Roshini looked at the door until he disappeared and then at Amal who was already staring at her.
"Do you know me?"
Amal chuckled followed by her at the sight of his laughing face. Both drifted into a peaceful sleep ignoring the troubles and problems.
It was four in the evening when both mother and son woke up from the deep slumber while Ayaan and Mathew were in a deep discussion about the policies.
Ayaan noticed Roshini coming down with a laughing Amal in her arms. Ayaan shaked his head for the betrayal of his own son.
"Hey Rosh-ini," Mathew added when Ayaan threw a death glare towards him. Roshini smiled at him and sat beside Ayaan when Amal gave a toothy grin.
"We would leave at seven so everyone be ready and Dhanya thalli, you should get ready first." Thara taunted her daughter making her scoff.
"So nice of you to think about me Mummy." Dhanya displayed her teeth for her beloved mother.
Amal laughed at her though he didn't understand anything. Dhanya looked at little musketeer and he hid himself in Roshini being afraid.
"Roshini, suppose you are in a lift. And there's a baby with you." Ayaan chocked when he realised where the conversation was going.
"Mathew," Ayaan hissed being angry which Mathew ignored royally.
"And there's another man with you. He looked at you and the baby for a couple of seconds and asked you, 'second or third?' What would be your reply?" Mathew completed his question earning the attention of the whole family sitting there.
Ayaan felt like he should kill and dig a grave for Mathew. Mathew signed the whole family to be silent and don't give any illogical answers.
Roshini thought for a while and replied, "I'm not married to have two or three children."
Mathew converted the threatening laugh into a painful cough looking at Ayaan and his flushed face.
"Nostalgia?" Mathew whispered in a barely audible tone for Ayaan.
"Meet me alone then I will tell you." He whispered back along with a punch on Mathew's ribs.
"But why you did ask me?" Roshini questioned and Mathew looked at Ayaan followed by Roshini.
She noticed the flushed face of Ayaan and the silence of family.
"Ask your husband." He retorted and the family chuckled.
"Mathew, I doubt if you can see another day."
"Yeah, I may not be. Cause I'm flying back tonight." Dhanya gasped. He came after year and leaving only for a day.
"This is relief." Ayaan sighed earning a smack from his mother. He felt his family was ready to abandon him for Mathew and his son also for Roshini.
Soon, one by one walked to their rooms as they had to go to a dinner.
Ayaan was giving a bath to Amal and Roshini was sitting on the bed in deep thoughts. He walked out with a giggling Amal who was dumped in a towel.
Amal tapped on her shoulder when she didn't give him her attention even after he stood in front of her for a couple of seconds. That action of him surprised Ayaan, for sure Amal was his son.
"I will dress him. You go and freshen up." Roshini meekly mumbled as Amal was already in her arms. Ayaan nodded and disappeared again.
"So, tell me, which one did you like?" Roshini asked Amal with two t-shirts in both of her hands. Amal signed towards the white one.
"That's my favourite as well." Roshini clapped her hands followed by Amal. The procedure continued for every garment followed by their exclusive claps.
By the time Amal was ready, Ayaan came out fully dressed. Ayaan smiled at her when he caught her staring at him.
He noticed that she wanted to say or ask something but fidgeting her fingers or the end of her saree. She was clad in a red saree making it difficult for him to avert his gaze upon her.
"You wanna ask something?" She nodded which was merely visible if not his experience with her. He signed her to ask and also styling the baby hair of Amal. Not like Amal has much hair but Ayaan was just applying oil in the name of styling.
"That lift incident? Why did he ask me out of blue?" Roshini mumbled.
"Roshu, if you talk like that then the words never reach me." He chuckled though he heard her words.
She threw him a look understanding his chuckle. He laughed more looking at her face.
"And that lift incident, that's how we met for the first time." He smiled reminiscing their first meet.
His words left her deep thoughts once again. Did she reply the same? Who was that kid with her? How come her parents allowed to study in London? Many questions pestered her clogging mind. She held her head as the questions rumbled all over her mind.
Placing Amal on the bed surrounded by the pillows, he held her shoulders firmly to calm her.
"Roshu, look at me." He stressed his every word to gain and divert her attention.
"Just look at me, don't think anything." He whispered softly fondling her cheeks more like cupping her face.
After it felt like an eternity, Amal couldn't control to see his parents together. So, he yelled some incoherent words breaking their trance.
Roshini looked at Amal who was signing her to lift him and she obliged with a giggle. Heat was radiating off her cheeks remembering his proximity and cheeks coated with a natural blush.
They walked down to see the whole family in the living room except the drama queen.
"Dhanya, I told you to get ready first." Thara yelled at her daughter who appeared after a fast sprint.
"I don't know how will you survive at your in laws house." Thara taunted again.
"Firstly, who will marry this drama queen?" Ayaan chuckled followed by the whole family except Roshini and the fuming Dhanya.
Before Dhanya could counter him, Thara threw her a death glare as if challenging her to speak. Surrendering, Dhanya walked out of the place.
Ayaan didn't allow anyone with him except for his wife and their trouble maker. Amal didn't leave Roshini, not even for a second.
"You know, you're same like the old Roshini who made me feel many things and fall for her." Ayaan spoke making her flush in crimson.
'Of course, I would be same.'
She wanted to reply but when she caught the intensity of his eyes, her voice was dead in her throat.
"Even the lift incident, you replied the same you know." He chuckled.
"But why did you ask the question?" She was irritated. She didn't remember anything and her husband was chuckling remembering the past.
"I asked the floor number you want to get down and you totally misunderstood my words."
Clearly there was no good to humanity and kindness in this world. He narrated his wife how they met for the first time.
Ayaan walked down to see the certain someone who came to meet him. After the meet up, he noticed the old lady who lives in the flat right under theirs struggling with the grocery and helped her. Then came Roshini with a baby in her arms.
Looking at her, Ayaan asked, "Second or third?" Roshini threw him a sharp look but didn't speak.
The old lady got down on the first floor as she had some work with the neighbours. Ayaan looked at Roshini and the baby for a couple of seconds and repeated his words.
"Second or third?"
Roshini shook her head in despair being irritated by his question.
"I'm not married to have two or three children." She replied curtly and the number four.
Ayaan was amazed by her reply. He wanted to know the floor number she would get down and this girl completely misunderstood his words.
Another reason was the floor number, fourth floor has only two flats. One is his and another belongs to an Indian family but he never saw her.
He explained the scene to Mathew who laughed slapping the carpet as someone made him shut without any knowledge.
They reached her parents home after a good 40 minutes. Despite his slow driving, they felt like they reached fast.
The other members already reached there and was waiting for the couple. Ayaan and Roshini were warmly welcomed by her parents and family.
"Let have dinner first and then you can continue with your talks." Harikrishna said and within minutes the dinner table was set.
Being the son in law, Ayaan was treated with huge respect, so was his family. Ayaan was waiting for them to complete the dinner so that he can initiate the conversation.
Harikrishna has noticed the stern look of Ayaan which only softened for Roshini and his son who didn't leave her granddaughter even for a second. She ate dinner with him in her lap and eating the mashed food.
After they settled in the living room, Ayaan decided to talk.
Screening the people, he asked,
"Where is Divya?"
Vinayaka Chavithi Subhakanshalu!
Don't see the moon, ok?
The final chapter would be published soon. I wanted to write some snippets but decided to stick to the present more. So next chapter would be the last one.
Tell me, you want Roshini to remember her past? If you ask me, I would suggest you to read the title again.
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