Ruhaniyaat (Segment 89)

1 month later-

His point of view-
“Please sign here ” said the registrar to Papa and mom..
Yes with a lot of practise i had finally settled to call her mom just like Pie did..
Pie se yaad i am planning to propose her soon maybe today in the evening at the reception party..
Everyone around me had settled down …
John’s date had gone well..
She had started to accept him romantically..
Kids had warmed upto him ..
the little baby boy he was a little hesitant at first but after Pie’s magic everything was fine..
Yea we started calling Pie’s deeds as her magic now..like how she can make everything perfect..
“Dexy ..you are suppose to sign..” pie said nudging me..
“Oh yea..yes.” i fumbled before removing my pen from my jacket to sign..
I had a things for pen .i never sign with another’s pen…
I always carry my pen and signed with it only…let it be anything from a small form to big contracts..
I always use my pen .
“Congratulation ..” screamt Pie clapping her hands together..
She is such a kid at times..
She hugged both of them simuntaneously while i just shook hands..
I am a bit shy when it comes to PDA.
The garlands were exchanged and soon we were heading home..

Pie had convinced me to shift back to the mansion
She reasoned that the only problem because of which i moved out had been solved and thus i should move back home.
We were to shift today after the reception.
I hadn’t spoken to maa since the day where we last met in court..
I just couldn’t believe that she would so something like that for money.
She would cheat somebody.
She din’t try talking to me either..
I guess she din’t care..
“So Papa where are you going for a honeymoon..?” Pie enquired
The newly weds blushed at the thought.
Aww my parents were so cute.
“How about Europe..?” I piped in.
“Hum kahi nai jare hai..pehle tumhari shadi bhi toh karwani hai..” teased Papa
Pie blushed beetroot red and bowed her head down .
I had told about my plans to propose her to Papa and since that day he threatened to spill my beans..
He smirked at me before turning back to mom and whisering something in her ears..
I watched my happy parents in awe..
I guess this is what people call happily ever after..
Loving the person till your last breath..
I wish to have a happily ever after with Pie with my little princess..
“No..i want maroon curtains only” screamt Pie over the phone..
“No pink is not maroon..”
There we go again.
My baby had taken all the responsibilities for the best wedding reception they could ever have..
My kitten would tranform into a tigress when speaking to all the caterers ..decorators..
“Baby calm..”
“No what do you mean by you don’t have maroon..i am not paying you then ..thank you for your services..” she yelled and hung up..
Mom and Papa chuckeled at my expression..
Bhala wo kya jabe perfectionist biwi ka dard.
Yeh shirt aur yeh pant match nai karta..
Table cloth rug se match nai karta.
Curtains crumpled lagre hai …iron karo..
Like hell who irons curtains .
Bhagwan apne itni kripa dikhayi hain thodi aur dikha do..!
Please make this reception party a sucess before my baby turns mad..
Mera bacha kabhi kabhi bada ho jata hai..!
God help me.!

1 month later-
His point of view-
“Please sign here ” said the registrar to Papa and mom..
Yes with a lot of practise i had finally settled to call her mom just like Pie did..
Pie se yaad i am planning to propose her soon maybe today in the evening at the reception party..
Everyone around me had settled down …
John’s date had gone well..
She had started to accept him romantically..
Kids had warmed upto him ..
the little baby boy he was a little hesitant at first but after Pie’s magic everything was fine..
Yea we started calling Pie’s deeds as her magic now..like how she can make everything perfect..
“Dexy ..you are suppose to sign..” pie said nudging me..
“Oh yea..yes.” i fumbled before removing my pen from my jacket to sign..
I had a things for pen .i never sign with another’s pen…
I always carry my pen and signed with it only…let it be anything from a small form to big contracts..
I always use my pen .
“Congratulation ..” screamt Pie clapping her hands together..
She is such a kid at times..
She hugged both of them simuntaneously while i just shook hands..
I am a bit shy when it comes to PDA.
The garlands were exchanged and soon we were heading home..
Pie had convinced me to shift back to the mansion
She reasoned that the only problem because of which i moved out had been solved and thus i should move back home.
We were to shift today after the reception.
I hadn’t spoken to maa since the day where we last met in court..
I just couldn’t believe that she would so something like that for money.
She would cheat somebody.
She din’t try talking to me either..
I guess she din’t care..
“So Papa where are you going for a honeymoon..?” Pie enquired
The newly weds blushed at the thought.
Aww my parents were so cute.
“How about Europe..?” I piped in.
“Hum kahi nai jare hai..pehle tumhari shadi bhi toh karwani hai..” teased Papa
Pie blushed beetroot red and bowed her head down .
I had told about my plans to propose her to Papa and since that day he threatened to spill my beans..
He smirked at me before turning back to mom and whisering something in her ears..
I watched my happy parents in awe..
I guess this is what people call happily ever after..
Loving the person till your last breath..
I wish to have a happily ever after with Pie with my little princess..
“No..i want maroon curtains only” screamt Pie over the phone..
“No pink is not maroon..”
There we go again.
My baby had taken all the responsibilities for the best wedding reception they could ever have..
My kitten would tranform into a tigress when speaking to all the caterers ..decorators..
“Baby calm..”
“No what do you mean by you don’t have maroon..i am not paying you then ..thank you for your services..” she yelled and hung up..

Mom and Papa chuckeled at my expression..
Bhala wo kya jabe perfectionist biwi ka dard.
Yeh shirt aur yeh pant match nai karta..
Table cloth rug se match nai karta.
Curtains crumpled lagre hai …iron karo..
Like hell who irons curtains .
Bhagwan apne itni kripa dikhayi hain thodi aur dikha do..!
Please make this reception party a sucess before my baby turns mad..
Mera bacha kabhi kabhi bada ho jata hai..!
God help me.!

P.S This chapter is dedicated to Kumu because she posted a big comment for my last segment.
Finally after one word or one liners i got a big comment from her..
Target achieved..!