Sacred Vows-dil Se Bandhi Ek Dor

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Ahana

The moment I opened the door he was on my face like if for another moment I hadn't opened the door he would have broken it.

He was glaring at me like it was your fault if someone knocked on someone's door early in the morning for god knows what and if they are late to open the door you just glare at them.

"What are you doing here?" my voice gruff after all the crying

"That's a pretty good question you asked, after not picking up the call a thousand times and taking a year to open the door" The audacity of his sarcasm.

"You..."

"Bhai, stop being sarcastic" Aryan whom I didn't notice before said

"Yeah whatever," he said, moved me aside, and came inside my house like it was his which is logically true since his company is paying for it but still...

"See, I am not in the mood to talk, so can you guys please leave?" I requested politely.

"Who said anything about you talking?" Mr. Ahaan replied sarcastically

"Then why are you guys here, to have breakfast with me?" Since we are playing sarcasm here

"Saat crore..." Aryan tried to imitate Amitabh Bachchan and failed badly

I smiled at his attempt. When I looked back at them, I saw the parcel from Madras Cafe bag in his hand.

"Are you serious? You are here to have breakfast." My eyes widened, and it dawned upon me that this was the first time someone had done something like that for me other than my Mumma.

"Of course, the way you ran after the dance we thought something happened, and then in the morning when I tried to call you, you didn't pick up, so we drove to see if you were okay or not, and then Bhai suggested bringing some breakfast, you might be hungry or something," he said the last part pointing towards his brother who just ignored him and replied nonchalantly, "I said no such things"

"Of course, you didn't, Bhai" Aryan smirked

"Anyway, let's dig into it before it gets cold. I am famished and this south Indian breakfast smells delicious. I hope you like South Indian, because I love it" Aryan rambled following me inside the kitchen.

"I love South Indian, my mother used to cook it for me" Just thinking about her makes me feel like crying.

"Used to?"

"Yeah, she is no more."

"I am sorry" Aryan patted my shoulder

"It's OK."

There was a moment of silence which I didn't like. "Anyway, why were you calling me early in the morning?"

"Ohh, about that, our Dadi wanted to invite you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, whichever is suitable for you" Aryan went to the kitchen to put the parcel.

"Your Dadi"

"Yeah, she is a sweet lady who wants to meet a sweet girl." Aryan winked at me.

All this while Ahaan was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone pretending, he was not paying attention.

I put everything on the plate and Aryan helped me with it while he kept talking. He is definitely a chatterbox opposite his brother's silent box.

"Here" I offered him the plate with Uthappam, Idli, and Vada with Coconut Chutney and Sambar.

He looked at me and then at the plate like he was not the one who brought the food. "I didn't mix anything in it, I swear" he took the plate from my hand and I swear I saw a mischievous smile on his face.