PURCHASED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #2)

32. A Breakfast Table.

MAYA

I slid the chair of dinning, when is sat on it. Watching Mr. Kapoor cook food on the kitchen island. Looking at his posture and position, his speed of cutting and using knife he looked like he was some professional who is very use to cooking often.

If course he must be, "I didn't think you can even cook?" I said, when he turned and smiled. "Why you can't?" He asked me, making me smile, "I can, I use to cook all the time in my house, my brother doesn't eat food made by maids, so I use to cook it for him unt sister in law came in." I told him. And stood from the table, "Do you need help?" I asked him, when he handed me a knife, "Some diced onions please," He replied with a smile when I nodded and started to cut the head and tail of a onion.

"Your family. Who are there in your family?" He asked me, putting oil in a pan, "Why didn't you find it when you had a man behind me? For stalking?" I didn't wanted to but I don't know why it came out as a taunt.

"I am very sorry for that," He regreted when I laughed, with tears in my eyes because of the onion.  "I have a big family. I have two aunts and uncle, I have five brother in total, and my own mom and dad. My little brothers aren't married, the eldest among us, who is always my real sibling is in jail, my other real sibling ran away of the house because he felt burdened living of Viraj bhaiya, the second number brother. Who is now incharge of everything. "I told him,

"Why is your real brother in jail?" He asked me, curious, "He just committed some wrong things to my sister in law and Viraj brother. That's why I and Rahaan bhai. Felt burdened to him. Because we all lived of him." I told him when he nodded, "You have a complicated family."

"Don't everyone have a complicated family!"I said when he agreed.

" Does your Viraj you said, does he not treats your family right? "He curiously asked,"Of course no! He takes me as his own sister. And all my brothers love me. I'm only sister. So I am like princess." I was pouring tears from eyes. Now, when suddenly a figure came and hit Mr. Kapoor on his back. "You, bad man! Why are you making her cry?" Shivanshya screaming at Mr. Kapoor asked and looked at me, he raised his hand again but I caught it before he can hit,"Its okay! It's okay! I am cutting onions. That's why!" I told him when he looked at the diced onions on table.

"You need punishment," I heard Mr. Kapoor saying behind me.

"Go and stand near the wall, reflecting on what you did. Until breakfast." He cruely demanded, when I could say between them. I have no position.

"Fine. I am sorry, but you can't make her cry! If onions makes her cry! Through them all away!" He loudly yelled and thumped till wall standing with his hands crossed and glaring at me and him.

"Ahh, this kid!" His father regretted. Turning back to his pan. I handed him the onions when he used it on his thing.

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The breakfast was served, as we all sat down, "Come on! Shivanshya, come and eat your breakfast." I said keeping the last plate on table, but both the man were frozen. Looking at me, even Shivanshya was frozen staring at me from afar.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, them rethinking on what I said was actually wrong.

"I change my mind!" the little kid said walking towards me and keeping his elbow and arm on the dinning table resting his chin on his hand and table, "I don't want you as my girlfriend. I want you as my mom." He made an little uncomfortable statement. Making me little embarrassed.

"You can't say that so easily Shivanshya, it's a bad manner.." I heard Mr. Kapoor say as he sat on the chair. Pulling one already for me.

I too silently said, when he too silently and sadly sat down. "What's wrong with wanting a mommy all my campus friends have moms. Who sends them some favorite lunch every weekend, and calls them before sleeping everynight with a goodnight kiss. And comes to meet them all the time. You barely show your face in a month, and forget about getting me lunch. You show up with bunch of useless toys, as if I am two year old kid." He kept murmuring and complaining. When I felt bad for him.

" So? I am your father not your mother, must I really pack you lunch every weekend? Do I have no other better things to do? I am earning for you. That's the most I can do... " Mr. Kapoor suddenly got really furious and angry at the kid, making me surprise. When I saw a tear rolling in the kids eyes.

"Whats wrong with you?" His red and teary face made me really mad.

"He is kid, if he doesn't talk with you on what he wants and what he doesn't, then with who else?" I screamed at the not so wise man.

"He should look after his demands." He gritted glaring at me making me angry but scare at the same time.

"You are impossible." I too mumbled and extended my hands towards the kid, "Shivanshya, I'll be packing you lunches every weekend now on. Look forward." I said to him when a smiled crossed his face.

Wait. What am I doing?

The closer I will get to him. The harder it will be for him if someday I suddenly back out.