Siya’s pov,

A lot has happened to me in the span of 3-4 days. Marrybeth’s death, me finding out that I am not an orphan, my family being the royalty in India, Marrybeth transferring Beth's kitchen to me, me agreeing to go to India, well it's a lot for me. For a girl who's mental health is not so good this shit is definitely a lot.

Yesterday was Marrybeth's funeral. And I didn't go. If you ask why, then I am a girl who doesn't take death well. Then you will say that you were in the hospital all day when they found her body! Then my answer will be that day I had no choice but to steel myself and go with the flow. Marrybeth had her will prepared as if she knew she would do this someday, but anyway Beth gave me Beth's kitchen. She gave me her dream, which she knew I made my own goal to expand it.

Now I am sitting in their private jet. We took off 2 hours ago. I don't know how things will go on, but I don’t care. I have felt calm and safe since the moment my dad and Arjun bhaiya came inside the hospital ward. And to be honest I never felt these two things till now, no matter who the person was or even when I was alone I never felt these two things. Even when I used to be in my apartment, I never felt safe, it was just a house. It never felt like home but now with these two with me I strangely feel safe, it is like these two will save me from each and every problem in the world. I feel like I can be the child who died because I had to grow up fast and take care of myself. I can enjoy my childhood once again, I can behave like a child and throw tantrums and no one would judge me.

“Siya?” My chain of thoughts broke when I heard someone calling me. It was Arjun bhaiya. “Can I speak with you for a moment if you don't have any problem?” I simply nod my head. “Not here, in my cabin, ………….only if you are comfortable.” I guess he saw my expressions changing on the word cabin. I had no problem so I said yes. Even though it is a jet, but, it has a bedroom, a spacious sitting area and a cabin, which is also big and spacious.

We entered the cabin and I saw a black-themed sofa set in a corner and a big black wooden table and two chairs in front of it and one big office chair in the back. He sat on his chair and asked me to sit. I wanted to ask him this question first so I asked, “how should I address you?” “Huh” came his reply, I guess he was caught off guard so I repeated my question, “how should i address you? I mean I know in India you don't call your siblings by name so what should I call you?” I always called him bhaiya in my mind because till now we never had to converse much and even when we had to it was short, so I never had to address him but from now I will have to so I am asking him this question. “Mmmm.. you can call me bhaiya, it means..” , “I am really very sorry bhaiya for interrupting you but I know what it means and I can speak, read and write Hindi” I said hesitantly unsure of his reaction. When I looked at him again he looked surprised and shocked, for the first time I could read his face clearly. His facial expression clearly said what he wanted to say out loud ‘how’? So I told him about my friend and how she taught me both hindi and marathi languages. “It is good then, then you will have less problems in college in comparison to what I thought. Actually it was one of the reasons I wanted to speak to you, actually I thought of hiring you a private tutor for teaching you Hindi, so I wanted to ask you if you were comfortable with a tutor or one of us would teach you, but I guess it is not needed now. So now that all remains is are you really fine with everything going on right now? I mean even if you are not comfortable or anything you can tell me or Papa, no one is forcing you to do anything baccha, I need you to know that all we want is for you to be happy, nothing else, so if you don't like anything just tell us ok? This not only applies in this plane but also when we go home. Now tell me honestly is fine because even for me this is a lot and you are the one who is going through all of the changes, I can't even imagine how you are handling everything, so I want you to tell me honestly if you are really fine.” “I am fine, really” were the only words I could utter. I might cry if this topic goes on. “Uhhh if you don't have anything else to say then can I go?” He just nodded his head.

As I went back to the sitting area I saw Papa sitting there doing something on his laptop. He called me to sit beside him. “We have a lot of time before we land so do you want to watch something?” “A movie or a series?” “Movie is fine, which movie do you want to watch?” “Can you suggest, I really can't remember anything right now.” “If you don't mind we can watch ‘Bhool Bhulaiyaa’ it's a horror comedy bollywood movie.” “OK” “But it's in Hindi, it's fine we can turn on english subtitles or we will watch something else” “It's ok mujhe hindi ati hai” he seemed a little shocked but nodded. While watching the movie I don't know what came to my mind and I suddenly side hugged Papa and asked, “can I call you Papa?” He was still for some time but then he hugged me back and kissed on my forehead and said, “of course princess” for the first time in my life I felt like home. I don't know when I slept while watching the movie, when I opened my eyes I was sleeping on the bed tucked in a warm comforter and the cutest thing was there were pillows on both sides so I could not fall from the bed. No one has taken care of me like that. I feel cherished.