EPILOGUE

5 years later...

Khushi was running around the house with a small t-shirt in her hands.

Aashi looked at Khushi in confusion.

" Mumma, are you racing with Aru?"

" No, he ran away from the bathroom after I forcedly bathed him. He is roaming in the house with only his underwear on. He will catch cold. Aashi, please try to catch him na. That boy has grown too naughty for me to handle." Khushi spoke as she panted for breath.

Aashi nodded and checked behind each and every curtain to find her baby brother. He was just three years old but was very naughty. He kept Khushi on her toes throughout the day.

Aashi went towards the room on her right.

It was a quite large room with white walls and navy blue curtains. The walls were decorated with photo frames. One of the photos was of Arnav and Khushi's childhood where Khushi was making a funny face towards the camera while Arnav pulled one of her ponytails.

Another photo was of Arnav's parents with him and Khushi, during their childhood.

Another photo was of Khushi's father, Shashi with Arnav and Khushi on either side.

An adjacent photo was of the day before Lavanya's wedding where Arnav, Khushi, Lavanya, Niall, Anjali and Aashi were posing as a family.

The last photo was from the hospital where Khushi was on the hospital bed holding a day old Arush in her arms. She was looking towards Arnav while he was kissing Arush's forehead and Aashi was smiling towards the camera, sitting beside the bed.

There was a black ebony table and chair at the left side of the room where the most loved person of her life sat. Her papa!

Above the table was a huge photo  hung on the wall.

Arnav, dressed in a black three piece suit,  was smiling with one hand on his daughter, Aashi's shoulder while his other arm was held by Khushi who had her other arm around their son, Arush. Arush was wearing a suit matching to Arnav's. Khushi was wearing a red coloured saree and aashi had worn a red princess frock matching with her.

" Papa, have you seen Aaru? Mumma has been searching for him for quite a while." Aashi chirped keeping her hand on Arnav's shoulder.

Arnav looked upwards to aashi and adjusted his spectacles.

"Aaru? No, he didn't come into this room." He said glancing towards the table.

Aashi bent down and saw little Arush hiding under the table, covering his eyes with his tiny palms and giggling.

" Peek a boo, little devil! I caught you! Come on, wear your shirt." Aashi said, grabbing his arms.

Arush gave a wide toothy smile and caught Aashi's hair.

"No you no caught Aru. Aru caught di!"Arush said with a cute lisp.

"Leave my hair Aru!" Aashi screamed.

Arnav bent and picked up Arush, freeing Aashi's hair from his small fist.

"No!" He showed his finger to Arush " Good boys don't pull girls' hair."

"Accha? I think somebody should have taught you that Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. Have you forgotten how you used to pull my poor hair? My poor braids would pain as if they were going to come off any moment." Khushi said, leaning by the door, running her hand through her hair.

Arnav put Arush down. " Who told you to tie braids? I never liked your braids. You are better without them. Also, your hair would pain because they are weak unlike my Aashi's hair. They are strong and silky because she uses Sunsilk!" He said like if he was endorsing the shampoo brand.

"Even I use Sunsilk, Raizada!"
Khushi frowned. Arush approached her taking small baby steps.

"Stop! I am not going to talk to a shirtless baby. Wear your shirt then I will talk to you." She said sternly showing her fingers to Arush.

" Mumma! Me Saman Kan!"He said with a cute lisp.

"Yes. Khushi, you enjoy seeing Salman Khan shirtless. Then, why not my handsome son? Such a hypocrite you are! Come baccha, I will make you wear a shirt." Arnav  picked Arush up again.

" What the! You are trying to steal my son? I shall not spare you ASR!" Saying that she pounced over him and took Arush in her arms.

" Mumma likes you better with your shirt on. Salman Khan is a second choice and your papa is third. Come I will make you wear your shirt. " She said, making a face towards Arnav and left the room.

"What the, Khushi! Really Salman Khan is your preference over me?" Arnav exclaimed while Aashi continued giggling.

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At night...

After putting Aashi and Arush to sleep, Khushi proceeded towards her room. She remembered all those years that she had spent with Arnav.

5 years ago, she had left for London with Arnav and Aashi. Arnav's nani had been more than happy to meet her new grand daughter in law. She had accepted Khushi and Aashi in the family whole heartedly.

Khushi's father had returned back to Allahabad devoting his life to the temple after going on a pilgrimage with his relative.

Lavanya and Niall now had a four year old daughter and Khushi occasionally visited them.

Arnav and Khushi were enjoying their marital bliss once again with an additional joy called Aashi this time. Some time later, they were joined by their little naughty Arush.

Arush was just like Arnav and Khushi's lost childhood. They never even thought about Indrani anymore. They were happy with each other, always fighting and teasing. The ending was same at all times, Arnav would apologize as he couldn't bear to see Khushi's tears.

Now her Angrez Lard governer was angry with her and she had to now console him. She said that Salman Khan above Mr. Grumpy pants in the hierarchy of her favourite people. This had given Arnav singh Raizada the great  ample reason to become angry again, phir se!

But after what she will tell him now he will become happy like before, phir se!

She entered their room and chirpily called out to Arnav.

Noticing his absence in the room, she frowned. She heard the sound of the shower and realized that he is inside the bathroom.

Then she smiled brightly as an amazing idea struck across her little head. She ran towards the drawer near her bed side and removed some papers from there. Her face shone like a LED bulb looking at the papers.

She heard the bathroom door opening and ran to keep the papers on Arnav's study table. She knew he would go there first.

She then pretended to be asleep on the bed.

Arnav came into the room and saw her sleeping. He put his hands on his waist and frowned.

She didn't even try to console my anger!

He went towards his study table to read the minutes of his previous meetings. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly fell on the bunch of papers kept near his files. He scrunched his face wondering what they were.

His expressions changed into joy as he read through the papers.

They were test reports confirming Khushi's pregnancy.

He felt her engulfing him into a hug from behind. He held her hands as she said slowly

"I am sorry. You are certainly more important to me than Salman Khan."

"Baby, phir se?"

"Yes!" Khushi nodded as he gave her a big hug and their hug was everlasting this time.

This is just a happy beginning...

This is the end of phir se. i enjoyed writing this throughout and hope you all did too . tell me in the comments section which was your favourite part.

Arre haan somebody had asked me what does phir se exactly mean

Well it means once again.

Accha bye!

The compensation season 2 shall be updated on most probably my birthday.

And the season 2 to phir se shall be put up very soon so if you wish to give some suggestions, some criticisms ...you are most welcome.😀