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Today, Atharva and I are heading to the village where that woman lives.
Maa and Baba Sa were saying they would come to drop us off, but Atharva and I refused. We didn’t want to trouble them.
As soon as we stepped out of the car into the village, Atharva looked at me and said, "I’m sorry, I made the decision without asking you, and now you have to suffer because of me."
I smiled at him lovingly and replied, "Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m your life partner, and it’s my duty to support you. And before that, I’m also Rani Sa, so it’s my duty towards them as well."
Atharva raised an eyebrow and said, "Before me?"
I smirked and teased, "Yes, of course! Before you. Did I say something wrong?"
He shook his head and smiled at me. Then we noticed a man approaching us, taking the bag from Atharva's hand, and said, "Khamma Ghani, Raja Sa and Rani Sa."
"Ghani Khamma, Kaka," we both greeted him in unison, and the man smiled again, saying, "Let me take you to where you'll be staying."
We nodded and followed him to the place where we would be staying. As soon as we arrived, we saw a small house that was very beautiful and looked recently renovated.
I was looking around, taking everything in, when Atharva held my wrist and said, "Ruhi, there’s no fridge or AC here. Will you be okay with that? If you have any problems, just let me know."
I smiled, stood in front of him, cupped his cheeks in my hands, and said, "Don’t worry! I’ll adjust just fine. You don’t need to worry about me, understood?"
He nodded, and I removed my hands from his cheeks. We started decorating the house after adjusting our clothes a little bit.
While working, I didn’t realize when it started getting dark. Atharva then said, "Ruhi, come on, we have to cook food on the stove (chulaa). Hurry up, otherwise it’ll be too dark to see anything properly."
I nodded. When we went outside, we saw that someone had already gathered a lot of wood. Atharva arranged the wood in the stove and lit the fire.
I was trying to cook, but I kept burning the chapatis, and Atharva couldn’t stop laughing.
"Don’t laugh! I don’t cook like this every day!" I protested.
He took the rolling pin from my hand and said while adding more wood to the stove, "I’ll do the cooking. You just watch from a distance."
