Annika chewed her lower lip nervously, as she pushed the food around on her plate. Shivaay sat beside her, on the adjacent chair at the head of the table, his food completely untouched.
She couldn't find the energy in her to raise the spoon to her lips and eat, at all.
"Would you like to have something else?" Her eyes darted to Shivaay, who had hardly talked to her, all day. He'd left the house in the morning, after having cooked breakfast for her.
He'd requested Aastha to drop by and check on Annika—— which the former had done, and reported back to him.
Then, he'd returned from work in the afternoon for a short period of time to cook for her and ensure she had lunch.
Annika had attempted to talk to him, but Shivaay had hung up on her.
Currently, the two sat in the kitchen, with him staring at her, and Annika lookeing at Shivaay who arched an eyebrow in her direction.
"What?" She blinked.
"The food," he replied in a flat tone. "Would you like me to make something else for you?"
"Oh, erm, no," she shook her head. "I'm fine. Thank you."
He looked at her pointedly. "Eat." Annika placed a spoonful of the khichdi in her mouth, a small smile appearing on her face. "What?" Shivaay frowned.
"Just that," she shrugged, pressing her hand over her mouth, as she chewed slowly. "It's unbelievable, the way you're skilled enough to turn something I usually dislike into such a delicious meal."
A corner of his lips quirked upwards, and she grinned triumphantly. Shaking his head, he forced the smile to disappear, but she could still detect the amusement and pride in the kaleidoscopic eyes she loved so reverently.
You can do it—— she thought to herself, firmly. You can placate him.
She watched as he stood up, the feet of his chair scraping against the tiled floors. He grabbed his plate of food before covering it with another and placing it inside the refrigerator.
"Finish your meal." He twisted the watch around his wrist. "And remember to have the vitamin supplements as well." She nodded. "I'm running late. I'll see you in the evening."
"Shivaay——" Annika faltered as he walked out of the kitchen and dining area. "Great," she slumped against the back of the chair and sighed. Groaning she ran a hand down her face, and dialled the familiar number.
"Annika Di?" Sahil's furrowed eyebrows and quizzical smile greeted her, as soon as he picked up the call. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she sighed. "Well," she paused, before shaking her head. "No."
"Oh?" Sahil tilted his head. "What's wrong?"
Annika chewed her lower lip, before letting go of it. "I may or may not have been skipping having proper meals." She avoided looking at Sahil who breathed in sharply. "Your Jiju is really pissed off at me——"
"He should be," Sahil frowned. "Why have you not been eating?"
Annika sighed. "I've been preoccupied, Sahil."
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