"Aur kitna time lagega Mamma?" 8- year old Shivi asked Raavi.
"Yeh Bhootnath, pata nahi kaha reh gaya. Mein zara dekh kar aati hu," she said as she got out of bed.
"Aap kahi nahi jaungi Mamma, Papa has given me strict orders that you are not to leave the room today. All you're supposed to do is rest."
"I'm feeling better now, and the fever has gone down. At least, let me go check. Don't you remember what kaand your Papa did the last time?"
"Yes, when he nearly burned down the kitchen trying to make khichdi and then we all ended up eating half-burnt khichdi," Shivi laughed.
Just then, Shiva walked into the room, wearing an apron and a plate covered by a cloche.
"My dear ladies, I present to you 'Somnath's best khichdi,' prepared by your very own Michelin star Chef Shiva Pandya," Shiva said, dramatically lifting the cloche and placing the plate on the bedside table.
"Does the kitchen now look like a warzone like it did the last time?" Shivi chuckled as Raavi struggled to control her laugh.
"Ha ha ha, tere jokes bhi tere mummy ke jokes ki tarah phaltu hote jaa rahe hai," Shiva retorted sarcastically.
"Ae Bhootnath teri himmat kaise hui mere jokes ko phaltu bolne ki," Raavi said as she jumped out of bed, ready to fight.
"Tu phaltu aur tere jokes bhi phaltu"
"Toh tere jokes kaunse Kapil Sharma level ke hai.
"Dekh Chipkali, mere jokes pe mat jaa."
"Ha toh tu bhi mat jaa."
Shivi sighed as she served herself some Khichdi, "Yeh dono toh phirse shuru ho gaye. Hey Somnath, yeh kinn bacchon ke saath phasa diya mujhe."
"Khichdi toh iss baar sach mein acchi bani hai," she said as she ate, her parents still bickering in the background.
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Soulful ShiVi Stories
FanfictionDecided to pen down a few cute stories from Shiva and Raavi and their daughter Shivi's life. Happy reading!!!!
