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chapter 28

Hey friends! I hope you have been well. I had been getting messages and comments to update so I took a little time out of my studies and wrote this chapter. I promise you will like it.

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Lunch went smoothly with light conversations. Sonal dee had decided to join us for lunch. Mamma had made variety of Indian dishes which were yummy. Arti dee even asked for some recipes.

After lunch we all enjoyed the Malai kulfi that I had made. I had saved one for Papa also.

Misha had also worked her charms on Sonal dee. I wish papa could have met Misha. My papa loved little kids and it gave him immense joy to spend time with them.

It was a cute scene to see Misha sneaking of Arnav's kulfi. Her little hands had a bowl in her hand with kulfi on it. She was sitting on Arnav's lap. Arnav had wrapped one hand lightly around Misha to ensure she wouldn't fall down. Another hand was holding the kulfi which was near Misha's face. Whenever she saw her uncle busy, she would lick her uncle's kulfi and smile mischievously.

She thought no one was looking at her but I knew Arnav was aware all the time. Whenever she did that, Arnav's face would stretch into a small smile. He tried his best to hide it from his niece so that she could enjoy knowing her plan was working.

It was such a sweet scene for me. Watching Arnav care for Misha as his own daughter showed how mature and responsible he was. Not to forget how deeply he valued relationships.

I couldn't help myself from smiling at the duo and thats what caught Misha's attention. She realised her harmless crime had now a witness but instead of crying, she gave me a big mischievous yet innocent smile. That was the smile that no one could resist. That smile could make you fall in love.

Her smile reminded me of Lord Krishnaji in his childhood days. How Krishnaji used to steal 'Makhan' mischievously. Misha's smile was what Yashoda maya would have seen in Krishnakji's face everytime he was caught doing the act.

Though I was no Yashoda maya of this little princess but she had somehow stollen a part of me.

I returned her a big smile and brought my hands out gesturing her to come to me.