In the morning, in GOENKA mansion,
In KAIRA's room,
The sun rays fell on Naira's face and woke her up. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw her husband sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. It's their first day after their wedding. An arranged marriage. They hadn't had any issues since it was decided by their parents and went on with the flow. She got up and went to freshen up. After having a nice shower, she came out dressed and led herself to the dressing table, drying her hair. Unknowing to her, a few drops of water fell on his face waking him up. He opened his eyes and saw her, his wife. The woman he had married. They knew nothing about each other except names. She was still drying her hair and the water was being dropped on his face, irritating him. Why not? His view was being shut.
Kartik: Can you not do that?
She looked at him and realised that she woke up. But his sentence confused her.
Naira: Do what?
Kartik: Dry your hair!
Naira: Do you want me to fall sick?
Kartik: You are dropping water over me!
Naira: Sorry for that.
Kartik walked to the washroom to have a bath while Naira continued drying her hair. After a while, he came out and kept the wet towel on the bed. Naira noticed it.
Naira: Can you not do that?
Kartik's eyes landed on her, since she looked amazing. But her question confused him.
Kartik: Do what?
Naira: Keep the wet towel on the bed.
Kartik: But that is what I've been doing after having a bath.
Naira(command): You won't be doing it here on.
Kartik: Why?
Naira: Because I'm saying so.
Kartik: And who are you?
Naira: YOUR WIFE!
Kartik(murmurs): Suits you!
The couple walked down to the dining table to have breakfast. Kartik sat down and Naira stood there besides him, looking at him.
Naira: What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it!
Kartik: I want Aloo Paratha! You need help?
Naira: Not today, from tomorrow onwards yes!
Naira smiled and left towards the kitchen while Kartik smiled on hearing her sentence.
Later,
Naira came out with the Aloo Paratha on the plate and served it to Kartik and then served herself too. She then forwarded a cup of tea for both of them.
Kartik: Can you not serve that?
Naira was again confused.
Naira: Serve what?
Kartik: Tea! I am not a tea person. I'd prefer coffee.
Naira: Alright! I'll get it for you!
Naira was about to get up.
Kartik: Never mind! Let it be! The paratha will turn cold. Have it first. I'll manage with the tea.
Kartik had a bite from the Paratha and found himself in a completely new world of taste. He doubts whether the chefs he has hired know to cook. He then took a sip of the tea and forgot the taste of coffee. He wondered, if he was missing such a good taste all this time, his life. Naira watched him having everything happily and smiled looking at him. They were done with their breakfast and were now sitting in the hall.
