Once Naina shared that she was ready to move to London, life seemed to switch gears almost overnight! Suddenly there was so much to be planned and done.

Beginning of June, before Munni started school, Sameer and Naina took her shopping for the school bag, tiffin box, water bottle and books. Seeing Munni address them as 'Kaka' and 'Kaki', outsiders often mistook her to be their niece, which neither of them tried to correct. On the first day of Munni's school, she was accompanied by two sets of nervous couples. Seeing her burst into tears when the teacher instructed her to bid them goodbye, both Champa and Naina turned teary eyed.

For the next few months, on the work-front, Sameer focused his energy on training the new recruits at work to ensure minimal impact to the operations post his return to London. Whereas at home, there was a huge amount of paperwork to be dealt with related to his wife's visa application. Endless transcripts, certificates, bank statements and so on had to be gathered.

To Naina's surprise, hardly anyone seemed taken aback by her declaration that they were likely to move to London in a few months!

Guptaji immediately recommended a guy who specialized in assisting with the applications process for spousal permanent residency for UK. Vibha shared some advice based on her neighbour's niece's experience who had moved to Canada a year back.

Her boss, Asmita, muttered "Though I am disappointed to lose you... this was expected dear."

Madhu exclaimed "I will miss you so much!!" and then added cheekily "I have the perfect solution... just find me an eligible bachelor there and we can be together again." Madhu's mom seemed very happy with this suggestion as, during Naina's next visit to their home, she handed over several copies of her daughter's biodata which had been created especially for seeking matrimonial alliances.

Mihir, who had recently got engaged to a girl that his parents had found for him, seemed only too happy to hear the news of Naina's prospective departure. Maybe he was relieved that this meant an absolute new start for him!

Amid all this, Naina was once more roped in by Deepika to assist her with the procurement of some decorative wall titles for a new residential estate that her company was involved in designing. Though fairly exhausting, Naina found the venture rather exciting too. Sameer was once again impressed with the hard work she put into the research and then the catalogue creation to send across to Deepika.

One day, as he flipped through the catalogue, Sameer remarked "I really like this innovative idea of yours... the way you have added details of the historical facts. When and where did the technique evolve, which monuments still display the use of similar designs. Clients using it will know exactly which part of history they are taking home with them." Looking immensely pleased with his praise, she beamed "You really think so?! I wasn't sure if it will add value... But you know me! I can't look at anything and not try to delve into its past."

Over the next couple of days Sameer pondered and toyed with an idea before presenting it to her as they sipped on their Sunday morning beverage.

"Hey, I have been thinking... about a prospective business venture for you." he didn't get very far before Naina exclaimed "Business and me?! What can I possibly do??" Placing a finger on her lips, he went on "Just hear me out... you don't have to make a decision right away, okay?"

Sameer shared the idea of exploring a niche market in UK for unique artefacts whose design has been inspired by the rich history of India. He pointed out "In UK, the exteriors of most houses have to conform to a set standard for that area. Hence the owners can only play with the interiors to make the space their own. Most South Asians try to recreate an interior that caters to the practical and modern needs of where they are, but also echoes with the essence of their origins and history."

Then laughing, he added "And no one likes to repeat anything that they have already seen in an acquaintance's home! We could make it a point to acquire and import only a single piece of every artefact. That way they are assured that it's not like shopping at the high street."

Though the idea held a lot of appeal, Naina hesitated "I wouldn't have the first clue of where to get started with something like this..." He smiled reassuringly "We will take it one step at a time. I will put out some feelers with my contacts there. Meanwhile, you can start talking to some handicraft houses here for inspiration. We can talk to Deepu and see if she has any ideas."

Noting her apprehensive look, he caressed her fingers "Don't stress over it! It's fine if you decide not to pursue it any further after you have looked into it."

Once she started researching it, Naina started getting more excited about the idea. She spoke to Deepika and to a couple of business associates that Deepika recommended.

About the time that they applied for her visa, Naina resigned from her job. She took a few trips to various places in Gujarat and Rajasthan and started working earnestly on putting together various catalogues.

But even in the midst all these happenings, Naina made time to help Munni with her studies. Then seeing that their departure was imminent, she found Munni a tutor in their locality. Naina emphasized on the tutor that, considering Munni could get very little support from her parents, the onus of ensuring that she stayed on track sat with the tutor.

Once the visa was approved and their flight booked, their social life was packed with meeting friends and family. Naina was surprised that Sameer suddenly seemed very amicable to meeting with people he had so far avoided! When she raised this with him, he shrugged "I'm not averse to mingling with them once in a year! Just not more frequently."

As there was still a lot to be done that required her presence in Ahmedabad, Naina couldn't stay in Khed for more than a couple of days. Finally, Rama and Malati came to stay with Naina and Sameer for about two weeks before their departure. Their hearts overflowing with contentment, the older women watched their beloved girl prepare for her new life. Naina took great pleasure in seeing Sameer doing many small things to make Maa and Nani's stay with them special. Be it eating out at nice restaurants, trips to the new shopping malls, or card games before bedtime, everything was captured by his camera.

* * *

One day mid-September, Naina and Sameer boarded the flight to London. This time watching Ahmedabad fade away, as they soared above the clouds, Naina's heart was heavy and eyes slightly swollen. Despite his repeated assurances that she would be able to visit her family frequently, she knew that it wouldn't be that easy.

But his barely contained excitement was infectious and by the time Naina placed her first foot in London her eyes were twinkling in anticipation too. The long immigration queue and then the question-answer session with the border control officer, robbed her eyes of some of the sparkle, but it was quickly restored when they were welcomed very warmly by a familiar face.

"Sameer! Over here." Kabir called out as soon as they stepped in the arrivals area. As they hugged Sameer uttered "What are you doing here?! I wasn't expecting you." Kabir winked at him and turned to Naina "We are here to receive her, not you! Farhana is here too. She is waiting near the coffee shop there. Welcome to London, Naina!"

Taking over one of the big bag's Naina was pulling, he guided them towards his wife. Naina took in the other young woman's friendly smile, as she was introduced by Kabir "Naina, meet my wife Farhana." Hugging her quickly, Sameer exclaimed "You are looking well! And where's the little champ?!"

Farhana smiled "Armaan is at my mom's. It was his nap time." Then pulling Naina into a warm hug, she smiled even broader "It's so lovely to finally meet you! We have been counting down to your arrival!"

Then pulling out a jacket from a bag, she handed it to Naina "It's not autumn yet... But I thought you might still find it cold, so brought one of my jackets along." Naina protested for a minute, but then gladly slipped on the jacket finding the cardigan that she was wearing wasn't doing much to stop the chill from getting to her bones.

As they stopped in front of a car, Sameer asked "When did you change cars? Have you got a four-wheeler now?" Kabir explained "This is Farhana's father car. Thought it would be easier to fit in your luggage." Sameer nodded musing - Looks like things are getting better on the family front. High time too!

All the way back, Naina listened to the non-stop chatter between the old friends. Farhana tried to draw her in too, but for the most part Naina was happy to just sit back and watch her husband's happy face and her surroundings.

About twenty minutes into their ride, as she was peering out of the window, Farhana asked smiling "So does London meet your expectations?" Naina replied sounding a little confused "It's pretty... but..." Farhana finished her thought "But, it's not what you expected, right? Hardly any tall buildings..." When Naina nodded sheepishly, Farhana chuckled "This is the reaction we always get from most of our relatives from back home! Everyone comes here expecting a city from the Hollywood movies! But London is very different... with a personality of its own!"

When they reached Sameer's flat, Deepika and Oliver were already waiting for them. Deepika almost screamed "Oh my god! You guys are finally here!!" Oliver winked "Thanks god! Another five minutes and she would have sent me to search for you."

After some hugs amid excited squeals, Sameer frowned at his sister "How come I have never received such a warm welcome?! The heat is on... and the fridge is stocked too!" Deepika retorted "Well, that's because you have never come home with a beautiful lady on your arm before!" Then hugging him again, she spoke fondly "Bhai, I am really so happy to have you back in London!"

"I made you some pasta for dinner. Mom and Dad are coming to visit you tomorrow, but Ollie and I can't join them as we have a housewarming to attend." Deepika rattled off many instructions from her mother. Sameer quickly showed Naina around his flat and then they sat chatting with the other two couples for some time. Kabir and Farhana mostly spoke of their little cherub and all his antics. Naina was briefed about the area and where she could by Indian groceries.

When Farhana nudged him, Kabir muttered "We have to get going. It's going to be time for Armaan's feed soon. You guys get some rest too. We can meet up again in a day or two once you have settled in." Oliver spoke "Deepu, they must be really tired. Let's head home too. Kabir, can you drop us off at the train station?"

Once on their own, feeling rather fatigued, Sameer and Naina unpacked the essentials and grabbed a shower. Soon they retired to bed after a quick meal of the pasta left behind by Deepika.

* * *

The next day the two Somani couples arrived about lunchtime. Vishakha brought over many containers of home cooked food, while Sanjana brought over a big store-bought cake to welcome them. After exchanging some pleasantries, Vivek immediately got down to business and the three men spent the next couple of hours talking shop. Naina shared all the latest news of their relatives in Ahmedabad. Under the sharp eye of her mother-in-law, Sanjana was on her best behaviour and was careful with the words she uttered.

After the Somani's left, Sameer took Naina for a stroll and showed her around.

When they entered the local superstore to pick a few essentials, she looked around wide eyed. There seemed to be an overwhelming variety of everything to choose from! Though multinationals had started recognizing the potential for the consumer market in India, it was nothing compared to what was on the shelves in UK.

Sameer pointed out the community centre, local library, and the train station to her.

As they headed back, Naina tried to commit the way to her new home to memory. The quiet wide street, lined by tall trees and three-story red brick houses, was very different from the hustle and bustle of her childhood community.

Though there was ample space on the pavements, there weren't any kids running around. Only few lonely souls were wandering outside. At one point, they passed a group of teenage girls, who, according to Naina, were wearing far too much makeup for their age! Based on their excited chatter and the bulging bags they were carrying; it was clear that they were returning from a successful shopping expedition.

Sometime later, they passed by one old couple. Naina was especially fascinated by the silver haired couple, both bent slightly in the back were walking hand in hand. When Sameer muttered a "Good evening" as they passed by both smiled back at them. Once they were a few feet away Naina asked him "Do you know them?" He shook his head "I don't think I have seen them before. But they were carrying groceries, so most probably live around here."

For the rest of the way, Naina kept on imagining what the future would hold for them. Fifty years later, will we walk down this street, hands entwined, leaning on each other for support?

She had just finished drinking some water after getting home, when Sameer who was occupying one of the dining table chairs pulled her into his lap "So, what do you think of your new neighbourhood and home?" She beamed "It's lovely! There is so much greenery around. And it's all so clean! The gardens outside some of the homes are so well maintained! I can't wait to see those roses in full bloom!"

He smiled back "The days will start getting shorter now and most of the greenery well be gone for the next few months. But I think there's beauty in the starkness too."

Then glancing around, he muttered "I know the flat is rather under furnished. Earlier when I was living in Asia, at times I used to let it out on short-term lease. That way it was still maintained, but it didn't make much sense doing it up nicely. Especially not knowing if the renter would look after it well."

When Naina rushed to assure him "The flat is perfect too! It's very homely and cosy." his eyes crinkled "Thank you for being so gracious, but I know it needs some work! Anyway, we can take our time and slowly do it up. It can be our little project together! And this way I can show you around more. Take my library card and borrow some magazines from the library this week. You can start shortlisting some ideas for the different rooms."

As she nodded enthusiastically, he murmured, nuzzling in her ear "Of course before we start redecorating the rooms, we should enjoy them as they are too. That way we can compare the before and after experience properly, right?"

Her face instantly heated up, indicating that his implication had not been missed. Running her fingers through his hair, she replied in a fake accusatory tone "I was wondering when you planned on welcoming me to my new home properly..."

"Is that so?? Well then let me address your complaint immediately." he drawled back.

After kissing breathlessly for a couple of minutes, standing up, she started pulling him out of the kitchen. He instead plopped her on the dining table and muttered "Stay here, I will be right back." Looking befuddled, she asked, "Aren't we going to the bedroom??" When he shook his head, her eyes almost popped "But this is the kitchen!" He smirked "So, didn't we just decide to sample all the rooms??" Then leaning in for a kiss, he whispered "I promise, it will be fun..."

And it was!

* * *

It was decided that Naina should take it easy for a sometime and just focus on acclimatizing to her new environment, but Sameer resumed work from the next day as he wanted to ensure that the team in India received all the support that they needed post his relocation.

To begin with Naina, wondered how she would occupy her days once the unpacking was taken care of. Considering she was used to being on the move all day, the idea of sitting at home all day seemed rather tedious. But she soon realized that without Champa or her mother around, her housekeeping skills were put to a test and there was a lot to be done!

The flat which has been unattended to for a while needed much cleaning and organizing. Though Sameer helped with it, she felt compelled to take care of the majority of workload. After all, it only seemed fair when he was at work all day. As she tidied the place and took stock of the inventory, many shopping lists were made.

Every evening he would call her before leaving the office and she would accordingly wait for him outside the train station. He would grin widely seeing his wife impatiently craning her neck to catch a glimpse of him through the throng of travellers pushing through the ticket barriers. And the sight of him walking towards her, carrying a trendy leather bag, and dressed in a formal work, would leave her heart elated!

The first time Sameer hugged her and kissed her on the cheek as soon as he stepped out of the station, she nervously glanced around at the people surrounding them. But soon realized that public display of affection didn't rouse any reaction from the folks here.

Afterwards they would wander around the high street for a bit. As Sameer had informed her during the early days of their courting, most of the shops would close for the day by six or so in the evening. Just a couple of convenience stores and some eating places would be open. Some days they would grab a quick snack from one of the fast-food joints or pop into the convenience stores for some groceries.

During his time in India, Sameer had grown used to coming back to a house full of people. And yet returning to his London flat to a lingering scent of the incense sticks that Naina had lit earlier in the day or to the aroma of Indian food was a novelty. Gone were the days of returning to a cold dark house!

Though happy to be back in the familiar cocoon with his wife now, he missed Munni's affectionate embrace that he had grown used to while in India. The couple often reminisced about her antics.

* * *

On the Friday of that week, they made plans to meet Deepika and Oliver for drinks and dinner.

The moment they stepped into the traditional English pub, Naina gasped "It's almost four hundred years old!" Sameer winked at her "Consider this your first stop on the London history tour!

The wooden insides lit with yellow light created a cosy welcoming feel. Many tables of varying sizes were scattered around. Slightly baffled, Naina noted that the chairs at most of the tables were mismatched.

Deepika spoke "Naina, lets grab that table in the corner. Ollie and Bhai can get our drinks." The moment they reached the table, Deepika whisper yelled "I am absolutely bursting to use the restroom! Be back in a tick."

On her own, Naina glanced around a little nervously, Do I look just as out of place as I feel right now?? Once she was convinced that none of the people around seemed to be sparing her any thoughts, she relaxed and started inspecting her surroundings.

One wall was decorated with sketches of the local area showing how it had evolved over the past couple of hundred years. Another wall was covered with frames of newspapers displaying some articles printed over the last century.

She read the information proudly displayed about the famous patrons that had graced the pub over the last few centuries. She glanced around in wonder, thinking that all those poets, writers, and warriors, who she had met amongst the pages of various books, had once upon a time physically occupied the same space where she now sat.

"How are you settling down?" Oliver shook her out of her thoughts as he returned to their table and put down a couple of glasses. Naina admitted "It's still very new...and a little strange." He rushed to assure her "Don't worry! You will do fine. And call me if you ever run into any problems during the day. My office is closer than Sammy's. And I will soon introduce you to my cousin, Rebecca. She is a housewife with two little ones and lives just ten minutes away from your place."

"God! I feel so much better now!" Deepika plopped into another chair. Oliver shared "I was just telling Naina about Becky. We should introduce them soon." Deepika nodded "Yes, Becky is lovely! Naina you will like her." Spotting her brother, she frowned "What took you so long? I am absolutely parched!"

Sameer rolled his eyes at his sister's dramatics and then explained "I ran into an old classmate. Do you remember David from my high school class??" As his sister cluelessly shook her head, he turned to Naina "David used to play soccer with me. He is in touch with few other classmates and said he will let me know when they get together next. Will be good to catch-up!"

Eyeing the bubbly contents of her glass suspiciously, Naina questioned her husband "What did you get for me?" Sameer smirked "They don't do Mai Tais here, so got you a Prosecco. It's like a light bubbly white wine." She scowled "Are you trying to get me drunk??" He winked "Maybe I am..." and then added in a soothing voice "It's not strong... have whatever you feel like... you don't need to finish it." Deepika chimed in "Come on... we have to welcome you to London properly!"

After toasting, Naina sipped on her drink. The fizzy drink tickled the insides on her mouth, similar to the carbonated soft drinks she had consumed all these years but tasted very different. Instead of the usual sweetness, it had a tartness to it accompanied by hints of strange fruity flavours. Afraid to make a fool of herself, she took agonizingly slow sips of her drink!

Deepika asked sounding excited "So Bhai, what's your plan for Naina's first weekend in London?!" A spirited discussion followed as Sameer shared what he had planned and Deepika shared her input. At some point Oliver pointed out "Deepu, she is here for good now! There is no need to cram so many things in one weekend!"

As Naina giggled in response, Sameer watched her relived. He had been apprehensive about how she would find her first social outing in London.

Two days back, when he had shared "Deepu had called me at work today. We are meeting her and Ollie at a pub on Friday." She had muttered uncertainly "Pub?? What's the need to go to a place like that? It will be full of drunk people... Why don't we have them over? I will cook something..." He had pulled her in his arms "We are going to a nice one. It won't be full of any drunks. It's a very old one too. I am sure you will enjoy the history behind it." She had gazed at him with anxious eyes "What if I don't fit in??" For a moment, he had contemplated on changing the plans with Deepu, but then had decided that it was better to rip off the bandage. Kissing her cute nose, he had replied "Don't worry about you fitting in. What I would really like to find out is if you enjoy the place and the experience... And we are just meeting family, right?" Though she had nodded, the apprehension in her eyes had been clear.

Then to his surprise, the night before, she had asked him to help her select her outfit and accessories for the evening. It was something she had never done in the ten months of their marriage and had been further proof of her nervousness. As much as the rational part of him had argued that these dilemmas and fears were bound to be an integral part of the change that she had embarked on, it had been unsettling to see his usually self-assured woman so edgy.

She was dressed in light blue jeans and an ink-blue knit top and some dangly silver earrings. His mind flew to the shopping trip when they had spent over an hour selecting the black pumps she was wearing. Despite his repeated assurances that they could shop for everything that she needed when they got to London, she had been so hell bent on making sure that she left India equipped with all the necessities!

His heart warmed seeing her slightly flushed cheeks as she laughed at the banter going on between his sister and brother-in-law. She is so much stronger than she believes herself to be! She won't struggle to fit anywhere; the world around will mold itself to her presence.

Recalling something he spoke "Deepu, we are thinking of redecorating the flat and will need some help from you guys." Deepika's eyes gleamed "Finally! I have been after you to get some work done on it for ages! So, what you are thinking?"

Naina observed the other couple intently as Sameer shared his general vision.

When he first mentioned to her that they would be doing most of the redecoration themselves she had gapped at him "You will paint the flat all by yourself?!" He had shrugged "Well, not all by me. Ollie, Rohan and Kabir will help out too." She had been flabbergasted to learn that it was a norm to personally do a lot of home improvements. What a strange place... not only do people not employ maids to do the daily housework, but they turn into a handyman too! And wont his friends and family mind being roped in for work like this??

But going by Oliver's enthusiastic response it seemed her fears had been baseless.

"Last month we did some painting at Rudy's. I think he has some left-over material we can use. Let me talk to him. And Dad will be happy to give us a hand if required with the plumbing." Oliver was quick to offer his assistance.

The plans for home improvements dominated the conversation for the rest of the evening. An assortment of Fries, Nachos and Chicken wings were ordered. Naina, of course, stuck to the vegetarian options on the table and Sameer made it a point to brush his teeth for longer than usual when they got home!

* * *

"Let's ask one of them to click us together!" she pointed at the group of Japanese tourists busy clicking away. Sameer protested "Sweetheart it's your first time seeing Big Ben. I have been seeing it my whole life!" She scowled "Well, it's your first time seeing it with your wife, right?!"

Knowing he could not counter that argument, he requested one of the tourists to take a photo of them. As he approached her, she instructed him "Stand to my right and place your arm on my shoulder." He obliged but still muttered "You have some strange ideas. What difference does it make which side I stand on?!"

She silently smiled for the camera but replied as soon as the photo was done "Aare baba, there is a photo of Nanaji and Naniji on this location. I wanted to click one just like that!"

As they stood arm in arm at the railing, gazing upon the Thames, Sameer pointed at the giant wheel located across on the south bank "That's the London Eye. It was built recently to mark the beginning of the new millennium. Let's go to the other side. There's a skating park that I used to visit sometimes with Kabir."

On the way, they bought some caramelized peanuts from a vendor with a small pop-up cart. Munching on the tiny sweet and crunchy balls, they explored the south bank. All along, Sameer shared some memories and spoke of other places he wanted to show her.

Every now and then, she would squeal in excitement "This business has been operating from these premises for more than two hundred years!" or "That pier was built during the reign of Elizabeth the first!" The historian in her felt giddy finding the past so intricately woven into the present tapestry of London.

Much to their delight, the queue for riding the London Eye wasn't as long as they had anticipated. After a wait of thirty-seven minutes, they were taking in the exhilarating views of London from the top of the giant Ferris wheel. Naina was slightly disappointed with its slow speed but decided that the height more than made up for it. Pointing out at various monuments, she asked endless questions. And then, answered more than half of them herself! Though the sky was a dull grey, as London sky often is, for Sameer his Harinakshi's twinkling eyes and dazzling smile added many hues to the landscape.

After alighting from their ride, Sameer headed in the direction of the area which held some fond memories of his teenage. Eyes wide, Naina watched the teenagers on their boards as they stood near the skate park. Clasping Sameer's arm tightly, she exclaimed "You used to do that?! How did Mom allow it?? You could have easily broken a few bones!" He chuckled "Don't worry, I won't be doing it again now! Not that I was very good at it even then... but Kabir was great! There was a park close to our school... you should have seen him showing off in front of all the chicks!"

She huffed "Why do you men think that such stupid risky behaviour impresses us?!" He smirked "You tell me... You almost swooned seeing me on a horse that day." She retorted "Something is wrong with your memory! You are the one who had fainted that day." He winked "That was just to create a soft corner in your heart. Of course, it's another thing that all of you went soft on me!" Slapping his arm lightly she started to turn away "You overestimate your charms!" Encircling her from behind he kissed her cheek "As long as they work on you... they are more than enough!"

She tried to pull away "Stop it! We are in public!" Hugging her even tighter and nuzzling her ear, he stated huskily "But no longer in India... and I distinctly remember you promising me a loving wife even in public when outside of India!" Titling her head, she asked soundly amused "Oh... so all your eagerness to return to London was in pursuit of my uncensored expression of affections??"

Lacing his fingers with hers, he drew her hand to his lips and murmured softly "I will travel to any corner of this world in pursuit of your love."

Her pulse quickened. Casting a look around, she wondered if this was all just a very long-drawn-out dream. For it surely felt like one. Her hold on him tightened "I love you." Pressing his lips against her temple he instantly replied, "Love you too!"

Few moments later, he nudged her "We have to get moving. The shops will start closing in an hour. Let's get your winter coat and shoes sorted." Gently patting the jacket that she had on, Naina said "It is so sweet of Farhana to lend me this jacket. I would have frozen this week without it! Of course, I could have borrowed one from Deepu... but still." He nodded along as she nattered on about something Deepu had told her.

Sometime later, Naina looked around in awe as they entered a big 'Marks and Spencer'. It was a name that she had heard visitors to UK mention rather pompously. Now standing there she understood why it was such a big deal. The saleswomen were attired in a smart uniform closely resembling airhostesses.

As soon as Sameer explained to one of them what they were after, they were whisked away to a section where the latest winter collection was displayed. While the lady and Sameer discussed the length and cut of the coats, Naina gulped nervously looking at the prices.

When Sameer asked for her preference, she muttered "Aren't they too expensive? Maybe we should check somewhere else..."

A small streak of irritation flashed across his mind. When will she start realizing that she is entitled to whatever comforts I can offer her? Everything mine is hers!

He had never been one to compromise on what he considered necessities. Her constant eye on expenses, which he had found endearing in the beginning, now at times irked him.

"Stop scrimping! We have to get you a good one." His words sounded terser than he had intended. "Whichever you think is the best..." feeling chastised, she timidly replied thinking, Just the coat will cost almost two months of my salary...

Noting her blanch, guilt rose within him. He spoke in a softer tone "Sweetie, you have no idea what the winters here are like. Don't worry, it will last you at least a few winters." Entwining their fingers, he pulled her closer "I think we should get you something in black or beige... those are classic neutrals and will work with any outfit. Tell me if something catches your eye. How about we start with that one?"

Naina moved in a slight daze as he picked the coat and later some gloves and scarfs. Lastly, they selected a pair of practical formal boots.

All his earlier irritation was forgotten as he watched her checking her image in the mirror. A few changes to her attire and she already looked like a new woman. She is like a sculpture whose allure grows as one moves around discovering different facets the creator has envisioned.

Turning around, she raised her brow, silently seeking his approval. Moving closer, he murmured in a teasing tone "You are looking fabulous! I feel like I have another woman in my life now."

She narrowed her eyes "Are you saying I wasn't fabulous before? Without these clothes??" He winked "No sweetheart, you will never need clothes to be fabulous!"

She glared trying to control the blush rushing to her cheeks "Grow up! You mind is always stuck on one thing!" "Just reminding you what I already said last night..." he pouted trying to appear innocent.

Eyes twinkling in mirth at her discomfort, he walked over to the saleswoman to advise her of their selection.

As she handed over the new purchases to the lady for billing, Naina was extremely relived that she had the foresight to purchase all other essentials in India despite his insistence that they could shop for everything in London. She couldn't wait to tell her mother about how expensive everything was!

That night as Naina neatly folded and put away the M&S plastic bag, a smile tugged at her lips recalling a memory from her school days.

She must have been in ninth or tenth standard. One of her classmates had visited an aunt living in UK over the summer holidays. When school resumed, she had made it a point to bring her lunch box in a M&S bag for few months after till the tattered bag almost disintegrated. Also, often she would make a point of describing the big store where they had shopped and how much everything had cost. Back then Naina had internally scoffed at her seemingly absurd tales. A hairband costing 400 rupees? Or the simple toffees that she had shared with a few friend that cost 200 rupees?? Ludicrous! Does she take us for a fool?! And who in their right mind would want to spend that sort of money on such trivial things??

She shook her head glancing at the coat that had cost close to 7000 rupees and the shoes another couple of grand – No wonder the poor girl couldn't stop talking about her visit to that shop!

* * *

The following weekend, they went to stay with Sameer's parents. To start with, Naina awkwardly looked around, taking in the Somani's house. Though she had heard Sameer talk about his childhood home, she had not been prepared for the lavishly decorated structure or the sprawling garden. After noticing the white Mercedes and the silver BMW in their driveway, she realized that there were at least two high-end cars parked in the driveway of all the nearby houses.

Even compared to the neighbourhood that she now lived in London, the Somani's were in a different league. It seemed like a miracle that his mother had accepted her with open arms!

Vishakha had organized a small gathering of their close friends on Saturday evening to introduce her new daughter-in-law.

As Naina sat listening in to the animated chatter around her, she marvelled at all the brave people who had ventured so far from home a few decades ago, in search of better opportunities for their families. It was clear that the men had fought many prejudices every day to carve an inch for themselves in the workforce. While the women, many of whom had barely spoken English to start with, had stepped out of their comfort zones to ensure their kids grew up with a sense of belonging in this new land.

The ten odd couples gathered there that night came from many parts of their homeland. So far from home, over decades, they had become more family to each other than their families back home. All differences of caste, mother tongue, dietary preferences had faded away. The identities back home, which would have split them as Bengali, Madrasi, Marwari or Punjabi, did not define and divide them anymore. Only one core value bound them together – being Indian.

That evening, along with the affection that Naina had started feeling for Vishakha over the last year or so, a new admiration took root.

Sunday morning, while Sameer helped his father with a part of their backyard fence which required some repairs, Naina spent time in the kitchen working alongside Vishakha. She made notes as her mother-in-law shared recipes of Sameer's favourites, and ideas for quick meals that she had discovered over the years.

Over lunch, once again, their plans for the renovations were discussed at length. As Vivek advised Sameer on how to ensure that he was getting the best deals, Naina realized that, though at most times he seemed to be a man of few words, her father-in-law was extremely astute when it came to any sort of business dealings.

Vivek was rather intrigued by the business idea that Sameer were keen for Naina to pursue and counselled them to get in touch with some of his own contacts.

* * *

The next few weeks were spent either shopping for their home improvement project or working on it. Every weekend, a few members of their family or friends would show up to help.

One evening, while she was cleaning the kitchen and Sameer was washing their dinner plates, she asked the question that had been playing on her mind since she set foot in his life in London. "Why do you prefer your life here?" Seeing his perplexed expression, she tried to explain her dilemma "I mean, the Ahmedabad house is much bigger with live-in staff... you never have to do your own laundry or scrub the pans... You even had a chauffeur driven car there. Don't you find all those comforts appealing?"

He seemed to dwell on it for a few moments as he rinsed off the glass in his hand. Then instead of answering her, he poised another question "Don't you find the freedom here liberating? The freedom that comes with feeling truly independent. Look at us... we can enjoy doing the simple chores around the house together, as and when we like. There is no third person constantly peeking into our life... weighing in on our lifestyle or our relationship. How does it matter if a chauffeur drives me to work or a bus or train driver does it?!" A small pause later, he continued "I understand it is a huge change for you... but if you embrace it with an open heart, it won't be so daunting for long."

Slowly, over time, she realized the truth behind his words. 

Maybe the fact that she had never grown up in a huge family or never had droves of friends helped adapt to this new life too. 

The local library became a sanctuary for her soul. She spent hours walking through the aisles lined by tall shelves, turning the pages of musty smelling volumes, hungrily devouring the worlds history. Never before did she have access to such a diverse collection. Greek, Aztec, Roman, Chinese, Tunisian – it was all there awaiting discovery.

And of course, the home decorations section! Lots of meticulous research and notes were made.

Naina watched astonished as walls were stripped of the existing wallpaper, scrubbed, and then layers of paint applied used rollers. She was euphoric the day she painted one of the walls! The simple act of applying the pale yellow that they had chosen for the guest bedroom seemed to infuse her whole being with a vibrant rainbow. A strange pride bloomed in her heart every time she stepped into that room and admired that wall.

One day, two men arrived to replace the carpets. Over an hour they yanked off the old carpets, cleaned the floorboards and then stapled in the new plush mocha brown carpets that Sameer and Naina had ordered in advance. Over the course of just one day the house transformed drastically.

Some of the furniture was replaced while some rooms were just spruced up by adding new cushions or some picture frames. But every new change was exhilarating!

Naina tried to report most of these changes over her weekly calls to Rama and Malati. And then the two elder women would ruminate over those conversations till her next call.

By the end of the first month, Farhana had become a very dear friend! As she was still on her maternity leave, she would often drop by or invite Naina to join her on shopping trips. Armaan was at that cute age where, though still very much a baby, he had started getting more playful by the day. Naina would look forward to playing peek-a-boo with him or just jiggling him at her hip. Often as she bounced him on her knees, Farhana would slowly reveal more of her and Kabir's story.

As promised, Deepika introduced Naina to Oliver's cousin Becky, who turned out to be a cheerful lady only few years older to Naina. Some days, when she planned to bring her kids to a nearby park, Becky would call up Naina and arrange for them to meet over a cup of coffee. Naina found an unexpected warm friend in Becky as well as a window into a new culture.

Almost every week airmail would arrive from India. Sometimes it would be from Rama, but often it would reveal some crayon drawings, or some letters and numbers scribbled. Before leaving India, Sameer had asked Naina to buy a bunch of airmail letters and prefill their London address. This bunch was handed over to a stumped Ramdhari with loving instructions to Munni to send them at least one very week.

Every two weeks a phonecard would be bought especially for call the Ahmedabad home. About five minutes would be spent talking to Champa and Ramdhari about household tasks and then Munni would excitedly blabber about her school and friends for the rest of the call.

* * *

Vishakha proposed hosting a get-together at their place for Sameer and Naina's first anniversary. But the young couple was eager to unveil the new look of their flat and hence invited everyone over that evening.

The morning started with the lovebirds exchanging gifts in bed. As he she pulled out a large light-weight leather handbag, he explained "You can use this to carry your catalogues while visiting prospective clients." She pouted "I haven't really started working yet..."

He rolled his eyes "Just enjoy some time off! Anyways with all this home improvement stuff there was a lot to keep you busy. I couldn't have spared so much time on the research. Deepu is introducing you to her suppliers next week, right? And once Tom is back in town, I'll setup a meeting with him too. Don't worry, you will soon have a lot on your plate!"

Beaming widely, she first gifted him a maroon, long-sleeved, polo-neck t-shirt for the winters and then a sleek photo-frame, with a photo of them standing in front of the pyramids "I noticed that you don't have any photos of us on your desk at work! But your other employee had pictures of their family..."

He smirked "Isn't this from the same day when you didn't let me kiss you??" Scowling she started to get out of the bed "Why do you have to bring that up today?! I don't know when you are going to let that go..."

Pulling her back in the bed, he swiftly rolled over her. Pining her down, he murmured "Right now, I have no intention of letting you go anywhere." Still frowning she tried to push him away "You have spoiled my mood now!"

"Well, the photo of us is nice... but if you want me to keep a family photo on my desk... shouldn't we work on it??" he drawled with a crooked smile.

For a moment she stared at him unblinkingly and then pulled him down to her with a force that surprised him. Sameer chuckled softly "Easy there... my mama bear..."

Heart thudding, she trembled with timorous anticipation in his embrace.

Their lovemaking that morning was like a fervent prayer. She opened herself, beseeching the universe to let him be the harbinger and her be a vessel for life's infinite longing for itself. 

* * *

A few weeks back.

They were getting ready for bed, after returning from Kabir and Farhana's. Sameer tried to make some conversation, but she replied only in monosyllables. Though she did not voice them, he instinctively knew the thoughts that were occupying her mind and marring her mood.

Overall, the evening had been fun, as such get-togethers with his dearest friend were. And yet that one unguarded glimpse that he had caught of her had left him with a chill in his veins.

Earlier that evening, while standing in the backyard by themselves, Kabir had confessed as he stared at the two women inside through the glass of the French window "Man, I am so relieved that these two have clicked! It would have been a pain if they hadn't gelled together..."

Sameer uttered surprised "Why wouldn't they click together?? They are our wives..."

Kabir had gaped at him in astonishment "And that you think should have been enough for them to like each other?? Sammy, you are so oblivious to some things! Women genuinely bonding is not that easy..." Then shifting nervously, he had added "Plus they come from such different backgrounds... I wasn't sure if Naina would feel at home in our home."

Flinching at the idea, Sameer had retorted "Don't be ridiculous! She isn't that narrow minded." Then he had added earnestly "Believe me she has grown very fond of you and Farhana. And of course, of your little Champ." His friend had sighed "I know... and I was just pointing out how lucky we have got."

Sometime later when they headed indoors, noting his flickering gaze, Farhana had said "She is upstairs with Armaan. We have started a night-time routine with him as he takes ages winding down for bed these days. Naina offered to read to him for a bit. You can go up... just don't excite him now."

Reading to an eight-month-old baby? What does he possibly understand?? He mused as he tiptoed upstairs.

Peeking quietly inside the room, he saw his wife sitting in a rocking chair. A picture book lay open on the table next to the chair. The baby, exhausted by the evening's excitement, had already fallen asleep in her lap, mouth slightly open, the chubby fingers of his one hand clutching her dupatta.

All through the evening he had seen Naina play the doting aunt, but in that moment all he could see was the desperate desire for motherhood in her eyes as she gently caressed Armaan's fingers.

Sensing his presence, her eyes flitted towards him and instantly her shield was up. Raising a finger to her lips, she cautioned him to stay silent and then put the infant in his cot. Dimming the lights in the room, she nudged him to back trace his step downstairs.

"I had barely read half the book before Armu fell asleep." she informed Farhana with a sense of accomplishment. Farhana smiled in relief "Thank God! Now we can enjoy our coffees in peace."

Though she had taken part in the conversation for the rest of their stay, Sameer had found her smiles a little forced. And since they left Kabir's she had gone rather quiet.

Once she had changed into her night suit, she muttered a low "Goodnight" and crawling into the bed pulled the thick duvet over herself. Taking a deep breath, he slid into the bed too but without turning off the lamp on his side, he slipped his hand around her muttering "Naina, we need to talk. I know your mood is off..." She mumbled without looking at him "Nothing like that.... My period started today. I am just tired."

He persisted "Okay... but I know it's not just that. I saw you looking at Armaan. Upstairs, in the bedroom." Her back went rigid "I have not raised that topic again. So why are you bringing it up now? What is there to talk? Every time I have asked you have said 'not yet'!"

Groaning slightly, he uttered "You are making it sound like we have discussed this n number of times! I admit, on the two occasions you raised it, I wasn't ready. But I have never said I don't want children, have I?"

"Sameer, it has barely been two months since the last time I said I want us to start trying... why should I expect that anything has changed since?" her voice wobbled a little.

"We were in India... I didn't want us to start planning a family there." his words caught her by surprise. "What's wrong with having children in India?! I was born there. And so were you! Ahmedabad is not some village without any proper access to doctors, that you would have to worry about your child's birth!" her indignation flared.

His shoulders slumped "I wasn't worried about you giving birth in India... I mean, I was... but not because of the reasons that you are thinking. I was apprehensive of how I would deal with things on my own... if something went wrong. You didn't want to talk to a doctor. What if we started trying and things didn't go as we hope for? It scared the shit out of me to think about what if something triggered your panic attacks again. There is no one there I could turn to for help! You wouldn't want to share the past with Maa. But who else is there? I know, I am supposed to be your rock, but I was scared of not being able to be all that you needed."

Stunned, she strived to grasp the gist of his admission. Never before had she witnessed this vulnerability in his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice sounded raspy "But here, I have people around me who will be our rock if I start crumbling too... Do you understand my fears?" As she nodded, almost automatically, he continued "Also knowing you are able to be yourself with Deepu, it gives me a sense of security."

The silence that followed was heavy with all his unvoiced fears and doubts.

"Why didn't you say something before?" she asked after what seemed like hours.

He bit on his lower lip anxiously "I wasn't sure how you would react... if it would change your perception of me. Maybe I was just afraid of appearing weak. I don't want you to think I don't want to start a family. But I want us to see a doctor."

Seeing her eyes already clouding with angst, he added quickly "I mean a GP. I think we should discuss the history with a doctor and ask if there is anything we should be looking out for... any precautions... medications... anything to ensure a safe pregnancy."

After nibbling thoughtfully on her lower lip, she mumbled "I have seen some special vitamins at the chemist... and Deepu had once mentioned something too..."

"Exactly! Let's make sure we plan this properly. I will call up the GP and make an appointment for us for the earliest possible, okay?" When she nodded, he was immensely relieved that she was no longer opposed to discussing the miscarriage with a professional.

Two days later they had met with the GP. Sameer had requested for them to see a female doctor. To her surprise, Naina found talking to the middle-aged woman with a warm smile much easier than she had expected. Most probably it was the lack of fear of judgement. After all, where majority of the population openly engaged in intimacy outside the sanctity of marriage, there was nothing controversial about her past.

Based on the check-up and discussion about her general menstrual health, the GP did not find any cause for concern. Just to be conscientious, she advised Naina to start following a healthy diet and some prenatal vitamins for a few weeks before they actively started trying to get pregnant.

When Sameer asked for things to look out for, the doctor informed them as that as soon a pregnancy was confirmed she would refer to them to specialist. The obstetrician would be in a better position to help them monitor her health.

* * *

After emerging from the bedroom, Naina quickly lit a diya in her mandir and then started her tasks for the day.

Later, like most weekend mornings, Sameer brewed their coffee while Naina fixed them a breakfast of Poha. Over the course of the morning their phone kept ringing almost non-stop.

About five in the evening, Vishakha and Vivek arrived.

Many compliments were lavished, as they toured the two-bedroom flat and Vivek asked a number of questions about how much different things had cost.

While inspecting the wall next to the entrance decorated with photographs, Vishakha called sounding very emotional "Sameer! You have put up Maa and Papa's photo from their London visit next to one of you two! Such a lovely idea beta!"

Her son called out from inside "Mom, that's Naina's idea. She made me pose like Nanu when we clicked that photo in front of Big Ben."

Dabbing at her misty eyes, Vishakha muttered "You have started looking so much like Papa! He would have been so happy to see you happily married."

"Mom, please taste the bhaji. I can't decide if it needs some more masala." Naina hollered from the kitchen where she was stirring the vegetable and simultaneously buttering the bread for the Pav-Bhaji.

While Vishakha tasted the bhaji and added some salt, Naina babbled on "Deepu insisted on getting the cake. And since you were making the gulab-jamun, I haven't made any other sweet. Two sweets will be enough, right? I have made paneer tikka and dhokla. Oh, and Farhana is going to bring some veg biryani. Her biryani is so tasty! Sameer has bought some olives and garlic bread... Do you think it will go well with all the other Indian food?"

The elder lady hummed and then muttered almost to herself "Let's see what Sanjana brings... She told me she was planning to bring some salad. I told her who is going to eat a salad in this weather?!"

Naina diplomatically ignored her mother-in-law's comment and instead started sharing some parts of her conversation with her mother and Nani from earlier in the day.

Slowly the others arrived. All through the evening, the flat echoed with everyone's laughter and Armaan's occasional cries protesting the constant cuddles and kisses.

All the efforts Naina had put into the preparation for the evening were abundantly praised by the guests. And Sameer pointed out the empty bowls of Olives and garlic bread to his wife with a smug look!

Everyone forced themselves to add a few leaves of salad to their plates which Sanjana had brought along. Well, almost everyone. Naina heaped her plate with it bearing in mind the doctor's advice to consume foods with folic acid!

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(Hi Everyone,  

Hope you enjoyed a peek into their life in London. I did promise my readers global Samaina romance! :) 

Do share your thoughts on what you thought of this chapter. The next chapter will be the final chapter and then the epilogue. 

Thank you all for your support and love for this story. 

Big hug and lots of love, May)