When Vishakha woke up, it was close to lunch time and Champa informed her that Sameer had gone to the factory as usual. When Vishakha called him at work, he assured her that he would try to be back earlier than usual.

True to his word, Sameer got home about five that evening, only to find that some of his mother's cousins had already come over to welcome her. More family members kept dropping by as time went by. Much to his relief, Anjali Masi wasn't among them! The evening was spent entertaining the guests. Food and drinks were ordered and then polished off while reminiscing about Rohan's wedding and exchanging other family news.

Once they bid goodbye to the last of the guests, it was past ten. Sameer addressed his mother "You must be tired. Get some rest." Vishakha watched him silently for some time before gesturing towards the cane chairs in the porch "I am alright. Let's sit and chat for a bit."

Sameer followed her and asked as sat down "How is everyone in London? Is Dad's back better now?" His mother answered his queries and some small talk followed for a few minutes. All this while, Sameer was mentally preparing himself for the inevitable.

He didn't have to wait for too long though as Vishakha broached the subject "Deepu told me that you and Naina was helping her with some work-related stuff. Is that finished? Or are you still meeting her?" A wry smile fleeted across his face – Boy! She does not beat around the bush! Well, he wasn't known for it either! He replied in a steady voice "I am still meeting her. And yes, Naina has recently helped Deepu with some recommendations, but that's not the reason I have been in touch with her since I got here."

Trying to appease him by accepting some blame for the situation, Vishakha spoke "Beta, I realize that we shouldn't have pressurized you about Ishita. And I hate to think that in an attempt to promote a match between you two, we have instead pushed you away from us... and towards some girl here! Come back. I promise, I will listen to your views, understand your preferences before introducing you to any other girls. I can now see that Ishita was very immature... not a good match for you. I have a feeling you will get along really well with Mrs Mital's niece, she is a serious sort of girl..."

He dismissively replied "Mom, stop trying to set me up. I have already asked Naina to marry me."

Not sure if she was misheard, Vishakha stammered "Marry Naina?? Why?? How can you decide something so important so quickly? You barely know her..." Her son replied firmly "I know her well enough to know that she will make me happy." His voice softening with a slight smile, he continued after a pause "Mom, believe me, she is a lovely girl... very simple... maybe too naïve at times... but her heart is in the right place! You will really like her once you get to know her."

Still confounded by his declaration, Vishakha muttered "Beta, if you don't want a girl who has grown up in the west... we can find you a nice Indian girl who has grown up here." He responded impatiently "I have already found a 'nice Indian girl' that I am in love with!"

As something dawned on her, Vishakha asked "Does Deepika know that you have proposed to Naina?" When he nodded in reply, she muttered "Both my children are now keeping secrets from me! Like I am their enemy."

She stood up abruptly "God knows what I was thinking! Coming all this way..." As she started to turn towards the door, she questioned in an accusatory tone "And were you also planning to elope like your sister?! At least, in her case, we knew she was dating Ollie... but you... Had it not been for Anjali's call, we probably wouldn't have known about Naina till you decided to introduce your wife to us!" Sameer instantly objected "That's so not true! And you know it very well. Of course, I didn't plan to marry her in secret! Why would l??"

"But you have hidden the news of your engagement, haven't you?!" When Vishakha's allegation was met with silence, she went on "Looks like her family has welcomed you with open arms... and why wouldn't they?! They must be overjoyed that their daughter has landed with such a brilliant match!" He shook his head "Mom, it's not like that. They don't know anything about us." She scoffed "You expect me to believe that?! Didn't you help with her grandmother's surgery? And her family didn't question why??" Flushing a little, he replied sounding awkward "They think, Naina and I are just friends. I wanted to share the news with you and Dad before approaching her mother."

Deciding she needed some time to fully comprehend the bombshell her son had just dropped, Vishakha headed inside mumbling "Goodnight... let's talk tomorrow. I need to lie down." Sameer nodded and then continued sitting in the porch, unable to decide if the conversation had gone better or worse than expected.

* * *

The next morning, after much analysis, Vishakha decided to handle the situation in her way. When she approached Sameer at breakfast, she was surprised to find Munni perched atop his lap as he pointed out some cartoons in the newspaper. The child who had been excitedly blabbering something to him, immediately went silent seeing Vishakha and ran inside.

Sameer had heard his mother having long heated phone conversations the night before. He had assumed, quite rightly, that she had been appraising Vivek of this new twist in the tale. The dark circles around her eyes indicated that she hadn't slept much.

He enquired "Good morning Mom, did you get some sleep? You look rather knackered..." After returning his greeting and replying to his queries, Vishakha silently sipped on her tea for some time.

"Your Dad is very upset with all this... He can barely remember her." she muttered sounding let down. When Sameer chose to stay silent, she added "I spoke to Deepu. She said she has some photos of Naina and will take them around to show him." Not sure what to say, Sameer made some noise of understanding.

After Champa had served her breakfast, Vishakha questioned "When will you finish work today?" He replied tentatively "About half-five... but I will meet Naina afterwards for some time."

She replied resolutely "So, she is free today... Good. Tell her, we will come to meet her family today evening."

Sameer was stunned "Today?! What's the rush Mom? Her family doesn't even know about us." Vishakha retorted "So? You were just waiting to inform us, right? Now that's done, why wait? I don't think there is any point in my trying to talk you out of this engagement. So, let's go meet her family!"

Taken aback by her insistence, Sameer mumbled "Naina must be on her way to work now... let her at least talk to Auntie in the evening... they will need some time to prepare..." Vishakha grudgingly acquiesced "Sure. Tell her that we will come over tomorrow evening." And then almost sneered "And tell her there is no need to prepare for anything... they are used to your visits anyway. It will be just one additional person!"

* * *

Naina was at work, eagerly looking forward to meeting Sameer to learn about his conversation with his mother, when the phone at her desk rang. Sameer had called to cancel their coffee date saying he had received a call from his mother that she wasn't feeling too well and wanted him to accompany her to the doctor.

Before Naina could make any thoughtful enquiries about her future mother-in-law, he rushed on "You have to tell Auntie about us today. Mom wants to meet your family tomorrow." She fumbled in reply "Tomorrow? So soon?"

When he responded "She wanted to come today! I managed to postpone the visit to tomorrow." she managed to present an argument "But, she is unwell now. So, how will you come over?" He muttered darkly "I have a feeling she will be perfectly fine by tomorrow! And if not tomorrow, we will visit in a couple of days."

Naina muttered anxiously "What will I tell Maa?" He sighed "Naina, just tell her that I am bringing my mom over as I want to marry you. The guy's family coming over to meet the girl's... Isn't this the norm?" She sounded nervous "Yes, but this is so sudden..."

He hummed and then tried to diffuse the tension "Should I first ask Mrs. Mehta to bring my photo over today?" She was lost "What??" He chuckled "Do you think Auntie will be more open to my proposal if she is presented with my photo via the normal channels?" Finally catching on, she grumbled smiling slightly "How can you joke at a time like this?!" He smirked at the other end "Anything to make my fiancée smile!"

There was some background conversation at his end and then he spoke again "Hey, I have to go. My next appointment is here. Relax... Auntie will be fine. I will talk to you tonight, okay?"

* * *

All the way back, Naina rehearsed her speech and the counter arguments to any objections that her mother and grandmother were likely to present her with. When she got home, Naina discovered that her mother was out for some grocery shopping. And so, she practiced some more!

On her return from her shopping, followed by some chatting with the neighborhood ladies, Rama was pleasantly surprised to see that not only was Naina already back, but the pressure cooker was happily whistling too.

As the three women partook of a simple meal of Aloo-Gobi and Dal-Chawal, Rama chattered away, sharing the gossip she had picked earlier in the evening.

Taking a deep breath, Naina blurted "Maa, Sameer had called today. He wants to come over tomorrow evening." Rama was puzzled "On a Wednesday evening? Is he coming in this direction for some work?" Anxiously mashing the potato in her plate, Naina muttered "No... he wants to bring his mother over." Malati asked "Doesn't his family live in London?" Naina replied "Yes Nani. His mother is visiting." As Malati nodded, Rama commented approvingly "That's very nice of him... to want to introduce his mother to us. Very well-mannered boy!" Then she added "But, he didn't mention her visit last time... when did she arrive?"

Naina gulped almost half a glass of water before replying "She arrived yesterday. It was a surprise, so he wasn't expecting her." "She came all the way from London to surprise him?!" Rama was definitely surprised. After a small pause, she asked sounding perplexed "Why is he bringing her over so soon after her arrival? Surely, she will be staying in India for some time now... Are they planning to visit any other relatives in this area tomorrow?"

"No Maa... They are coming to meet us. To see us... I mean, me..." Naina fumbled trying to find the right words. Rama's forehead creased in confusion "To meet you? But she has already met you during that wedding trip..." As a flushed Naina started to explain "Yes, but not like that... She... I mean, they" Malati suddenly exclaimed "Rama, they are coming to see our Naina for marriage! Right beta?!"

As Naina nodded blushing deeply, Rama exclaimed "But, you said you are just good friends!" while Nani smiled serenely "I knew this was going to happen." Rama turned to her mother in surprise "How did you know? Did Naina tell you?!"

Malati laughed "No, her and his 'naina' told me!" Turning to her granddaughter, she continued "My heart might be weak... but my eyesight and sixth sense are very strong! Ask your Maa... even when you were a baby, I would know that you were hungry before you started bawling." Her old face wrinkled some more, and eyes moistened "Beta, I am very happy! He is a good man and will keep you happy."

Still more than a little shocked, Rama asked her daughter "But, why didn't you tell me something? His mother, sitting in London, found out before us?!" Naina stuttered "Maa... I was going to tell you... but I was waiting for Sameer to..."

Naniji tutted "Oh ho, Rama... since when do young girls talk of these things with their families?? Of course, the boy and his family have to make the first move! Now stop questioning her and start planning for tomorrow." Malati instead started her own interrogation "Naina, how many people are coming from his family tomorrow? And what time?? Are they coming with a formal proposal?"

The prospective-bride blinked nervously "I think it will be just Sameer and his mother... he didn't say when... I will ask him. What do you mean by a formal proposal??" Rama spoke up "What Amma means is, are they just coming for a chit-chat or will they come with the Shagun?" As Naina cluelessly shook her head, Malati muttered "That's ok. Let's see what they say tomorrow. Both of you take the day off from work tomorrow. Lots of preparation will be required."

The next hour or flew by with Naina mostly listening in to the older ladies plan the cleaning, cooking, and some shopping for the event. Sameer called up about half-past-nine to confirm that his mother had recovered what was seemed to be just a bad case of indigestion, and that they would be visiting the next evening. He mentioned that they were at some relative's place and hence he couldn't talk for long.

After conveying the message to her mother Naina retired for the night. Not being able to find out exactly what Sameer had disclosed to his mother, had left her on the edge. The nervous energy buzzing through her kept her up for more than half of the night, chatting just one mantra - Remember Jhansi ki Rani!

* * *

It was a little before six in the evening. Pining Naina's pallu in place, Rama stepped back to gaze at her daughter. Naina was draped in a coral pink silk saree with a narrow zari border. Both her wrists were covered in matching glass bangles and a thin gold bangle at the other edge. Adjusting the American diamonds necklace gracing Naina's slender neck, she muttered "Let me and Amma do most of the talking! And don't forget to touch her feet."

Nervously touching the fragrant jasmine gajras in her hair, as she eyed her reflection in the mirror, Naina muttered "Maa, I think this is too much... Sameer has already seen me so many times!" Rama retorted "This is for his mother! She has never seen you... I mean, never seen you as a prospective daughter-in-law." Naina mumbled "Sameer has already asked me to marry him. And he said it doesn't matter whether his family agrees..." Lightly tapping her daughter on her head, Rama rebuked her "Please don't say something like this in front of his mother!" Ignoring her daughter's annoyed look, Rama warned her "That's just what boys say... if his mother didn't have a real say in this matter, she wouldn't have come here all the way from London to see you!" and left the room muttering "Knowing how punctual he is, they will be here very soon. Let me go check on Amma."

With growing apprehension, Vishakha followed her son through the gate of a society which clearly housed some very middle-class families. The patchy pale-yellow exterior of the building that they entered had not been painted for close to two decades. As they passed some doors, Vishakha gulped nervously, the interiors clashing vividly against those of the flats that she frequented in England these days.

In one of the flats, an elderly man dressed in a lungi and vest with a protruding belly was watching the television with the volume turned very high. Sameer nodded at the man and muttered to his mother "He was electrocuted few weeks back in his balcony, because of some issues with the wiring." Baffled by the fact that Sameer knew about this incident, Vishakha, now trying to avoid any contact with the walls, quickened her pace.

When they stopped outside a door on the second floor, Vishakha took in the little Swastik and Ganesha stuck at the top of the doorframe. The name plate said Mrs. Malati Garg in a bigger lettering followed by Mrs. Rama Agarwal in a slightly smaller font.

Apparently, Rama had come to know her to-be-son-in-law quite well, cause the doorbell rang at precisely three minutes past six. As Malati scrambled out of her chair, Rama, cautioning her to be careful, rushed to open the door.

Smiling widely, a slightly flushed Sameer immediately carried out the introductions "Namaste Auntie, this is my mother. Mom, Naina's Maa and Naniji." As Rama eagerly ushered them in, both the mothers tried to discreetly size the other.

Vishakha's eyes lingered on Rama's pale blue printed silk saree, a small gold chain around her neck and the tiny gold studs in her ears and her salt and pepper hair tied in a simple bun. Dressed in a simple crisp ivory cotton saree, Naina's grandmother welcomed them with a warm smile and gestured them all to make themselves comfortable.

Rama observed the woman draped in an elegant beige silk saree, donning diamond earnings and a Mangalsutra with a diamond pendant. A glossy shoulder length bob framed her sharp features, and she wore some light makeup.

As Vishakha handed over a big box of Meethai to her, turning to her daughter who was standing a little to the back, Rama called out "Come beta..." and then addressed Vishakha with a nervous chuckle "She is feeling a little shy..." Forcing her lips into a slight smile, Vishakha thought to herself – If she was so shy, my son and I wouldn't be sitting here!

Naina hesitantly stood in the lounge doorway for a moment or two, before stepping forward. Her mother's warning had rattled her. Will he really change his mind if his mother doesn't approve of me?? She does seem like someone who is used to having her way...

Recalling their past interactions, Naina instinctively uttered "Good Evening Ma'am." Then realizing her folly, she bit her tongue and quickly bent forward "I mean... Namaste Auntie!" Vishakha stopped her half-way muttering "It's okay..." Choosing a chair next to Vishakha, Naina inquired, "Are you feeling better today?" Vishakha nodded "It was just indigestion... must have been the food on the flight."

An awkward silence occupied the room, till Sameer addressed Malati "Tabiyat theek hain Naniji?" An extremely shocked Vishakha stared at him as if though he had grown horns!

Malati beamed at him "Bilkul theek hu! Traffic jyada toh nahi tha?" He shook his head "Nahi..." then turning to Rama he continued "We made it a point to leave early." Rama smiled at him fondly and then addressed Vishakha "I told Naina, he is very punctual!" For the next minute or two, Rama complimented Sameer on his excellent manners and Vishakha on her wonderful parenting.

The room feel silent again till Malati asked Vishakha if she spoke Marwadi and then nodded in approval when Vishakha confirmed that she did. Everyone now happily switched to conversing in their mother tongue. Sameer of course stuck to English for the most part!

Rama and Naina brought out the coffees and array of snacks which had been prepared especially for the guests. Rama urged Sameer "Try the Kachoris. They aren't as spicy as that day!" Vishakha remarked with a tinge of cynicism in her voice "Aare wah... not only Naina, but you also already know all his likes and dislikes!" Not sure how to interpret her words, Rama just offered a smile.

Choosing an apparently safe topic, Naina asked "Auntie, how are Rohan and Sanjana doing? And Deepika and Oliver?" As Vishakha assured her of everyone's wellbeing, Rama immediately added "Oliver is such a lovely person! Amma and I were so surprised by his friendly behavior." Vishakha muttered confused "You met Ollie??"

Oblivious of the goof-up committed, Rama shared enthusiastically "Sameer and Oliver had accompanied Deepika when she had come to visit Naina after that accident. We were so touched by her concern. Such a sweet girl!" All Vishakha managed to utter was a "Oh... right right..." Sameer squirmed in his seat in anticipation of the questioning that would follow later. Naina glared at Sameer thinking – This is exactly why talking to me last night should have been more important than visiting some relatives! I have no idea what his mother knows!

Both the older ladies now praised Vishakha's lovey daughter and son-in-law at length and reminisced about that visit.

Suddenly wiping some moisture from the corner of her eyes, Malati addressed Vishakha sounding extremely emotional "Beta, I keep feeling this was meant to be... it was always written in their stars." As everyone looked at Malati with varying degrees of surprise and confusion, the elder lady went on with a thoughtful smile "Even your father blessed Naina in his own way! He supported her years ago without realizing he was helping his own."

Interrupting Malati, Vishakha turned to Naina in surprise "Papa helped you?! When??" Caught off-guard, Naina fumbled "When I was in college... he had helped me financially... like a scholarship..." Sameer's fingers itched to reach out and clasp her almost imperceptibly trembling hands, instead he spoke in a rush "Nanu always helped so many students! There are still so many scholarships set up in his name. Mom, in fact that reminds me... I have to discuss a few more scholarships with you. The board of PVKM has approached us with a proposal."

Distracted by his words, Vishakha remarked "Yes, Papa was really remarkable! He was involved in so many worthy causes and is still so fondly remembered." She turned to Naniji "Sameer told me you underwent a heart surgery at the Apollo hospital. How is your recovery coming along?" Some discussion followed about Naniji's health, and once again Sameer was praised for all his assistance in the matter. Naina internally rolled her eyes – Why say they are coming to see the girl? When all the focus is going to be on the boy!

But she shouldn't have complained cause the very next moment Vishakha addressed her "So, what are your hobbies?" When Naina replied "I read when I can... there isn't much time for anything else these days..." Rama added smiling "She used to participate in debate competitions and dramas while in school." Recalling something, Sameer exclaimed "Naina, I just remembered, you played Juliet in school, right?!"

While Naina nervously reached out for glass of water and gulped most of it in one go, Rama beamed at him "Did she tell you about it? She was so good! Even after she left the school her drama teacher used to always tell me that she was the best Juliet he ever had! She had so many lines and did not forget even one!" Naina smiled at the praise, as her mind countered – Only because he was not playing Romeo!

Her prospective mother-in-law smiled and then asked, "And do you enjoy cooking?" Naina truthfully replied "Auntie, Maa hardly ever lets me to do much at home... I can cook the basics... but I am not very good at it." Naniji tutted "That's not true! Just the other day she had made this different type of potatoes. Vimla, our neighbor, was asking her for the recipe!" Naina thought dejectedly – And it's the one thing he doesn't like...

It was only when Rama asked surprised "Sameer beta, you don't like potatoes?! Why didn't you say so?" that Naina realized she had said it aloud! Sameer rushed to assure Rama "Auntie, I don't have anything against potatoes... I just don't like them in everything!"

Malati rushed to her granddaughter's rescue "She is learning to cook other things too. But you know, poor thing works such long hours..." Vishakha nodded "I am sure there will a be lot of time to learn all these household tasks after she stops working." Naina spoke sounding uncertain "Why will I stop working?? Sameer said it's okay..." Sameer nodded "I don't have any issues with that." But Vishakha muttered "How will you manage the household with all your touring?? And travelling away from home..."

As Naina started "But I-" her mother cut her off "Behenji, Naina doesn't usually go on overnight tours... Amma and I don't approve. But you are right. It's good to focus on the household after marriage." Naina protested "Maa, you have worked and managed the house all these years. I can also do it." But her mother brushed away her argument "I have done it because it was necessary. Why would you need to?"

Casting a warning glance at her daughter, Rama went on to explain to Vishakha that having lost her husband and father taking up a job had been a matter of survival. Vishakha's gaze softened as her heart empathized with Rama's loss and the struggles that she had faced. She stared at Sameer for a bit pondering on something.

Close to half-past-seven, Vishakha prompted her son "Shall we get going?" turning to the hosts she added "We have been invited to my uncle's place for dinner." When Rama cast a questioning glance at her mother, the older lady asked Vishakha "You will be in Ahmedabad for some time now??" Vishakha nodded but did not share any details. Malati nudged Naina "Go bring the sweets and that other box."

As Malati held out the two boxes to Vishakha, she protested "What's the need for this??" The older woman smiled "It's an idol of Ganesha. Consider it a blessing from me. The sweets are homemade, Sameer really likes my Besan ke ladoo!" And then Nani addressed Sameer in a teasing tone "Naina helped me a lot with the ladoos today. And has noted down the recipe too!" The young couple blushed at her words.

As Rama and Naina accompanied the guests to their car and waved them a goodbye, some inquisitive neighbors peeked from their balconies and windows. Rama knew there would be many questions over the next few days!

While climbing up the stairs, Naina pensively asked her mother "What do you think? Of her..." Noting her daughter's nerves, Rama tried to assure her "She seems nice. Don't worry, she will warm up when she gets to know you. It's all new for her too..."

On entering their flat, Naina headed to her room and started removing the jewelry that she had donned for the occasion. Though her mother had not admitted anything to the contrary, she was not sure if Vishakha had left her home with a favorable impression. Naina huffed at the memory of her mother assuring Vishakha that Naina wouldn't work after getting married. Why did Maa have to say that?! And what does it matter to Auntie if I continue working? Deepika works too... she doesn't have a problem with that, right?!

She also mocked her reflection in the mirror – And you... you were going to show everyone your Jhansi-Ki-Rani avatar! So, what happened?? She fought valiantly against the British army! And you surrendered to your Desi-British in-laws even without fighting??

That night, when on their own, Rama remarked to her mother "Amma, do you really think that they will make a good match? I didn't say anything to Naina, but I found his mother quite intimidating! Did you see the diamonds she was wearing? Amma, how will our Naina fit in that house? They hired a palace for their other son's wedding... how will we ever live up to any of their expectations?" The older woman tried to ease her anxieties "Sameer knows our situation. He wouldn't have brought his mother here if he had any such unrealistic expectations from us."

Sounding skeptical, Rama added "And she didn't give any indication of how they would like to proceed from here on... I am not sure if Sameer will really agree to proceed with this relationship if she doesn't approve." Malati patted her arm "Don't fret so much! Let's hope for Naina's sake that he doesn't change his mind now. My poor child will be heartbroken..."

But Rama couldn't stop worrying "What if they don't treat her well later on?? Amma, we won't be there to support Naina if she moves so far away..." Malati replied glumly "Beta, this is the way of the world. We all must send our daughters to fight their own battles. All we can hope is we have brought her up to be strong enough. But don't worry, he is a good man."

Uncertainly and unease gripped all the hearts in their household that night.

* * *

It was about eleven at night when Sameer and Vishakha returned home after dining with their relatives.

Vishakha had just finished changing into a nightgown when Sameer knocked on her door. As she opened the door, Vishakha muttered "I thought you would have gone to bed." He went to her window and stood staring into the darkness. A motorbike roared by in the street and few stray dogs started howling, probably protesting the noise pollution.

"You haven't said anything since we left her home. Nothing of importance anyway." Sameer uttered gruffly, as he turned to look at his mother.

Vishakha seemed to weigh her words before she sat down at the edge of her bed. She started in a cautious tone "She is nice... But frankly, I don't see what about her has really caught your attention." He responded sounding very frustrated "Mom, how can you expect to understand her or her family in just one evening?!"

She patted the spot next to her on the bed, but he shook his head in silent rebellion.

Letting out a sigh, Vishakha continued in a softer voice "Sameer, have you considered that maybe you are not drawn to her, as much as to her circumstances?" Confusion clouded his countenance "Her circumstances?? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Her mother continued "Maybe you are drawn to her because on some level you empathize with her for losing her father at a very early age... Beta, this has made me wonder if you have struggled with your father's loss without me realizing it."

He shook his head dismissively "Mom, she didn't know her father and nor did I know mine. We have hardly ever spoken on that subject!"

Vishakha spoke again "Then maybe, the fact that Papa played her benefactor in some way, makes you feel connected to him via her..." As his eyes narrowed, she continued "Sameer, if her family has been harping on that coincidence to you, remember that Papa helped hundreds of students with scholarships! He wasn't blessing them all to become your spouse!"

He snorted "I can't believe this! You are now criticizing Naniji for what she said?!" Looking only mildly chastised, Vishakha quickly mumbled "I am not insinuating that her grandmother is trying to manipulate you. But maybe you are taking their simple talk to your heart for no reason!"

Sounding dejected, Vishakha continued "Beta, try to understand, that family is no match for us... What will we tell everyone in our family? Who is the girl or her family??" He retorted "I want to marry her. You and Dad are not marrying her family. And I will be very happy to introduce her as my wife to everyone!"

A small pause later he snorted "I am sure you and Dad will find a way to get innovative about her family background! Just like you have done with Ollie's." As Vishakha colored, he continued "Mom, what's this obsession with judging people by their jobs or the money they make? You have told the family that Ollie's father owns an electricals business, when in fact Uncle Sean is a self-employed electrician, right?!"

His mother muttered "You sister left us with no alternative. First, a Gora! And then eloping with him! We have done what we needed to, to save face." He scoffed "Well, in that case you should be very happy with my choice. She is completely Desi and we have no intention to run away!"

After going silent for a minute, Vishakha presented a new argument "Sameer, you are a man with very liberal views and lifestyle. Beta, maybe you are drawn to her right now because she is very different... but that attraction will probably fade with time. Just don't rush into making a commitment that you won't be able to easily undo. Take some time."

He stood up and left the room abruptly. She unsuccessfully called out "Wait beta..."

Vishakha's disheartened eyes were drawn to the small pink cardboard box that Malati had gifted her. She walked over and opened it. Inside was a small transparent plastic box encasing a decorative silver Gajanana.

As she gazed at the idol, Vishakha found herself wondering at the attachment Sameer had developed to Naina's family. It was clear that both the older women had already started pampering him. And though, the idea of her son getting special treatment in his to-be sasural should have filled her with pride, at that moment only a vague disquiet invaded her heart. Vishakha worried that his increasing closeness to Naina's family might come at the cost of him growing distant towards her.

A boy's parents get used to a false sense of security. Though people always speak of gaining a daughter-in-law, the truth is, one often loses their son in the process.

Over the last few months, Vishakha had already started experiencing the subtly changing equation with Rohan. Was she ready to relinquish her other son too?

She was shaken out of her musing, when storming back into the room, Sameer handed his baffled mother a worn out looking bulging envelope. Vishakha's surprise grew tenfold as a stack of photos slipped out and a young girl beamed from the one on the top.

A young Naina to be exact!

Why does he have her old photos? She would have understood if they were more recent. Since his move to India. But these didn't make sense. Nonetheless, she flipped through the stack.

Naina, displaying her henna decorated hands, as her short hair partially obscured her one eye.

Naina, holding some vegetables??

Naina, trying to tame a wildly flapping saree with the sun setting in the background.

And then Vishakha paused squinting at one. She sounded uncertain "Is that Papa in the background??" Sameer took the photos from her and quickly scanning the rest handed her one.

There stood her father and a younger Sameer, flanking Naina. Her son had his hand around Naina's waist, his eyes glinting in mirth at the clearly surprised young girl, while her father smiled straight at the camera.

When Vishakha struggled to form a coherent sentence, "When? How?" Sameer replied solemnly "Mom, I am not rushing into anything. Naina and me... it's not completely new."

He went on to explain how she had been their guide during his little trip with Nanu. Over the next few minutes, Sameer shared a censored version of his time spent with Naina, and of their abrupt parting.

Vishakha was stunned to see the intense flash of pain in his eyes, as Sameer spoke of his unsuccessful attempts to contact her even after moving to Malaysia.

Finally, he confessed "Mom, I didn't realize it back then, but I have been in love with her all these years. When we suddenly came face to face during Rohan's wedding, all those feelings resurfaced. I decided to move to India for Naina. It wasn't to get away from Ishita or your matchmaking... I wanted to see if what I thought we had was real. Was sustainable. I know, we are very different. But we are good together!"

Vishakha muttered dazed "You really love her..." He rushed to agree "Yes, Mom! I really do. And I won't abandon her again!"

After fleetingly thinking that it was an odd choice of words, Vishakha remarked sounding puzzled "It didn't seem like her family knows about your past association. Has she not told them about it?"

Flushing a little, Sameer replied "They know that Naina had met Nanu for a tour, but they don't know that I was a part of it too. Mom, her mother is not like you... she will not understand." Then looking a little apprehensive, he pleaded "Please, you can't ever tell her family about the past!"

Immensely relieved that her son still thought her better in some regards, and had chosen to share the past with her, Vishakha patted his shoulder "Don't worry. Your secret will be safe with me." He smiled slightly and urged "So??" "So, what?" his mother was confounded. Sameer sounded impatient "So, does that mean you are okay with Naina and me? Will you talk to her family about our engagement?"

Vishakha nodded and then added "But, let me talk to your Dad tomorrow." With nothing more to say, Sameer headed to his room.

* * *

The next night, when Naina answered Sameer's call, he told her that Vishakha wished to speak with Rama. Naina listened with a pounding heart to her mother's side of the conversation. But it did not give much away, as Rama mostly replied in monosyllables, seemingly agreeing to whatever Vishakha was saying.

On ending the call, Rama shared, sounding rather excited "Amma, his mother has invited us to visit their home on Sunday. She said, if we are okay with it, they would like to do a simple engagement ceremony in the presence of a few close relatives the same day! His immediate family won't be able to come to India for the engagement anyway, so they don't see the point in organizing any big function. What do think Amma?"

Malati replied thoughtfully "The sooner everything is formalized, the better... A simple Roka with just some family attending will be good for us too. Tell them, we will bring Vimla and Vikas with us. It's Thursday today... so, two days should be enough to do the necessary shopping. Rama, ask his mother how many elders from their family are likely to attend the function. Naina, do you want to invite Madhu?" Naina sounded disappointed "Nani, she has gone to Baroda with her family."

A quick call later Rama had conveyed the results of her discussion with Malati to Vishakha.

While her mother and grandmother immediately started listing various preparations for Sunday, Naina moved to the kitchen almost in a dreamlike state. I am getting engaged to Sameer... She found it hard to believe!

Over the last few days, she had envisioned so many things that might go wrong – Vishakha giving Sameer an ultimatum to choose between her and Naina. Or his father announcing that he would disown Sameer. Naina had even wondered - If Vishakha might show up at her workplace and offer her a blank cheque to disappear from her son's life! To her surprise, none of her fears had come true.

She had just lit a lamp in front of the mandir, when Rama entered the kitchen "Can you take the next two days off?"

But Naina was scheduled to take a tour out the next day, so it was decided that Rama would cover most of the shopping with Vimla's help the next day and only focus on the preparations for Naina the day after. Rama took pride in her foresight, thanks to which they had bought Naina a lovely banarasi silk saree during the last mega-sale. The blouse had been stitched too, just in case of such an emergency!

* * *

The next two days flew by amid lots of chaos in both the households.

To Vishakha's surprise, Sameer had insisted on inviting a number of their relatives. When she tried to highlight the virtues of keeping the function small, he had countered it with the argument that he wanted to squash any gossip by making his engagement official rather publicly.

And so, on Sunday evening, Naina and the four people accompanying her reached his house, which was bustling with guests.

Effortlessly looking very handsome in the traditional garb of a cream shalwar and deep-red kurta, Sameer rushed to the gate to receive them. Though his veins had been buzzing in anticipation all afternoon, nothing had prepared him for the vision before him!

Naina stepped out of the car, which had been borrowed from a neighbor for the day. The saffron silk embroidered with golden thread, along with the light make-up applied by another neighbor, had given her an ethereal glow. Or maybe, it was all just the warmth of their love!

As Sameer took a dazed step forward to give her a helping hand, some Bhabhi stopped him in a teasing tone "Oh ho Dewarji... we are all here to help her! Have some patience till you put your ring on her finger." Lowering her voice, the Bhabhi whispered to him "And don't forget that will just get you the learning license!"

In that moment, Sameer desperately wished that he had asked his mother to get them married rather than just engaged. He had no idea how he would be able to watch his delectable fiancée walk away at the end of the evening.

Naina almost stumbled, as the look in his eyes took her breath away. Rama, who had been helping her mother, quickly moved forward and steadied her daughter, muttering "Careful beta... Those heels are too pointed!"

When Vishakha guided them towards the area on the lawn which had been setup for the ceremony, Rama nervously observed "I didn't realize there would be so many guests..." The groom's mother responded "We didn't plan to. But you know how it is... once you invite one person, it's hard not to invite another! And Papa was very highly regarded in our family... Most of my cousins called saying they don't need an invitation!" Rama stammered again "We thought it was going to be just a small function... I would have brought more sweets and gifts..." Vishakha waved away her concerns "Don't worry. I have ordered meethai boxes for everyone."

Turning to Naina, Vishakha looked her up. She then uttered approvingly "Come beta, they are all waiting to meet you. You have of course met most of them during Rohan's wedding, but now I have to introduce them to my daughter-in-law!" Smiling timidly, not sure how to decipher Vishakha's words, Naina followed her almost mother-in-law.

The unexpected number of guests, all of whom had their eyes focused on her, in curiosity and cynicism, left Naina trembling slightly. Plastering on a forced smile, she wordlessly nodded through most introductions, and bent forward to seek blessings of the dozens of adults gathered there.

By the time, she had met most of the people assembled there, her heart was riddled with anxiety from the saccharine remarks accompanied by snide looks made by more than a few guests. At times, Naina wanted nothing more than to discard her uncomfortable heels and flee. But every time her eyes met Sameer's across the room, her erratically beating heart would calm down, just enough for her to take another step alongside his mother.

It was only when one of Sameer's nieces, who recognized her from Rohan's wedding, hugged her squealing "Naina Auntie! Can we play Tag-of-War today, like we did that during Rohan Chacha's wedding?" that Naina wholeheartedly smiled for the first time that evening. The little girl's mother pulled her away smiling "Maybe another time... Today Naina Auntie has to spend time with everyone here."

Ramdhari and Champa were extremely busy that day. Munni scampered around with the other kids, looking very cute, in a pink frilly frock that Sameer had asked her mum to buy for her.

When it was almost time to start the ceremony, Vishakha guided her inside to the mandir in their home "Come, seek blessings of our gods before you sit for the pooja. Now that you are becoming a part of this family, these will be your gods." As Naina bowed her head in veneration, she was perplexed – So am I expected to leave behind the gods of my childhood home along with my family?? She wasn't sure if the gods in her mother's mandir would feel deserted, but she was certainly not going to abandon her Maa and Nani.

As she stood up, Naina spoke "Auntie, I intend to keep working even after the marriage. Sameer understands, and I hope so can you. I am my mother's daughter and son. I can never turn my back on them." Surprised by this sudden declaration, Vishakha muttered "We can talk about this later. Right now, we have more important things waiting for us out there." But Naina was adamant "I just want you to know who your son is getting engaged to. Auntie, I will do everything I can to fulfil my responsibilities to this family, but I will not forsake my mother."

For a few moments, Vishakha stood staring at the young woman trying to stand her ground. Despite the bravado Naina was trying to present, the older woman could see glimpses of the vulnerability peeking through the cracks in her armour.

Not able to interpret Vishakha's silence, Naina tried to dispel more doubts "Don't worry, Maa will never accept money from Sameer. I will support her... as I can..."

Vishakha reached out to caress her cheek "You really are different... I am starting to see what my buddhu loves about you." She added with a smile "Shall we go out now?? Guruji is waiting. And so is my son!" Naina blushed deeply hearing his mother speak of his love for her.

A small pooja later, it was time for Sameer and Naina to exchange rings.

Though the ring that Sameer slipped on her dainty finger had a cluster of sparling diamonds forming a little flower in the middle, her eyes shone even brighter!

Naina had chosen a fairly plain, almost band like design for him. As she put it on his finger, Sameer beamed recalling what she had told him the night before – It's not fancy... but it looks like a wedding band that men in the west wear. That way, everyone will know that you are taken!

While the hearts of the assembled guests were filled with varying emotions, the not-so-newly engaged couple's, were filled with only love and contentment.

When finally left on their own, Naina immediately complained to Sameer "Why did you invite so many people? Do you have any idea how anxious I felt?! And I thought my back would break bending so many times... I bet you don't even recognize half of them!" He shrugged "I may not recognize them... But now, they all know who is going to become Mrs. Sameer Maheshwari." His voice softened "And so that there is no doubt of my commitment in anyone's mind." She instantly declared, "I never doubted you!"

He almost asked – Never??? but then decided to not let the past taint the present. Well, at least not the painful one.

Instead, he smirked, his gaze travelling over her very slowly "So, do I now have permission to ogle at my sexy fiancée as much as I like?" Her cheeks vividly heated. Quickly sneaking a glance around, she hissed "Stop it!" Enjoying her flustered state, he continued in a teasing tone "Do you remember, how you had lectured me for checking you out?!"

Leaning closer, he murmured "Naina, do you have any idea how enticing you look today?" "Sameer... please..." her plea sounded almost like a moan. The air around them sizzled, as he continued huskily "Do you not think it's completely unfair, that I don't get to unwrap such a prettily wrapped gift that I have just been given?"

For some time, she couldn't think of an appropriate come-back. But once she regained her composure, clearing her throat, Naina smirked "Let me remind you, nobody had given you anything yet! All the unwrapping can happen only after Maa does the Kanya-Daan!"

He sulked "In that case, let me go ask the Guruji to finish those formalities today itself!""

To Sameer's vexation, an uncle chose that very moment to approach them and put their romantic banter on hold. After playing the dutiful new daughter-in-law for a minute or two, Naina excused herself and headed inside to use the bathroom.

After freshening up, as she started heading back outside, Naina noticed a room with a half-open door. Not recollecting it from her visits before, standing in the doorway, she cast in an inquisitive look. It looked like a study. Maybe Sameer works in here at times... As she was about to turn away, she noticed a photo of Nanaji on the wall behind the desk. Her feet first faltered and then firmly moved inside.

Dressed in a formal dark three-piece suit, Nanaji looked a few years younger in the photo then what she remembered him. As she gazed at the photo, a sudden guilt overtook her. How had she forgotten him in the hustle and bustle of this day?!

Naina instantly bent forward to touch the ground, but her eyes were glistening when she looked up again. Nanaji, I am so sorry... I should have come to seek your blessings before the ceremony. We just got engaged! I would have really liked to give you the sweets for this occasion. I am so happy! And so is Sameer.

Then her thoughts turned more somber - Maa and Nani like him a lot, but I am not sure if Auntie is pleased with his choice. And most of those people out there... I don't think, they are in a truly welcoming mood. But you would have been happy for me to become a part of your family, right??

She wanted to say something about her Chintu, but, for once, she couldn't conjure up the right sentiments.

Clouded in ambivalence, oblivious of the soft sniffles that started escaping her, Naina stood there a while. She was completely unaware of the fact that Vishakha had chanced upon her, and now stood in the doorway watching her in surprise and slight alarm.

A teenage nephew approached Sameer, "Uncle, your mom wants you in the study, right away."

Vishakha pressed her finger to her lips as soon as she spotted Sameer approaching her. When he got closer, she whispered "Naina is inside. I don't know why, but she seems really upset. Go talk to her." His heart beating frantically, Sameer steadily approached her.

Startled, as he gently grasped her shoulder, wide-eyed Naina looked over her shoulder. When he murmured, "Hey, it's just me... what happened? Did someone say something??" she shook her head "I miss him... Sameer, do you think he would have liked me?" Turning her around, Sameer pulled her into a hug. Resting his chin on the top of her head, he reassured her "I know, he would have loved you!" Stroking her back softly, he continued "Naina, I know Nanu's best wishes will be with us always." And then, rightly guessing part of her distress, he comforted her "And I promise you, one day Chintu will come back to us." Naina's hold on him tightened and she buried her face deeper into his chest.

Though she did not hear a single word exchanged between them, Vishakha realized that there was an exceptional depth to their connection. Deciding the couple needed some privacy, she gently pulled the door close before heading out to attend to the guests.

Some ten-fifteen minutes later, Vishakha was relived to see Sameer and Naina emerge and mingle with the guests.

* * *

That night, Rama entered her daughter's room and settled on the bed next to her. After a couple of minutes of discussing the engagement ceremony, Rama said hesitantly "Naina, have you thought this through?" Seeing Naina's puzzled look, she elaborated "Beta, Sameer is a very nice person... but adapting to his whole family won't be easy. Naina, I don't want to see you struggling to find your identity in that family. I have no doubt that Sameer will give you a lot of luxuries, but will his family give you the respect that you deserve and need?"

Shifting closer to her mother, Naina confessed "Maa, I worry about these things too. I know trying to find or make my place there won't be easy. But I love him. Very much. I am choosing to walk this path not for the comforts that he can give me, but because we need it. Both, him and me."

Rama patted her head lovingly "Remember, you are never alone! I am always here for you, okay?"

* * *

Over the next couple of weeks, Vishakha met Naina several times over lunches, shopping trips and couple of visits to some elderly relatives who couldn't make it to the engagement ceremony.

During these meets, Vishakha learned that though her new daughter-in-law was a little reserved to start with, she possessed a lot of warmth and positivity. Vishakha noticed the way Naina's eyes always sparkled when their talks were centred around Deepika and Ollie, or how a soft nostalgic smile lingered on her lips whenever Vishakha shared memories of Nanaji. And of course, the deep blush that her son tended to bring to Naina's cheeks was unmissable!

Along with this, Vishakha saw a side of her son that she had never seen before. He absolutely adored Naina!

Years before, she had watched his half-hearted entanglement with Isabella with misgivings. There had been a sort of indifference in his dealings with that girl, which had made him appear almost cold-hearted. On some level, Vishakha had worried if that was a result of her getting remarried while he was still so young. But, now watching him so in love with Naina soothed those anxieties away.

The day before Vishakha headed back to London, Sameer entered her room as she was busy packing. After helping her for some time, he started "Mom, I don't want a very big wedding like Rohan's. Naina's family can't" His mother interrupted "Beta, don't worry about the expenses... We don't expect Rama to spend much. That doesn't mean you shouldn't have a grand wedding!" He tried to explain "Mom, you know me... I am not big into these ceremonies and functions. I just don't see the point!" She protested "Sameer, if we don't organize something big for you, people will think that we don't approve of Naina and hence your Dad and I are skimping."

A long discussion ensued, post which, Vishakha promised to take his preferences into account while planning the wedding. She burst out laughing when Sameer sheepishly added "Mom, the only thing I really want is a short engagement. Please convince Auntie to set a date for as early as possible!"

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