From Strangers to Partner

Episode-One

Pritam Malhotra was a shy and Indian Boy. Even though he was raised in a palace, he was brought up with traditional values. he was very obedient and never questioned her mother or her father. he knew her father worked hard to create his business empire, which is why he spends most of his time in Mumbai or Delhi rather than at home with his family.
Pritam diligently prepared breakfast. Sure, there were servants, but he preferred to make breakfast himself.. Pritam loved cook very much.
Pritam was an excellent cook. he enjoyed cooking..Since Pritam loved to cook, his mother taught him a lot of cooking with her own hands.
Although his mother never wanted her son to come to the kitchen or learn to cook, her attraction to cooking compelled her.
Pritam just had to learn how to cook well.he was finishing up making the last of the parathas when her younger sister, Payal, came bursting into the kitchen.
"Bhaiya! Look at this!" she was holding up a fashion magazine.
Pritam glanced at the picture Payal held in front of her. She saw a glamorous model wearing a short red dress. The dress was much too short and the neckline was cut a little too low. Pritam noticed the model's confidence and a hint of jealousy rose inside of her.
"Why are you reading these types of magazines? You know you can't dress like this." Pritam said, moving the magazine aside as he finished preparing breakfast.
"A girl can dream, can't she?" beamed Payal. Payal was always an optimist. She was four years younger than Pritam, but believed she was much older and all grown up.
"Take these to the table." Said Pritam, handing Payal plates full of food.
he brought out the rest of the food and called everyone down. he lived in a joint family, so most of her uncles and aunts and a plethora of cousins lived with her. he enjoyed being part of a large family. he couldn't wrap her mind around how children actually left their parents behind to live on their own. he never wanted to leave her family.
Pritam's younger cousins sauntered down the grand staircase and surrounded the table. Her aunts and uncles leisurely followed. None of her cousins were her age. Most were much younger than he was. A few of them were married with families of their own.
"Mmm smells good." Commented one of her uncles.
Pritam smiled and began to serve her family members. Her mother made her way to her seat. Payal served her. Pritam's mother looked up at her, approving of her job well done.
"Payal, you must learn to cook like your brother." She said.
"Of course, but just wait and watch Ma. I'll be better than Bhaiya," replied Payal. She made a face at Pritam. Pritam smiled back at her.
Pritam glanced out the window and noticed a black Mercedes parked outside. he studied it for a moment and then quickly made her way towards the front door. he paused for a moment and took a deep breath. he opened the door to see his father with a fist in the air.
"You always get to the door before I even knock!" her father said.
Pritam smiled. he always knew when her father came home even when he tried to surprise her. he bent down and touched her father's feet.
"Be happy." He gave her his blessing and enveloped her in a hug as he entered the house.
"Ma!" Pritam called to her mother. Pritam's mother walked around the corner and shyly smiled as she saw Pritam's father.
"Baba!" Payal came running around the corner. She also bent down to touch her father's feet before giving him a hug.
They loved when their father came home. The house always seemed brighter, happier when he was home. Pritam noticed that her father wasn't as happy as he usually was when he came home. He kept glancing over at her as the rest of the family members tried to greet him and welcome him home.
"Pritam," he finally said, "I need to discuss something with you."
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