in hand her mother signalled her to keep back.
“Are you not fed at home, Ajab?” she scolded under her breath.
“But am hungry,” Ajabdeh whispered back making Pratap stare back at her.
“Am going to finish the rest in my room.” He picked up his plate as Shakti got up to show the Punwars their cottages. “Excuse me.” His father opened his mouth to protest but he left nevertheless.

“He must be hungry.” Jaivanta defended her elder one rather awkwardly.
“It’s okay.” Hansa smiled as it faded with Ajabde picking up the apple again.
“Take it beta, eat it on your way to the cottage.” Jaivanta smiled as Ajabdeh smiled back biting the apple and making her parents stare at each other. “Please come with me.” Shakti smiled at Ajabdeh’s antics and lead the way to the cottage.


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