The Shergill's Love [Completed]

7: Cake

Being able to spend the rest of your life with someone you love is the biggest blessing one could ask for. Not everyone in this world has received this blessing but I was among those who did receive it.

However handling her temper tantrums and her episodes of attention seeking tries would never let one live in peace. Hah, love costs you peace of mind.

Drishti:- ye kya hai? Ew!

Throwing my oldest and dearest shirt on the floor she checked through the other clothes in my closet. Only a few of them were allowed to remain in there while the rest poor ones laid on the floor.

I agree that my closet wasn't something anybody would want to see but come on- she wouldn't throw my favourite shirt away because it had three small holes on its back, right?

Drishti:- aur ye vali jaegi dustbin mein.

Picking my darling from its collar she walked her way outside making me react to it immediately. If I didn't do it my darling would die. My hands circled around her wrist tightly while I stood behind the closet door and looked at her timidly.

Narrowing her eyes at me she curled her lips at one side and held the shirt on her forefinger.

Drishti:- ab ye mat kehna ye phati hui aur mail se bhari shirt tumhe chahea?

It was embarrassing. The shirt was my favorite so I wore it every night without washing and didn't even care to discard it due to some tiny holes.

Rakshit:- kya tum ise sachi phekne vali ho?

Drishti:- nahi.

Seeing her smile at me I showed her a bright toothed smiled.

Drishti:- isko frame karake kamre mein lagvaungi.

My smile instantly dropped. I left her hand and watched her mercilessly throw my darling in a polythene which would go into the cloth trash. Poor darling.

Drishti:- chalo ab tumhare kapre ache se rakhte hain. Bht buri tarah se lagae hain tumne apne kapre.

I knew that. No need to tell me again and again. It hurts.

It took us thirty minutes to settle everything in the closet and by the time it ended she felt hungry so she took my hand and dragged to the kitchen with her. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she looked at me and pointed towards the fridge.

Drishti:- mujhe kuch banake do.

Rakshit:- par kuch time pehle hi to humne dinner kia tha Drishti?

Drishti:- par mujhe bhukh lagi hai.

Rakshit:- to subh tak wait nahi hoga kya?

Her bottom lip protruded out a little as she rubbed her eyes while leaning on my arm. The oversized shirt already made her look adorable and now she had to do that too.

Drishti:- to tumhara matlab mein bhukhi rahu?

Never Mrs. Shergill, never.

Rakshit:- kyu? Tum bhukhi kyu rahogi? Mein abhi tumhare lea kuch banata hun.

She sat on the counter while I took out a packet of instant ramen and put it into a pan without water. Placing the pan over the stove I took a jug of oil but just before I could pour it into the pan Drishti shouted.

Drishti:- nahi! Ye nahi.

I looked at her while she was thinking something looking at the pan. She usually took a lot of time to decide what she wanted to eat and I was okay with waiting for her.

Being someone who waited almost four years for this woman, waiting a few minutes for her final decision on food wasn't a problem for me.

Drishti:- cake? Mujhe cake khana hai vo bhi acha sa.

Rakshit:- abhi?

Drishti:- han abhi!

Rakshit:- jaisa apka hukum.

I bowed dramatically in front of her which made her laugh. She kicked my arm while leaning back on the counter as I started to sing while taking out the materials for her cake.

The once empty rose to life as her sweet laughter eachoed in the kitchen and the hall. The curtains of her tangled in a beautiful messs opened and spread along her face as her smile did the rest of the witchcraft.

My voice wasn't comfortable to one's ears but the fact that it made her laugh made me believe I had it for a reason and there was nothing to feel insecure about it.

It made her smile.

There was no end to the majestic beauty of hers. With each day it seemed to increase more and more.

I broke three eggs and scramled them in a bowl. She got off from the counter and walked towards me. Getting in the space between me and the bowl that laid on the shelf, she snatched the beater from my hand.

Drishti:- I'll do it

She smiled and startes stirring the eggs and put the rest of the material in after a few seconds of scrambling. I stood behind her with my hands holding the bowl while she stirred it with all her force. After a few minutes she looked tired.

Rakshit:- ab baki mein kar leta hun. Tum kafi der se kar rahi ho

Drishti:- to? Tumhe lgta hai mein kamzor hun?

Rakshit:- nahi nahi.

I knew she wouldn't allow me to help so gathering up all my courage I rested my hands on hers and helped her stir it all the way. She giggled when I rested my chin near her neck, complaining that I tickled her.

Those minutes were among the best minutes of my life as she was with me. As the batter was ready we poured it into moulds and put it into the oven which was done preheating itself.

Till the time the cake was being baked she sat on the slab and wrapped her arms and legs around me as I stood in front of her. I held her in my arms and closed my eyes to feel the oeace the moment held in itself.

That seemed so perfect. The way she talked to me about so many things in just that time and kept her head on my shoulders brought the feeling of security and loveliness inside me.

The oven tinged as the cake was ready. We took it out from the oven and allowed to cool. Once it was cool she put it on a plate while I grabbed a knife to cut it.

Just like we made the batter, I stood behind her. Holding one of her arms to her waist I cut the cake into pieces while she kept her other hand on my face and laughed about something she had experienced in the past.

As the cake was cut I took a piece and lifted it to her mouth. She looked extremely happy to see it and took another piece. Bringing it to my lips she told me that we should eat it together since both if us made it.

And just like she said.

We ate it together.