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#Fun Fact - If you sneeze too hard, you could fracture a rib.

"Shivi?"

"How does meat taste? Is it juicy like mangoes or meaty like itself?" Shivaay gasped for air as his wife raised a question on some out-of-the-box issues, which didn't make sense.

At least to him.

"It depends." He answered shortly after her and glanced over his shoulder to look at her. "Why are you asking thou? Don't you hate it? Non-veg and stuff like that."

She pushed her plump lips out, pouting. "I don't know. I feel like eating, to know more about this."

"You want to?"

"I don't actually want to but I'm craving for that. I want to. However, I still don't want to." Shivaay frowned, keeping aside his laptop as he crawled to her.

"What do you want to eat? Ask anything and it will be over your picture in minutes." He asked softly, placing his palms on her clothed abdomen. He was still digesting the fact that he was soon to be a father in months, and his happiness and satisfaction had no bounds.

Over the seventeen days, he started being protective of his lady love and his offspring. He was slowly being connected to the unborn.

Still, he was terrified. Terrified thinking if he could be a promising father similar to his father and baade papa or not. He had grown up watching his father and uncle, he did enact them at times but now he was a jinx.

Would he be a good father? He thought.

"I want-" she seductively leaned forward to reach him and whispered over his ears, "-you." She laughed clutching her stomach hard watching her flushed face. His ear tips and skin had turned into a light hue of red hearing her courageous words.

"I want to have Kotambir Vadi. Will, you prep that?" She innocuously asked. "In the U.S. we were always in short of our spices and herbs now that we have I want to eat as much as possible." She flashed her billion dollars smile.

[Info - Kothimbir Vadi is a delicious savoury crisp snack from the Maharashtrian cuisine made with gram flour (besan), coriander leaves, peanut, sesame seeds and spice.]

"Of course, I will." He stood up dieting his invisible dust across his loose shirt.

"I will come too-" he shot a fierce glare watching her follow him. "-I will just sit. I won't disturb or try using my brain." She added before he could interrupt. Shivaay walked out of the room clasping hers with his hand and shook his head smilingly at her naively sense.

Entering the open and vast kitchen area, he advised his wife to take a seat on the kitchen island and watch him while he continue the search for ingredients.

Annika watched him keenly aware that he was into his cooking forgetting her. Grabbing a huge mixing bowl, Shivaay added the washed and chopped fresh coriander leaves and a cup of chickpeas flour. Then, he reinforced it with salt, red chilli powder, and sesame seeds along with his signature flavour; which obviously was gram masala. He then kneaded the flour mixture forming a soft dough by adding water to small batches. Shaping the dough into a cylindrical body, he placed it in the steamer to cook for about fifteen minutes.

"Just need to fry them after steam. Just twenty minutes more, babe." Shivaay grinned as he finished off his half work.

"Dadi? Do you need any help?" Annika hopped from the countertop as Kalyani slowly but steadily walked into them, making her husband and Dadi gasp reaching out to chastise her.

"You shouldn't jump puttar, not at least in the first trimester," Kalyani told caressing Annika's cheeks with her fluttering fingers. "The first three months are very crucial. During this period, your body is going through a major transformation and needs time to adjust to the changes." Annika smiled as dadi calmly explained some of her experiences.