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EPILOUGE

 

Welcome  .......

last page in this book ....

My journey was full of up's and down .

thanks to my readers ...  you all brought out the best in me .

testing me in every chapter . 

Critics are more helpful ... 

they show us our mistakes ...

thanks to all ...

 

 

 

It's been a year ..  Panchi and Amar tied their knot , Amar fulfilled her every small and big wish ... in his limited budget . Anirudh tried to take all the burden of his cousin sister's marriage expenditure ...  but Amar was a man of honour and self respect . Even then Anirudh gave the reception party at one of his hotels ...  in the name of  a brotherly duty and love for his only cousin  sister . 

 

Runi gave  two plane tickets  to Panchi , and arranged for their month long stay at Nice ....  her second home . as it was holiday in the uni ...  Amar couldn't deny , they left together with Sudipto and his family . 

 

Amar's  parents  left shortly after the ceremony , with all the other relatives .

 

Anjali and Philip gifted them , their daudhter and son in law , a bunglaw in the suburbs , it was near to Anirudh's place . They want the two girls to stay close to each other ...  Amar accepted it , as there was no way out . Panchi was thrilled to see the beautiful  bunglaw ....  with lots of open space ,  front and back garden and the best part was it was close to Runi's place , she can visit her princess anytime she want to .

 

Panchi and Amar  had a very long honeymoon  in nice , stayed at Runi's runaway home ,   they returned after a long one month ... 

Panchi comes to meet princess everyday ... at one time or the other , now Runi and Panchi spends more time in the kitchen ...  Amar collects her while returning from Uni ... hence  most often  the four of them have lunch together .

 

 Today Panchi  was in a foul mood , she was  inside her bedroom  sobbing , their maid  came to give her some snax and saw it  she  went to inform Amar , who was working in his library . 

" Sir ... mam is crying in her room ". hearing her words , Amar looked up from his laptop , he was entering some data . Left his work half done and ran towards their bedroom . 

 

He looked at the teary eyes of Panchi .. she was looking herself at the mirror ... front and back . 

 

" Honey ... why are you crying , is it paining or something ", Amar came and placed his hand on her tummy , Panchi was six months pregnant ... Amar placed a kiss on her cheeks ... wiped away her tears ... Panchi looked at Amar .... 

 

"Amar ... I look like a drum .... all my dresses are unfit , and I cannot see my toes .." She curled her lips and started to cry ....

 

 Amar smiled at her childish complain ...  pregnancy was giving her a hard time ...  specially her moods and eating habbits , she feels hungry at any moment of the day and  crave for unseasonal fruits ... " just three months more. sweetheart  .. okay  after that you can see your toes again ." " How about , if we go  shopping ... you can buy new maternity dresses  and some more toys for our baby ...". it made her mood light and she smiled  " Umm  , I need more pillows for cushion  " , Panchi learned to shop , buying only those which was necessary ...

 

Amar wiped her tears ... and kissed her growing tummy ...  "love you baby ".

 

 Amar made her sit on the tall chair ... then took the bowl of mixed fruit salad and fed her . Amar  loves his Panchi  more than anything , luckily she was not demanding ...  nor materialist . she  gete equal amount of happiness in receiving a diamond  set or a single red rose ... 

 

 

 

Sudipto and Pooja enjoyed their stay at Anirudh's place , now it was  a regular  , an yearly vaccation  for the two families ... at one time Anirudh takes his family to Nice ...  other times Sudipto visits him here in london . 

 

Little Yash stayed  glued to Pari ...  during his stay at our place . Pari was now nearly three years old ...  she can say few short sentences .... only her daddy can understand . Apart from her dad she was very close to another person ....  little youngman Yash , Sudipto's son ....

 

 Yash was very caring for our princess It was not un noticed by we elders ...

 

On such a vaccation to our home here ...  , we were having a lazy afternoon  tea at the patio ...  Pooja and me , surfing some cutlery set ....  Anirudh took the day off , playing chess with Sudipto , next to us ... 

and our childrenns were playing around .... Yash was playing with Pari ...  

Sudipto put a glance to check on the children , 

 

" Anirudh .....  I think I found one of my daughter in law ."  he was teasing his son  Yash with our Pari as he was too concerned , always beside her .  Sudipto started to call our pari ...  his future daughter in law ...  teasing his friend Anirudh . 

 

Ani looked at his daughter ,  the two kids were seated in small couch facing each other ,

Pari was holding a colourful  japanese umbrella , matching her pink dress with bright red flowers , saying something in style ...  Yash was listening to her  sitting with crossed legs ....  both in a very deep conversation , Krish on the other hand was chasing butterfly .... don't have any idea his brother was dating a girl .

 

"Hey mommies ...  look at our daughter and Yash ,' Ani informed us  in a low voice , we , Pooja and me looked at the sight infront of us ...  where did they learn , it looked so perfect  , yash was completly smitten ... he listened to her with full concentration .... all four of us looked at them in admiration ...'so pure , a bliss '

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