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The family had got together for yet another wedding. This time it was different, as Aarchi was toddling around Ajab mausi very possessively as the unknown people kept her occupied, much to poor Aarchi's annoyance. Ajabdeh had made it a point that their wedding would be a very private affair with a very small guest list and no media glare and rumours. Pratap never really minded any of her conditions as long as she was ready for the marriage. The only thing he did not mind was Ajabdeh inviting Phool to the wedding and her accepting the invite. Rukaiya had given birth to a beautiful baby boy, Salim, who, according to Jalal, looked like his mother. Jalal, much to Pratap's relief, had stopped his pranks with Patta, or so he thought until he sat on the Papad bed made by Jiwa and him as soon as he entered the hall of the wedding. Jaivanta had insisted the marriage should take place in Surajgarh as the place was away from the glamour of the cities, as well as where they belonged. The ...
Ajabdeh was getting ready for the office in Rukaiya's kaftan. She was too late to go home and change. The gossip last night with the snacks and giggles lasted till 5 am. She sat down at the table, waiting for Rukaiya's coffee and checked her watch. 9.30. She took the newspaper in her hand. The morning newspaper made Ajabdeh frown. "Back In Paradise?" The Rajput Times read with a picture of them on the ramp, looking at the crowd, hands in each other's. The left section seemed to give a small throwback to his love life, and the right... featured a picture of Miss Phool Kanwar. Nothing on the Foundation or Event on the front page, so she turned to page 5 for a little detail on the project. "That's it?" She frowned. "What?" Rukaiya asked, handing her the brewing hot coffee. "This... paper... has nothing on the project... they... they..." "Are hyped about Pratap Singh and Ajabdeh Punwar... we know." Sau smiled a smile that ...
The dawn broke as the line of cars drove out of Surajgarh Palace. The Royal white Land Rover had Jaivanta and Hansa with Patta, who seemed pretty quiet since the previous evening and worried Hansa. Jalal drove Rukaiya, Chaks and Sau with baby Aarchi, who was still in a deep sleep on her mother's lap. Heer was having a pretty bad headache, so Shakti insisted they would start their journey as soon as she woke up, as it would be wrong to wake up a person who was talking and laughing to herself all night. Ajabdeh wanted to stay back for Heer, but Shakti's continuous pursuit made her realise he just wanted some alone time with the crazy side of a wife he handled so maturely last night. That left Pratap to keep aside the heaps of luggage in his car to make room for Ajabdeh and Brownie at the last moment, as Kakasa ran to inform him on the porch to wait for Ajabdeh Baisa. Pratap nodded with a faint smile and stared back once at the lawns. Well, until next time! The sound of her foots...
The Holika Dahan was scheduled for late evening. Ajabdeh was playing with Aarchi, who was dressed in a pretty red frock with a bow, as she lay comfortably on Ajabdeh Mausi's bed, surrounded by her toys. Ajabdeh was dressed in a lavender Anarkali gown, and her hair was braided in a fishtail. Aarchi grabbed her long earrings, making her wince a little and smile at the same time. "Aww, baby, you know how much fun Surajgarh Holi is... when... I was a child..." "She is understanding so much of your Holi stories." His taunting voice made her stare at the threshold with a frown. Pratap was in a casual black Kurta. "What is it to you ?" She asked with a straight face. "I am just here to listen... how much fun exactly was Holi in Surajgarh?" He appeared to be thinking. "As far as I remember, you spent all day following Ranima in the kitchen because you were afraid of colours." "That's rubbish; that's called helping. I am not sc...
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