Story of an Indian Girl

Chapter 3

We continued to cook in silence. After about 30 minutes of non stop hectic cooking we finally competed the task of cooking all the dishes but one. 
"di please go freshen up and rest a bit I don't mind finishing the last dish." I suggested softly not looking directly at her. "hmm…" she took her apron off and put her hand on my shoulder. I tensed up on her touch, "I shouldn't have to pull you about this. You're not Karan. I expect more and better behavior from you than I do from him. Don't let me down Priya." di Scolded. I felt so embarrassed. I should have behaved better. On the other hand I felt angry As if she didn't know that I hated him! I am 20 for fucks sake. I'm allowed to form my own opinions about people. 
Not putting more thought in what happened I finished cooking the last and easiest dish, tadka dal. 

I took out all the food from the cooking bowls and  placed them neatly in the serving bowls and placed them on the dining table still while they were hot. I then went up to the room Isha di and I shared and stood outside and knocked. I waited for an answer and then entered the room. 
"di the food is ready I've placed them in the fancy serving bowls and I've set the table should I call everyone for lunch?" I informed still looking not looking at her directly in the eye. 
"hm" is all she said. 
I went around the house knocking on all doors and calling everyone for food. 
Everyone gathered around the table and looked confused. The next question was how will everyone fit. 
"bhabhi, the kids, her husband and Alisha di and jiju should sit for lunch first. Then the remaining can eat. If that's fine with everyone." I suggested. Except isha di and karan no one seemed to notice my use of "her husband". Di gave me look saying what the fuck did I just explain to you while my immature brother karan couldn't stop smiling and looking proud of me. After a few minutes of discussion it was decided that the elders would eat first. 
(according to the Hindu tradition the younger girls serve the food) so Isha di and I started surving the food. 
I started with filling bhabhi plate asking her the size of each surving. While di served the kids simultaneously. Next I moved to serve jiju when Isha Di made it so that i had to serve rahul. 

I tried my best to do so without spilling intentionally knowing that this time even if its a mistake di would not spare me. 
After that I moved to serve jiju while di served Alisha didi. "Why did you call him bhabhi's husband?" jiju asked almost in a whisper while everyone else was raving about the food which worked perfectly as no one could hear us. "you noticed???" I asked surprised and scared. "don't worry even I hate him for the same reason you and karan do. So I'm on your side don't worry." jiju said reassuringly. Gently rubbing his thumb on the back of my palm. 
After we served everyone. I went into the kitchen to make fresh naan (type of Indian bread) for everyone. The kids finished first while the 2 couples took their sweet time. 
Luckily it was a Saturday and other than karan bhai and myself no one had any plans. 

For the second seeting only di and Karan bhai sat while I served them and made fresh naan for them although they both insisted I sat with them. I had no courage to face di after the 2 slip ups. 
Only half the day had passed and I had made 2 mistakes already. God only knows how long they are going to stay and how I'm going to control my toungue considering my anger.