Destined to Be!

Chapter 2...

A few days had passed since Anayra and Mikhail met at the café, the wedding took place in a subtle manner, and their first night together had arrived. The room was adorned with beautiful decorations, setting the romantic atmosphere for the newly married couple. Mikhail's photos adorned the walls, adding a personal touch to the space.

As Anayra entered the room, she couldn't help but admire its beauty. The weight of her heavy jewelry had started to take its toll, so she made her way to the dressing table to begin removing them. After a few minutes, Mikhail entered the room and quietly closed the door. Anayra turned to look at him, and he admired her from behind.

Anayra was now wearing her lehenga without the dupatta and jewelry, with her hair flowing down one side of her shoulder. As she turned back to the mirror, she removed the only earring she had left, bringing Mikhail back to reality.

Slowly, Mikhail made his way toward Anayra, holding a small box in his hand. As she turned to face him, she looked at the box with curiosity, waiting for Mikhail to reveal its contents.

Mikhail said, "My dad told me that on the first night of marriage, a husband should give a gift to his wife. Sona told me that you like earrings, so I thought I should get those for you."

Anayra smiled as she accepted the beautiful diamond earrings and put them on. "Beautiful," they both said in unison, smiling as the earrings twinkled at Anayra's earlobes.

Mikhail said, "You go change first, and then I'll go."

Anayra replied, "No, you go first. It's going to take me some time to change. This dress is quite complicated."

Mikhail headed towards the washroom while Anayra faced the reality of her complicated marriage. She recalled how she had cried after her first meeting with Mikhail, and how she had lied to her family and best friend about being happy with her marriage.

The next morning, Anayra was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing. She saw that it was her mother calling, and since Mikhail was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed, she went to the balcony to take the call.

"Hello, mom," she said.

"Anayra today is the first kitchen ritual *Pehli Rasoi*, and you need to prepare the meal," her mother informed her.

"What?" Anayra exclaimed.

"Don't be shocked. Just cook something good," her mother replied.

"But, mom, I don't know how to cook," Anayra protested.

"You do know, just make something decent," her mother insisted.

"But..."Before she could finish, the phone's battery died. "Oh no, my phone's dead. What am I supposed to do now? I don't know how to cook, and they will kick me out of the house if I don't make a good meal. Let me charge my phone and freshen up, then I'll figure out what to do," Anayra thought to herself.

Later, after freshening up and having a good bath, Anayra was trying to call someone, but they weren't picking up. Mikhail was out on his regular workouts, so he wasn't around to help. Finally, the person answered and Anayra let out a huge sigh of relief.

But the person on the other end was not happy, "What's going on? Can't you let me sleep? I finished your work the whole night and now you're bugging me."

Anayra was freaking out, "Tara, it's my Pehli Rasoi today. What do I do?"

Tara just laughed and said, "Oh, so it's your cooking test today, huh? Good luck with that, haha."

Anayra was getting annoyed, "Stop making fun of me, you know I can't cook."

Tara was relentless, "Girl, every time you cook, you set the kitchen on fire."