Three days and many boring lectures and laboratory sessions later, Khushi was still reeling under the impact of that smile and the deluge of questions that it had brought upon her poor unsuspecting heart.

Had he known he was smiling at her?

Did he actually mean to smile at her?

Did he recognize her as that Mech. First Year girl?

Did he know her name now?

Or was it all just a simple gesture of bonhomie coming at the back of music and merriment?

Of course, some – and by that she meant her sister, would say that Khushi was overly complicating things for herself by thinking so much. But they wouldn’t know that a restless heart was fertile ground for the birth of ideas, possibilities, scenarios and the thread that binds everything together – questions.

Sighing, Khushi closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of freshly awash river. She heard its gushing sound, teasing her auditory senses in a way that was so different and yet not completely unpleasant, from the sound of waves crashing against the shore. She had always preferred the ocean, its endless bounty a source of never-ending imagination. And yet in the three years that she had now been in Banaras and after having witnessed the mighty Ganga in all her avatars, she had to admit that the river was growing on her.

She opened her eyes and stared at the vast expanse of water in front of her, more than a couple of kilometers wide, almost giving the impression of being an ocean with a purpose, one that didn’t have the time to stand and stare, one that had a destination to find and miles to cover while on the way.

“I have a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore, Toto”

Khushi turned to look at her sister who had just skipped over to join her on the top most step of the famous Assi Ghat. Thanks to the fact that it was one of those rare non-holy days and that it had rained rather heavily for hours earlier in the day, the ghat was rather scarcely populated, allowing the Guptas to linger around for way longer than they usually would have. It was at these moments that the family of four was grateful for the fact that the university campus that housed IE and many other colleges of various disciplines was less than a ten minute drive from the ghat.

“Definitely not Kansas, Dorothy,” Khushi agreed and pulled her knees up to tuck her chin between them, keeping her eyes focused on the pale, watery sun that peeped out of dense clouds. “But I think I still prefer the sea. At least it is blue.”

Tripti cleared her throat. “I think you are getting confused. We lived in Mumbai not Maldives. Or even Goa. When did you ever get to see a blue sea? Or a clean beach?”

Khushi shrugged. “There were days. I choose to remember only those.”

Tripti sighed loudly. “I have decided. I prefer the river, Di. It is so much more….purposeful…like it takes itself seriously..Sort of like you…I like that.”

“Thank you for that backhanded compliment, sister.” Khushi smiled at her sister’s very grown up statement. “Are you sure you are only fifteen, Krishna Tripti Gupta?”

Tripti chuckled and nodded in the direction of her parents who were deeply immersed in a conversation about some fluid mechanics topic that one of her father’s student was basing his doctoral thesis on – as always academics claiming its rightful place as the topic of conversation for their occasional river side get-togethers. “It’s their fault. Their obsession with rivers and the names they gave us as a result makes me generally wiser when it comes to river philosophy.”

Khushi smiled. Their double names, one based on the name of a river and the other based on the emotion their parents claimed they felt at each of their births, was a favorite pet peeve for the sisters, especially for Tripti who was saddled with a first name more commonly reserved for the male species – a constant source of heartache.

Khushi turned to look at her parents and chuckled silently as she saw her father trying to draw up what she could assume were equations and line diagrams on the air in front of them. Even better was her mother’s absolute attention as if she could actually see what Shiv Gupta was writing so furiously in empty space.

So, are you now going to tell me about college?”

Khushi frowned at her sister, surprised at the sudden and very purposeful change of topic. “What?”

Tripti made a clucking noise as she shook her head. “I have been waiting for an IE, Varanasi update for over two weeks now. And there has been not even a squeak from you. That makes me think there is something interesting going on. Spill.”

Khushi snorted. “What! I did tell you about my awesome two weeks. I am being referred to as that Mech First Year girl. I met Arjun Agarwal  – remember him from school? Anyway, he is my lifeline. And the classes…well I definitely cannot complain that I am not being given special attention. Because  all profs seem to be teaching me specifically. It’s so much fun.” Khushi rolled her eyes sarcastically.

Tripti giggled. “Really, Di. I don’t know how you get caught in these situations. Remember the time you got saddled with two roles in the same play because Mr. Khedekar decided he couldn’t trust anyone else with his precious play? Of course, it would have been fun if at least one of those was a lead role.”

Khushi swatted her sister’s arm playfully but shook her head good-naturedly anyway. “They need girls who don’t weigh more than the hero for lead roles. That’s okay.”

This time it was Tripti’s turn to snort. And Khushi’s sister didn’t pull any punches when she did. “Bullshit. You are not fat. How many times should I…”

“Of course you would say that. You are programmed to think and say that. You are my sister after all.”

“Not just me. Baba has always said you aren’t fat either…”

Khushi raised an eyebrow.

“So none of our opinions count because we are related by blood? What sort of Mechanical Engineering special logic is this?”

Khushi smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

Tripti frowned at her angrily for a long moment and then shook her head. “Anyway, this is a never ending argument because you refuse to see reason. So let’s go back to the topic we started off with. Haan, when I asked for an update, I meant something spicy, romantic, dreamy. Tell me about handsome seniors or classmates. You know, the college ka hero types with guitars slung over shoulders and girls sighing at every dimpled smile casually thrown their way.”

Khushi’s heart flipped and did a quick somersault in her chest. How…how had Tripti known? Had Khushi said something unknowingly? Spoken in her sleep perhaps?

Struck by the stupidity of her musing, she shook her head. No, she couldn’t have, she assured herself. She had been very careful. After all, didn’t she know just how relentless Tripti could be? She had still not forgotten her sister’s constant teasing when she had discovered Khushi’s first crush from school…and what a disaster that had turned out to be.

“Again, what crap!” Khushi shrugged. “College ka hero? Guitar? Songs? Too much Bollywood, KT. Real life is a little more boring and mundane, okay?”

“Of course not,” Tripti said forcefully. “You know Nisha Runwal? My classmate? Her brother is studying medicine at IMS and he is such a hero…acoustic guitar, band and everything. I am sure IE has those guys too…And as long as they can sing…Aur kya chahiye…Di…you are such a loser…Focus on the right things…The time for padhai-likhai is over…that’s all we’ve done all our lives anyway….”

Khushi threw her hands up in the air. “Oh God! Wait till I tell Ma and Baba about all this advice you are giving me Dadi-amma. Kya dialogues hain….Where do you get all this from?”

“You always were a tattle-tale, Di. Loser! And you better take my words seriously. Nahi toh Ma and Baba toh uss type ke bhi nahi hain that they will look for a boy for you. I promise you, you’ll have to spend a very unromantic and single status wala youth.”

Khushi groaned and threw her hands around her sister’s neck, pulling her into a huge hug. “You need help, sister. Jaadu ki jhappi from me….Stop…stop….”

Tripti kept screaming, wiggling her way out of Khushi’s embrace and the two sisters convulsed into a bout of uncontrollable laughter. Tripti wrenched herself out of her sister’s hold and stumbled as she got up and ran, still screaming. Forgetting in an instant that she was eighteen and beyond these silly siblings games, Khushi followed her sister, sprinting clumsily in her flimsy slippers as a catch and run session ensued on the cemented platform, finally drawing their parents attention even as the Ganga scuttled by chuckling to herself along the ghat.


Khushi snapped the book close with a loud bang and threw it on the bed carelessly, staring at it for a good two minutes thereafter.

She clicked the tape recorder that was playing some of her favorite romantic numbers shut with a silent curse.

Why, she groaned silently? Why did the author have to do that? The story was progressing nicely, it was just the sort of romance reading that she liked, simple and yet laced with enough passion and drama to make it interesting. And then the standard staple descriptions came along – the heroine’s fair, alabaster skin that glittered against the hero’s darker tan, petite waist that could snap under just a forceful hug, eyes large and doe shaped that remained big and wide every time there was any sort of proximity – willing or otherwise, hair shiny and wavy, rippling down her back or spread across a pillow – beauty that could put any real woman to shame and make them want to throw something at someone.

Why was beauty such an integral part of romance? In these books, in the movies…almost as if those who didn’t fall under these standard moulds didn’t deserve a love story that would make someone’s toes curl. Or was it that people who didn’t look good didn’t find love at all, let alone a love story that inspired?

She looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror. The bushy, sable hair was tied up in a messy knot. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt and calf length pajamas that screamed comfort. And hid her extra kilos superbly. She pushed the pair of spectacles up on the bridge of her nose and shifted her head to see if there was any angle that allowed her to see her eyes and not the horribly pale tubelights that reflected in glass.

Stop frowning and cheer up. Only if you feel good, will you look good. Sulking faces can be fixed with a smile even if everything else is genetic.

Her mother’s constant refrain echoed in her head – one she hated. Her mother didn’t understand. After all Gayatri Gupta was the epitome of understated beauty. She carried with her a quiet elegance that Khushi secretly hoped would be hers one day. Maybe when she was in her forties, she would finally have some semblance of quiet beauty too. Maybe in crisp cotton starched sarees, her ample body would finally find its flattering reflection. Maybe….

A loud clang rang out in the otherwise silent home, making Khushi jump. She glanced at the clock and frowned. Her mother and sister had left for emergency grocery shopping less than ten minutes ago. It couldn’t be them so soon. Which meant it was either someone to do with domestic utilities or someone to meet her father – neither of which category was particularly pleasing to her mind given that it would only mean extra work for her.

Sighing, she got out of bed and ambled out of the room towards the main door. As she did, she saw her father sitting at his work desk with his head bent over some book. “Baba, did you even hear the doorbell go off?” She asked but didn’t wait for an answer – which she knew from her experience of being his daughter was bound to be a resounding no. She was certain he hadn’t even heard her question, let alone external intrusions of the mundane like door bells.

Shaking her head, she walked up to the door and pulled it open forcefully, aware that her face was probably set in a scowl not unlike the one that would have adorned her father’s face if he had been the one to hear the doorbell, if ever.

They say that when you want something with all your heart, the universe conspires to make it happen. Of course, they don’t mention that Murphy probably has a more powerful corollary hidden somewhere that when you do not want something to happen, it most certainly will!

How else, Khushi wondered, would anyone explain the presence of Arnav Varun, to-be gold medalist and model final year Mechanical Engineering student, standing outside her doorstep looking almost as stunned to see her as she was to see him?

Khushi ignored the way her hand tightened over the metal of the door knob, the way her heart cartwheeled in her chest and the way her mouth suddenly felt parched.

It must have been quite a scene, she would think later and curse herself because it was he who cleared his throat – maybe a couple of times before Khushi could register any of it.

“Erm…this is Professor S.K.Gupta’s residence?”

That voice. That VOICE. She knew he was speaking and all she could hear were the distant strains of a song that till recently she only pictured with a famous Hindi film actor and his playback artist.

“Professor, Shiv Kumar Gupta….of Applied Mechanics?” He repeated, shifting slightly so that the fading evening sun peeked out from behind his head and cast a soft orange glow over his features. Maybe it was the change her in her visual field or maybe it was just her sanity returning, Khushi stepped back inside her home and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Mumbling something incoherent about getting her father, she hurried back into the house, finally exhaling as the reality of the situation dawned on her.

Arnav Varun


He was here. At her doorstep.

“Baba, there is …someone to see you.” Khushi said softly, standing behind her father’s chair. When Shiv Gupta didn’t reply, Khushi shook herself visibly and said more forcefully. “Baba,”

Finally, her father lifted his head and stared at her, scowling as he did. “What?”

On another day, her father’s lost to the world attitude would have earned him a lecture from her. Today, however, there were more pressing things on her mind. And they had two-letter initials.

“There is someone to see you?”

Shiv frowned. “Must be Kashinath from the lab. I asked him to bring me…”

Khushi shook her head. “No…no…it’s a student…”

“A student?” He repeated, as if surprised. It wasn’t an unwarranted reaction. In the three years that they had been on the campus, there had been exactly two students who visited their home and both had been well-planned and expected. Her father wasn’t a very gregarious professor, like many others whose homes were well visited, each visit largely welcomed. Her mother, more socially adept than her father, also preferred to meet all her students, lab assistants and colleagues outside the confines of her home.

Shiv Kumar Gupta pushed his chair back and quickly donned his glasses before hurrying towards the main door. Khushi took the opportunity and rushed back into her room, taking deep breaths in and out as she plonked herself on the bed. Her mind was still whirring with panic. What was he doing here? What was he doing here? And she….she glanced up at the mirror, groaning as she saw her unkempt self. She pulled the clip that was holding her hair up messily and allowed her hair to fall over her shoulders. Why, Shiv-ji, why would you do this to me? She whined, looking up at the ceiling. Why couldn’t she have been at least well groomed?

And then it hit her. She was behaving like she…No, she couldn’t. She wasn’t one of these silly girls who couldn’t deal with their crushes. She wasn’t one of those silly girls who had crushes in the first place. She didn’t have time for all of that. And just because this guy asked her to sit in a class full of standing students…and sang like a dream….

Stop it! Hadn’t she learned in school? Crushes were a waste of time. Her strength lay in her head and she would focus on that. So what if he was in her home?

Oh God! She muttered under her breath. He was in her home!


Her reverie ended with her father’s unnaturally loud voice. Clenching her teeth, she quickly scooped up her hair into a neat pony, adjusted her clothes and hurried out.

She found her father and Arnav Varun huddled over the couch with many bundles of paper surrounding them. She waited as her father continued to talk to his student, who not surprisingly, glanced in her direction a couple of times but stayed silent. Trust her father to call her and then get immersed in work again

She cleared her throat. Unfortunately for her, it was Arnav who looked up again. Why hadn’t she realized his eyes were dark, so intense, glittering, piercing, like the midnight sky?

Blinking she turned her gaze to her father who was still pouring over the papers. “Baba,”  She said softly, ignoring the fact that there was a pair of eyes still trained on her.

Thankfully, Shiv Gupta looked up and frowned. “What?…Oh,” He turned to Arnav. “Do you want some tea or coffee?”

Arnav shook his head. “No, Sir. Thank you. I am…Just some water would do.”

Khushi nodded, without waiting for her father’s instruction and turned around to head towards the kitchen. Stumbling across the cabinets, she quickly extracted a couple of glasses and filled them with water. Fumbling some more she finally located a tray and carried it out, muttering herself to make sure she didn’t spill any water as she walked.

She offered Arnav the glass and this time, there was no scope for doubts, questions or misunderstanding as he smiled at her and whispered “Thank you.”

Khushi stepped back and looked at him once by which time he had already turned his attention to what her father had started talking about again – something about force diagrams and viscosity coefficients.

She turned around and escaped once more to the sanctuary of her room. Plonking herself on her bed, she picked up her romance novel and opened it, reading no word or no line, forgetting all about her annoyance at clichéd descriptions of beauty and handsomeness. She forced herself to tune out the soft voices that she could still hear. Or the strain of that song that was still playing in her head.

Papa kehte hain?

She smiled to herself even as her face turned a shade of deep, warm rose.

River Song, Music and Lyrics

Song Title: Aisa Lagta Hai

Album: Refugee

Music: Anu Malik

Singers: Alka Yagnik, Sonu Nigam, 

Lyrics: Javed Akhtar

Koi chehraa nigahon pe chhaane laga,

Koi ab roz khaabon mein aane laga

Aayi rut jo nayi, jaage armaan kayi,

Mausam koi ghazal jaise gaane lagaa

117 thoughts on “Chapter Three: (Home Is) Where The Heart Is

  1. Awesome chapter. Loved Tripti inquisitive enquiryand Arnav landing on Khushi’ s doorstep. Waiting for his interaction with Khushi after this home base encounter. Thx

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  2. iam really really sorry for not commenting last time……
    and abt the updte…..its simply superb……
    u have beautifully written abt normal girls thoughts when they read abt the heroine of a novel……i really used to think like khushi…..
    and her feelings for AV sir is amazingly written……and she is not the only one who is having crush on AV sir……i also have crush on him because of khushi…..because she impressed me a lot……
    and her sis she is awsome…….so cool……
    and now her crush is in her home…..iam really excited to read the nxt chapter…..

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  3. It’s been over a week with your last update and I’ve been a stalker at your side checking it every few hours to see if its been updated with a new chapter. What my life has become after reading all these wonderful stories.
    I’m so impatient to know what happens next. Will you be updating anytime soon?
    Sorry for the bother.;

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  4. so mr hotty drops in for a visit..interestinggggg..she gives him water and he gives her a thank you..hehe loved the messed up Khushi..<3
    cant wait to read more meera..u are amazing!

    teens( MrsKhan-Sobti)

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  5. Wow it was fantastic Meera :)

    So khushi is not skinny model from the fashion show but normal, but seems like many teenagers, she has some complex regarding her looks! But for some reason, i don’t think that Arnav sees her with flaws or that’s what i got from their interactions! !

    Tripti is highlight of this chapter, she is funny, loved her!!

    Arnav at Khushi’s doorspteps and I am eagerly waiting for the next part :)

    Very well written, loving this story :)

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  6. Again the bond between the sisters comes out strong, as it does in EIT and even to some extent in CW (although they are close friends and not sisters, there).
    Poor Kaveri. To have the very source of your unrest, your mental and emotional turbulence, turn up unannounced at your doorstep. And then have him smile at you. :)
    I loved her inner monologue about the emphasis on fairness and being slim that are the foundations of every romantic story. That was one of the first things I noticed here, but did not comment on until now. Thank you for making Khushi normal. Not a slim, fair maiden with perfect hair.

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  7. Haila!!!! At the doorstep!!! Sounds like a typical case of staff-child problems… Specially one living on campus!!! Hmmmm… I wish my mom had cuter students!!!

    Krishna.. She is back!! And Kaveri and rivers.. How u bring such important concepts together is a magic only u can weave!! Pat on the back!!

    I wish I stayed in a city with a river.. I agree with Trip.. Rivers muchhh better than the sea.. Purposeful.. Ever flowing.. Love it!!

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  8. “Had he known he was smiling at her?” Hilarious:)
    Oh Khushi is so cute.
    ‘Why shivji’ comment is also very funny. Love these meetings between arnav and khushi. Nice funny update. Love it.

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  9. Where are you? Is everything ok? Waiting impatiently:(. It has been more than 2 months now and no note or whatever. I’m really upset cuz that’s not fair to the readers who take time out from their busy life to read and comment on the stories.


    1. Hi. I am sorry you are disappointed and I honestly apologize for your time. I did post a note on the IF thread and I assumed that everyone who was reading here saw it. Nevertheless for all my lengthy explanations- I have hit a rather immovable writers block. I am unable to write as I used to and believe me as much as it frustrates you – it pains me more. I am trying my best to do something about it. Hopefully I will be able to either revive the story in the next month or so or place a synopsis of the story in case I am unable to write. I hope you understand my predicament. If not at least accept my apologies for whatever they are worth


      1. Hi dont need to apologize are the no 1 writer….you have given us beautiful stories..u r accessible unlike other authors who block those who dont looks like you are a very patient lady…its ok if you are not able to update…all the best and once again a huge Thank you..and God bless..


  10. Krishna Tripti Gupta is truly a rock star! Krishna and Arjun – is that a latent hint? We’ll find out soon enough I guess….Tripti has a lot of traits of Khushi Kumari Gupta from the show, which might be the reason that she’s instantly liked and is very endearing. The sibling camaraderie at the banks of Ganga was such a pleasure to read. Khushi has a spunky pillar of support, and if not for Tripti she would’ve long succumbed to her insecurities.

    Khushi loves the ocean more than the river, but the river seems to be growing on her. Maybe subconsciously she’s realised that the river is the path to her ultimate destination. Ocean is certainly powerful but the river is inspiring and ever hopeful, so it’s certainly a tough choice to make.

    Now, Khushi can’t be faulted for being a bumbling fool in front of AV Sir. One certainly cannot gather their scattered senses fast enough, especially if the object of their thoughts materialises at the doorstep unsuspected. Arnav seemed speechless for a moment too. Does this mean Aag dono taraf lagi hain?

    Khushi’s confusion regarding the smile has been definitely cleared along with another one bestowed upon her. She’s accepted her growing liking towards AV Sir. She seems to be falling , falling fast…

    Absolutely lovely writing Meera ! :)

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  11. Glad to find quite time to be able to catch up on few chapters of this story.

    Yet, we meet again…him at her doorsteps… Sisterly love for each other…loved Tripti. Khushi has inferiority complex of being fat, but the Hero doesn’t see her in his eyes…a regular girl who blushes and shy profoundly when he gives her ‘dimple’ smile. Let’s see what happens next.

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  12. Jo na hua hone ko hai..ab dil mera khone ko hai :B
    Totally enjoyed..somebody save me! Feeling tne rush of something only your story could create. That reminds me gloryfying porcelain skin.. Lolz that part cracked me up.. Khushi doesnt remain Khushi and I wonder if Arnav would have been electrified if she didnt had doe eyes and petite waist in so many ffs.. Withdue respect..stories had been great.. :B :D

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  13. Tripti is soo cute…her love for bollywood movies is reflecting in her words…how she imagined khushi’s college experience…
    Khushi is surprised to see arnav at her doorstep…last his smile confused her…but this time his smile is only for her…

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  14. The first questions we keep asking ourselves. The meetings keep analysing and re-analysing, the pessimistic, pragmatic and optimistic approach to the whole encounters. Ahhhh!!! Ya, who said having a crush on someone is easy. :P

    “The Ghat”. This ghat makes me wanna go there. Which might have given birth to so many lovestories, seen the evolution of so many stories. You immortalised that ghat for me, which is now on my places to go list.

    ” I prefer the river, Di. It is so much more….purposeful…like it takes itself seriously..” Over the journey of the river, I have enjoyed the way you have romanticised and poeticised the sea, river and the ocean. Metaphoric and so captivating. It just takes you for a ride and like the tide, the story goes through its ups and downs.

    “Their double names, one based on the name of a river and the other based on the emotion their parents claimed they felt at each of their births, was a favorite pet peeve for the sisters, especially for Tripti who was saddled with a first name more commonly reserved for the male species – a constant source of heartache.” My nani was named Krishna. It might be boyish but it is still beautiful. Gupta parents thought process while naming their kids is just marvellous. I mean, I will remember this. Maybe in the future, I might think on similar lines :P

    You know, the college ka hero types with guitars slung over shoulders and girls sighing at every dimpled smile casually thrown their way.”- See AV is such a cliche :P And, yet we want him! Yet he is the dream guy. Khushi has no chance.

    “And then the standard staple descriptions came along – the heroine’s fair, alabaster skin that glittered against the hero’s darker tan, petite waist that could snap under just a forceful hug, eyes large and doe shaped that remained big and wide every time there was any sort of proximity – willing or otherwise, hair shiny and wavy, rippling down her back or spread across a pillow – beauty that could put any real woman to shame and make them want to throw something at someone.” And, for that reason alone, I loved this story. Period. Sums up why I liked it so much.

    AV is here. The whole bit about Universe and things happen if you want them to v/s Murphy’s law. That does give an interesting discussion. But, forget about that. There is something more important happening here. AV is in the house. And, he is as speechless as our Kavi. Hayeee.

    “Koi chehraa nigahon pe chhaane laga,
    Koi ab roz khaabon mein aane laga”. – What an apt selection of songs, that just makes you blush and brings out a silly smile. :D

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  15. Hi Meera,

    Love the way both sisters have two names and how their parents named them…I also find khushi’s self talk very cute and innocent especially with lord shivji and her reactions with arnav..

    Tripti is smart for age, does she know already about AV sir…she knows all about it especially since she has her freind’s brother..hindi lines are so funny..loved siblings bonding..the way it should be..

    Arnav coming to her home..what a surprise..and their small interactions..

    love the way you write about water/rivers and relate it to is amazing…
    Khushi is like her dad..cute…

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  16. Oye..
    I already knew it was Arnav only when Shiv Gupta mentioned his brilliant student..
    Khushi is baffled to see him at her door step..
    She saw him smiling at her..n this time she was sure about it..

    Kitni cute hai meri Khushi <3

    Did I tell u,Meera..
    This Tripti of urs is mind blowing..

    Arjun n Tripti r going to be my second favourite characters as the first spot will always be occupied by Arshi ..

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  17. I composed a long comment and when I tried to post it something happened and I could not access blog. This is my first time reading this story and I thought I lost my second chance as well.
    Few hours later when Fauzi told me it is working, you won’t believe how happy I felt.
    AV sir landed at her door step looking for Shiv Sir and Kaveri Khushi Gupta could not utter a word.
    The parents are truly content and happy in their choti si duniya. Loving them.
    Sisters are behaving like friends. No pretense and no competition. They compliment each other and they love each other.
    Lovely update.
    I am falling in love with this story a bit more, every time I read a new chapter.
    You are one gifted writer and I am already reading one of the stories you have suggested in your notes. It is One day at a time and I am reading it when Sohni has decided to re-post. I could not read it when she published it earlier.

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  18. Krishna & Kaveri are considered as mothers in south india as they give livelihood to ppl & keep the land fertile
    The professors gave their daughters such beautiful names
    Wish I lived in the ghats
    Can spend all my free time watching Ganga maiyya & offer aarti
    AV sir at Kaveri s doorstep , & he thanked her 😬
    Why is kh bothered about baby fat? Just got out of school
    She is just eighteen
    Tripti is so cute , all of 15 & kjo has spoiled her just like the rest of us
    Waiting for more

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  19. Krishna and Kaveri sisterhood is cute 😊 you can become stardom when you face someone you like a lot 😁😁

    True in most of the love stories they show the women always prim and proper. That is not the case In real life.


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