His Unwilling Bride | COMPLETED ✓

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RABYA

“Anything would be okay.” I said to the cook.

She shook her head. “Saheb, gave clear instructions that the food should be cooked of your choice.”

“Oh.”

I tried to think of something that I can tell her to cook but nothing came to my mind. It made me realise that I haven't thought much about what to eat or not. I was never the picky eater. I liked anything that I had for meals. There's no particular preference of mine. Anything that my mother made for me, I liked it. I even never complained about the food of  hostel's mess. I had bigger things to worry about like topping the class so that I can get a decent placement and take my mother to hospital for her treatment of to sponsor my sister's education.

When you're in poverty, you don't care about what you get to eat rather you be grateful that you get to eat.

“I'll be back in a minute.” I whispered and rushed back to the room.

“Uh, Adhrit.” I called out his name from the room.

He was in the bathroom. I heard the sound of clicking of metal as the shower turns off. I waited impatiently for him to come out. I took a step back when he opened the door and he came out only in the towel wrapped around his hips. I quickly shifted my eyes to the other side feeling awkward.

Through my periphery, I found him wearing the Kurta in hurry as if it was same from him. He was awkward too.

“Yes, tell me.” He replied, drying his wet hair with the towel.

“I-I don't know what to tell.”

“Eh?”

“I mean I don't know what to tell the cook.” I replied.

“Whatever you feel like eating.” He said.

I shook my head. “What's your favourite food?”

“Rabya, what's wrong?” He asked, gently.

“I—I....” Debating wheather to tell him or not, I waited for couple of seconds.

“Even if you don't feel like eating, you should. The doctor said that—”

“It's not that.” I spoke in middle.

“Then?”

“I really don't know what to tell the cook.” I looked up at him and found him confused. “It didn't occur to me before that I've to decide exactly what I'm going to have for meals. I mean, I can eat anything, I've no sort of special preference. I can ask the cook to make regular food that I had back at home but then I don't know much about your place. The food served on your dinning is different — there are multiple dishes and...I don't know if any of this is making sense to you or not but—”

“Tell her to cook the regular menu.” He said.

I nodded and quickly went to the kitchen.

When it was lunch time, I served the food to Adhrit and feeling all the eyes upon me, I told him that I'll eat after him.

“Sit down.” He demanded loud enough for all the servents to hear. I realised he did it purposely so that everyone will think that it's him who's forcing me to sit on the table and have food with him.