UNDYING DEVOTION

CHAPTER 30 | What The Hell Just Happened?

Author's POV:

As the morning sun bathed the kitchen in a golden glow, Raghbir shuffled in. He had finally decided to  prepare a traditional Indian breakfast for his girlfriend—Meera—despite his less-than-stellar culinary skills.

With a hopeful gleam in his eye, Raghbir reached for his phone, trying to find the perfect recipe. Fingers trembling slightly, he navigates to YouTube and searches for "authentic Indian breakfast recipes."

He scrolled through videos one after one.

'Aloo Paratha : Easy & Delicious Indian Breakfast'

'Start your day with a healthy breakfast : know how to make Poha'

'Idli recipe'

'How to make Veg Upma'

Even thought all of them looked mouthwatering, eventually, Raghbir settled on one titled "How to make Veg Upma."

Aaloo Paratha seemed hard. Let's settle for the easier ones, Meera will understand. He reassured himself, and got to work.

Raghbir took a screenshot of the description of the YouTube video, where the chef had written down the required ingredients.

Taking the apron from the slab, he put it on and tied it behind.

'Get to work, Raghbir!'

Whispering God's name, he put the pan on the oven.

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Undeterred by his lack of cooking prowess, Raghbir gathered the ingredients.

Shoot!

He had forgotten the next step. He quickly wiped his hands and swiped his phone unlock. He lowered the flame of the oven and Replayed the video. Skipping it to the needed part, he sighed in relief as he learnt how to do the remaining parts.

He decided not to keep the phone away. Therefore, instead of locking the phone this time, he just paused the video, put the speed to 0.75x and resumed.

Despite his best efforts, Raghbir's creation bore little resemblance to the picture-perfect food in the video. They seemed unevenly cooked. And his doubt confirmed when he tasted a little.

Khana hai ya Kuchh aur?

He cursed himself under his breath.

'It's the thought that counts Raghbir! ", HE muttered to himself.

Sighing he, grinned triumphantly. He glanced at the clock.

8:30

It took him one and a half hour to cook a single dish. For breakfast!

Duh!!

He never knew cooking could be such a hard task to do until he stepped inside the kitchen. He mentally noted to thank his mother for all the time she has cooked.

Such a torture!

He went towards the coffee machine and prepared two cups of coffee. One for himself, and another for Meera. Ofcourse!

If it wasn't for Meera, he wouldn't have entered the kitchen at 7 of the morning, leaving his precious sleep.

His thoughts were interrupted by Meera's angelic morning voice. "Good morning! What are you doing?"

"Good morning!" Raghbir walked towards her with a smile. "I hope you slept well."

She nodded, peeking over his shoulder to look at the plates.

"You have prepared breakfast?", Meera beamed.

He nodded, a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Yes. I —uh—I just tried okay!! Dont laugh"

Meera chuckled hearing him.

"Thank you very much. Now, as you've prepared the breakfast, let me set the table"

She walked towards the counter where the plates were kept, but he beat her to it.

"No!!! Why would you do that?", he said almost too immediately

Meera looked at him dumbfounded. What's wrong?

"Arey! Tumne suna nehi kya? Atithi Devo Bhava!"

Meera laughed at his talks.

He is crazy!

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Raghbir maneuvered his car through the busy streets, while fhe soft strains of a soothing Bollywood song played in the background . He glanced over at Meera, her brow furrowed in thought.

"What should we take as a gift for the Christmas party?" Raghbir asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Meera's frown deepened, her gaze drifting out the window. "I have thought of something, what will you take?"

Raghbir's brow creased in confusion. "Aren't we taking a single gift?"

"We aren't public yet, Raghbir," Meera replied firmly, her tone tinged with a hint of exasperation. "I already told you, I want to keep it private."

Raghbir's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "But Ishika is a close friend—"

Meera cut him off with a sharp shake of her head. "Oh please, Raghbir. Let's not discuss this again. I'm not yet ready to make it public."

Raghbir stole glances at Meera, his heart heavy at the constant denial of Meera.

Why can't she just tell Ishika? Isn't she her 'bestfriend'?

Meera had been hiding their relationship like it was a crime. But was it, really? Did she really regret getting into a relationship with him?

His thoughts were broken with the screech of Meera.

"Stop-stop the car!!", she exclaimed

"What happened?", Raghbir inquired.

They haven't reached her home yet. Even thought it will be a five minutes walk from here.

"Shekhar is coming at my place, if he sees us together, he will assume things"

Assume?? What was there to assume??

Are we not girlfriend-boyfriend already?

Raghbir thought. He closed his eyes in frustration.

Unlocking the car door, Meera got down.

"Bye Raghbir!!", She flashed a smile.

"Goodbye!!", Raghbir shouted. Trying to show that he was angry.

So that at least, she will talk to him, and they will vent out the anger right away.

But she just left!!

Leaving him dumbfounded!!

What the hell just happened??

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