HUM TUMHARE HAIN SANAM

"What Ma'am? I don't want to know anything.. I just want fresh milk.. Next time bring this milk in conditions to drink okay?.." the elder woman scolded the milk vendor standing in the door of her mansion.

"But ma'am.." the man made a crying face, it's becoming an habit from him to ear her trantums everyday.

"No ifs and but.. Get lost now. Tomorrow bring me a fresh milk.." the woman said frowning and ready to close the door on his face.

"Next time..(he smiles sarcastically).. I will bring a cow here so that you yourself see what's fresh milk.." he said descending the stairs and walking to the gate.

"Nandhikis****.. How shameless this man is? Is this a way to talk with me?" she widened her eyes shocked and closed the door taking her milk towards to breakfast table.

"Did you hear what he said Garima? I'm not going to buy milk from him now. It's about my self respect.." Buaji said pouting and sat beside Garima.

"Leave it.." Garima chuckled shaking her head in disbelief.

"Buaji don't I say to you that the world has changed.. We can buy milk from shop also. Why do you want to get behind people to pass everyday from your house just to distribute milk?" Payal laughed.

"Bitiya you don't understand that these little things.." Buaji smiled.

A girl hugged her from behind with a huge smile on her face, "These little things bring joy in our life. Hain na Buaji? Like scolding the milk man without his fault everyday.. Opening the door of your house early in the morning and enjoy the cool breeze with the pretext of taking milk!! And many other thing that kids like you Payal bitiya won't understand now.. We have seen this world.. You are still a kid who needs to learn a lot.. Hain na Buaji?" the girl completed for her.

"Haan..absolutely right.." Buaji smiled and caressed her cheek.

Garima, Shashi and Payal laughed.

Khushi, the girl sat with them smiling.

"Payal bitiya serve me some juice and snacks.. " Khushi mimicked Buaji.

"Aww.. Serve yourself Khushi.." Payal glared at her.

"Pagli.." Buaji hit her forehead smiling.

Khushi giggled and took juice to pour in her glass.

"Drink milk bitiya.." Buaji said passing to her.

"Shii no. I hate milk Buaji.." Khushi made a yuck face.

"Eat well then Miss Universe.. Can't you see day by day you're getting thin?" Garima scolded her.

"Mumma I eat na. If I don't get fat, what's my problem in that?" Khushi pouted munching her snacks and showing to her mother that she is eating.

"Guess who's coming?" Shashi said leaving his phone aside with a smile on his face.

He rolled his eyes when he saw his family talking with each other not even interested in what he said.

"Guess who's coming?" he said a bit loud this time interfering in their daily talks.

Everyone turned to him.

Khushi jumped from her seat happily, "Rohan? Is it Rohan Papa?"

"No.." Shashi nodded sideways.

Khushi sat again rolling her eyes, "Then??"

"Tell us.." Garima said curiosily.

"Will you kill us from curiosity?? Reveal na.." Buaji said tired of waiting.

"Arnav Singh Raizada.." Shashi said smiling.

Khushi look at him weirdly, "Ahn?? Who's this man?"

"Who is he Shashi ji? Garima asked with a confused smile on her face.

Shashi: Oh God. Don't you guys know ASR? How come I'm a business man and my family doesn't know anything about this? He is a king in fashion world.. And moreover, Madhumati at least you should know him because he is Ananya's son. Don't you remember her?.

"Haan..haan.. Now I see.." Buaji nodded.

"Papa don't say king of fashion world. You know Rohan is the king and no one else is better than him.." Khushi frowned.

Shashi smiled and held his ear: Sorry..

Payal: Come on Khushi. You can't compare the Arnav Singh Raizada aka ASR with Rohan!! Papa is right only, as I listen about him with my friends.. He is just the best.. No one can beat him when it's about grabbing a deal..

Khushi pouted: Stop it Jiji.. No one is better than Rohan.. And this arnav or whatever is nothing in front of my Rohan.. I have full faith in Rohan.. You guys will see when world recognize the talent he has..

"Okay okay.. We are not here to fight who is better.. Eat your food you both.." Garima said.

"When is he coming Shashi ji?" Garima asked.

"Next week.." Shashi said, "Make sure his room and everything is changed according to his liking.. I will soon talk about this with you.."

Khushi widened her eyes, "Is that man going to stay with us?"

Shashi nodded and stood up, Garima quickly brought his bag and car keys.

"Papa what's this? You're bringing Rohan's enemy and now mine too here at home? And you want to change everything to his likes? This is not fair.." Khushi said upset, she crossed her arms cutely.

Shashi kissed her forehead smiling, "Drama queen!! Rohan is the best okay. Now cheer up.."

Khushi smiled:Bye Papa.. Have a good day..

"Bye Papa.." Payal waved at him smiling.

Khushi also stood up, after Shashi left.

"Miss where are you going?" Garima asked her.

"To talk with my best friend!!" Khushi smiled.

"Let her go Garima. One shouldn't deny anyone meeting DM. She will be angry.." Buaji spoke in Khushi's defence.

Garima shook her head and left to the kitchen.

Khushi sent a flying kiss to Buaji and walked out of the mansion.

"Payalia where are you going now?" Buaji asked staring at Payal who stood up leaving in hurry.

"When it was Khushi you let her go na without asking.." Payal said.

"Khushi bitiya went to meet DM na, you will go to meet your friends..and I don't like your friends.. One should have friend like DM.. Not those girls who come home and laugh like ghost possessed them.." Buaji said rolling her eyes.

"Buajiiiii.." Payal pouted.

Buaji laughed: Go and don't return with ghosts here..

Payal giggled and went running outside.

Buaji went inside the kitchen to help Garima.

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Somewhere in New York..

Raizada Mansion..

"Mom seriously what's the need for that?" an angry young man looked at his mother.

"Beta you're going to Mumbai first time in your life. It's good to stay with people who are like family.." Ananya, his mother caressed his forehead.

"Mom you know them, not me. For me I will not feel any family vibes from them.. And it's better to stay in a hotel than with people I don't know. I will not be comfortable with them.." Arnav said.

"For me?.." she smiled.

Arnav frowned: I don't like this about you. I can deny everyone but not you..

Ananya giggled: This is mom's super power..

Arnav smirked: Yeah right..

"What a mess you did in your room.." Ananya started taking his clothes from the floor.

Arnav: I was packing my bags..

"Like this?" she made a weird face.

"I was talking with Aman while packing, some clothes fell in the process and you know.."he sat on the bed with a sheepish grin.

Ananya side glanced at him, smiling: You know I think you will like your experience in Mumbai with another family. They are like you know real Indian family. Shashi and his wife, Madhumati and their daughters. It's so nice to have a big family..

"Like I care Mom. You're my family only and you're more than enough for me.." he said rolling his eyes.

Ananya smiled, she sat beside him and cupped his face: My dear son. Even you're my family only..

Arnav rested his head on her lap, checking his emails on phone.

"You know Shashi sent me a pic of their family. I really liked his daughter, her name is Khushi..she looks like a sweet girl.. And you know.." Ananya spoke excited only to be interrupted by him.

"Wait Mom.. I'm going to Mumbai first work reasons, not to bring a bahu here at home. I will bring my hard earned money for you okay, don't ask me for a bahu now.." he pinched her cheek.

Ananya shook her head, she took her phone to show him their picture.

"Look.." she pointed "She is Khushi, that's her elder sister Payal. This is Shashi and his wife, Garima..and Madhumati, Shashi's sister.."

"Mom you want me to get married to this clown.." Arnav pointed to the pic.

"Arnav.." Ananya slapped his shoulder lightly glaring at him.

Arnav chuckled: She's not my type..

"But she's my type.." Ananya said stubbornly.

"Who's getting married? Me or you?" Arnav smirked.

Ananya shook her head, the door ring bell, so she went to open the door leaving Arnav in the room.

Arnav took her phone and was going

through the pictures of the family he was going to stay with.

He gulped when a picture of Khushi appeared in front of him, she was in red!!

His favorite color.. She was not his type, but he couldn't just take his eyes off her.

Hum Tumhare Hain Tumhare Sanam (I am only Yours, my love