Episode 1

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In the past too, so many have been inspired enough to write on the same storylines as mine, kindly stop it, it's down heartening as well as too cheap. (I don't read stories over here, but I have my own sources for finding out the dirty plays many people are playing in the name of "INSPIRATION")

God has given you a brain, use it, otherwise, it'll start rusting!

And again,

DO NOT COPY ANY SCENES FROM MY BOOKS

AND

DO NOT GET INSPIRED BY ANY OF MY STORIES!

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Chandigarh, 2020

Pritika

Ek onkar satnam kartapurakh

Nirmoh nirvair akaal murat

Ajuni sabham

Guru parsad jap aad sach jugaad sachHai bhi sach nanak hose bhi sach.

(God is One, His name is true, He is the creator

Without fear, He is not inimical to anyone, He never dies

Beyond birth and death, self-illuminated,

He is blessed with guru's grace, repeat, true from the beginning, He is true over all the years and age.

He is also true, will be true in future as our Guru,

Nanak says that!)

Chanting the holy hymns of the Gurbani for my tranquillity and inner happiness to have a sincerer connection of my soul to the Divine, I opened my eyes and kept my hands still folded near my chest in a 'Namaskar' position and intoned, "Jo bole so nihaal, Sat Sri Akaal", for one last time of my early morning prayer. ( A shout of victory in Sikhism)! Although I chanted it in a very hushed voice as my baby and my husband were still wheezing, I didn't want to rouse them up.

Today would be a hectic day, I mused assiduously, tying my organic head-grown threads into a no-irritating bun. Furthermore, I have to offer another praying but it still has some time left, so till then, I would make some breakfast for my family and later some other chores.

My baby and my husband, the whole world of mine resides in them, I smiled imperceptibly looking at their sleeping forms. How could I not admire my infant who gave me the world's most satisfying feeling of being a mommy, or, a mother - the heartbeat of any house!

I could still remember how arduous and difficult those days used to be when my baby was just born. If not for my husband and my family's support, I don't know how terribly I would've handled my baby. I thank my Waheguru and Kanha every day for giving me the greatest blessing in the form of my husband and my family.

Sighing contentedly, I pecked her forehead followed by a peck on my hubby's physiognomy as well and was just going to escort towards the kitchen when a sudden firm grip on my wrist stopped my campaign towards the kitchen. Uh, none other than the snoring husband of mine who made me forcibly sit on the bed.

Eyelids still closed and his chocolate brownish hair dismantled like a nest, he croaked out in a sluggish tone, "Why you got up so early? Last night you didn't even sleep properly because of our baby". His eyes were closed yet I could see the deep concern in them, solicitude and affection for me, for his one and only wife.

Breathing out a heavy whisper and ignoring my stubbornness, he eventually kept his head on my lap and belatedly opened his drowsy eyes which he shut promptly at the little source of the light which was coming from the balcony as the horizon was already smothered with the blue divine paints of nature. "I don't know what has happened to you, you don't even have proper rest, yaar," tiredness and a little annoyance etching his visage, he choked out now, finally having eye contact with my brown ones.

Determination, love, concern, exasperation, affection, respect, all the emotions were so subtly encapsulated in his orbs, and then his sharp gaze at me which was already communicating with me, although telepathically.

Our way of talking with our eyes, so much alike of those cliches movies & novels!

Yet, we did this a lot. I grinned and pressed my quivering lips on his forehead again to calm down his irritation as I knew my Angry hippo was repeatedly pestered and mad at me for being careless, dutiful, working, and so on. But my trick didn't work this time as he shifted immediately and sat on the bed, his back resting against the bedrest. Cantankerous mode on, already, I smirked evilly at him but his nose was red, another manifestation of my man being aggravated.

"This is not good for your well-being young lady that you take only three or four hours of sleep a day, this will affect you adversely, why don't you understand this simple fact? What was the need to get up so early? Tell me? You are always extremely careless and lenient about your health, are you a small girl who needs to be lectured again and again on how to maintain one's good health? Tell me?" he kept on his lecture while I was smiling like a nincompoop at him. His words were just a piece of background music for my ears while I was completely centred on his face, he looked adorable with child-like frown and irritation on his countenance.

"And again you are lost," he reasoned, getting more irked at my defiance of admitting his words inside my hard-headed head.

I tittered lowly and pinched his nose, "Accha, sorry, I am sorry, from now on I will take care of my health".

Who would believe that this man in front of me was lecturing me on "Health and wellness" at five in the morning?

But he could do anything. LLB and LLM were running inside his system, not blood as normal people have them, not workaholics like him.

And he could give long, boring lectures even in his dreams, he was so much of a great lawyer I tell you.

"Better you take care of yourself, you have a baby now, don't forget that being healthy means our baby is healthy and fit too," and finally his lecture was concluded as he embraced me softly, the first thing he'd have done if it was a methodical day if I had gotten up 'timely' but today was my 'You-will-be-scolded-harshly' day.

Moving away from his arms and tousling his hair gingerly, I replied, "Today is the Teej festival, my hubby bubby, I need to prepare for it along with Mother, that's why I got up early as many women would be coming to our house today as we all will be celebrating a community Teej like always". Another scolding was on the way when I reverberated again, "And this time, I will not be hungry the whole day, I'd have some milk, fruits and some other eatables as well, no, please no scolding now". I had to nearly pout when I saw the symptoms of irritation marring his features, again, thank god, it didn't come this time, instead, a big, grown smile could be seen on his handsome face.

Angry hippo was finally grinning, not bad, I smirked promptly and hugged him again.

"Make sure you don't wear red sari this time, you look too appealing in that, I don't want any bad eyes on you when you go to the temple, now let me sleep," he vocalised thoughtfully but I deciphered the intense meaning behind his words. He was adorably cute yet possessive about me and more than that, the colour red on me, I grinned and let him rest as I needed to do many businesses today.

Giving him the last adieu, I subsequently got outside our room and went downstairs, meanwhile adjusting my scarf as I had worn a simple yellow salwar suit today.

The festival of Teej, a grandeur, a colourful and religious festival to celebrate the beauteous commemoration of the arrival of monsoon and also the primary reason, as a marital bliss as women pray for health & wellness of their husbands to Goddess Parvati and sometimes, men too do that as mine does for me every year, although surreptitiously. Only I am aware of this fact as he had warned me specifically not to share this with anyone, god knows why.

This was my third Teej in this house. I was in my scintillating reminisce of my foregoing reminiscences only when I heard my baby's urgent crying voice coming from our room.

"Gudia," I heard my mother-in-law's voice echoing in the house as well, I think she too got alarmed at our baby's sudden loud cry in the morning. I started ascending the stairs with palpitating breaths and tremoring legs. She hadn't cried like this ever. She was sleeping peacefully, what happened so suddenly, I deliberated, wishing nothing serious to have befallen to the least.

"Pritika, Pritika," my husband too started calling out my names as her cry got harsher and loud.

I reached the bedroom haphazardly and choked out panting heavily, "Divyaant, what happened?", witnessing my baby whimpering resolutely in the arms of my husband.

"Divyanka, baby," I whispered lowly and hastened towards her to take her in my arms.

"Boo," cryingly, she managed to voice out and I was in a deja vu kind of stupor when I heard that same yet a long-forgotten word. Her cries no longer were apprehended by me as my cognisance started its superhit, blockbuster movie of the flashbacks of the past.

Hearing the 'Boo' from her for the first time reminded me of something very pure and splendid that had happened three long years back.

The 'Boo' that changed my life!

The 'Boo' that was the first seed of the irrevocable love between the two poles apart souls!

Pritika & Divyaant!

Whose symbol of undying love was,

Divyanka,

Our daughter!

This was our story,

This was the cutest love story, the story where:

Love started with a 'Boo'.

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So, how's the chapter?

How's the starting?

Are you excited for their journey?

So, how's the chapter? How's the starting? Are you excited for their journey?