CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

When the doorbell rang in the middle of the weekday, I was not expecting my husband to be standing at the gate. “Arnav, how come you’re back so early?”

He smirked, “Kriti, won’t you let me come inside? Are you asking me to leave again?”

“No,” I quickly moved aside, “it’s nothing of that sort. It’s just strange for you to be home early. What happened? Not feeling well?”

 “No, I’m alright,” he rushed into the hall, throwing a stack of files on the table. “More than just alright, actually. I am here because Golu is on his way, I just wanted to stop by and let you know before I go to pick him up.”

He was unusually cheerful, and it made me happy to see him like that.

“Oh! Great. So, I’ll prepare everything then.”

“Don’t worry about all that, I’m just excited to meet him after so long,” he said, sound