(this book is under going editing but you can still read it)
Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 1...
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INAYAT POV: -
A month has passed since I got engaged to Veer. Every now and then, Maa and Papa video call me, their voices filled with curiosity about how things are progressing between Veer and me. Dadu, on the other hand, is more interested in our wedding plans, a topic I haven't given much thought to yet.
Meanwhile, Neha has embarked on a new journey, moving to Bangalore for a promising modeling assignment. Aisha and I manage to catch up mostly on Saturday evenings, given her demanding professional commitments. As for me, I find solace in the rhythm of the dance studio, visiting twice a week to create content with Aman.
Veer and I? We're in a beautiful phase of our relationship. He never fails to bring me flowers when he returns from work, a small gesture that speaks volumes about his affection. Our Sundays are reserved for dates, sometimes spiced up with exhilarating bike rides. He's incredibly considerate, insisting that I leave the house cleaning to Maya Aunty who comes every Saturday for a thorough cleanup. His patience and caring nature never cease to amaze me.
As I sit in the lobby, scrolling aimlessly through Netflix, I realize that nothing catches my interest. A glance at the clock shows it's 1 pm. An idea suddenly pops into my mind. Why not surprise Veer, Mahir Bhai, and Papa with a homemade lunch? The thought of their delighted faces brings a smile to my face. Little do they know, a special treat is on its way!
I'm all in, kitchen's my playground now. Chopping, stirring, throwing in spices like I'm the star of my own cooking show. The smell? Oh, it's like a warm hug – turmeric, garam masala, and onions doing a little dance in hot ghee.
That biryani bubbling away, getting all cozy with the spices. Rotis are fluffing up like little pillows on the tawa, begging for a brush of ghee. And the raita? It's chilling on the counter, dotted with those tiny boondi pearls.
Everything I made today is almost Veer's favorite. I can almost hear Veer's satisfied sighs already.
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