Yours insanely

61.Metanoia

"I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you," Shubman heard Ishan before he even entered the kitchen, and then found him talking to the potato in his hand.

"You can do better than that, Ishu," he said, standing beside you. "Why are you confessing to a potato?"

"I've never seen such a beautiful potato, Shubi," the older one held the potato up.

Shubman sat on the high rise chair beside you, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your cheek.

Usually, this would earn a slightly flabbergasted reaction from his best friend.

"No woes about single life anymore?" He asked teasingly and Ishan shook his head as a no.

"I have a potato now," he answered.

"What're you both making?" Shubman looked at his sister who was standing on the other side of the kitchen island.

"French fries," Ishan answered, going on to peel the potato.

"It just won't be the same, Ishu," Shahneel argued. "We should just make aligot."

Though this was not as severe as when he ate the post-New Year's ice cream cake without her, Ishan knew to back off.

Neither of the siblings is easy to calm down once they get mad.

"We can also make vodka from potatoes," you chipped in. "You know, by distilling liquid from fermented cereal grains and potatoes."

"Speaking of vodka, I haven't had a drink in a long time," Shahneel placed the potato back on the marble counter.

"Me neither," you added, leaning towards Shubman.

He hoped you didn't catch a whiff of blood from his blazer. He just returned from the basement for a very late lunch.

"Shall we have a drink after shopping?" His sister asked.

"We're going shopping?" You asked back at the new information you've been provided with.

"Di, it was going to surprise," he looked at her, unimpressed.

"Oh, please. You would've told her within the first bite of your lunch," she muttered before giving up on another potato.

No one needed to be food poisoned today.

One of the kitchen staff came forward, holding a glass of wine and a plate of boiled vegetables with grilled lamb and chicken, placing them in front of Shubman.

Wine may not directly address the source of stress, but it lowers the feeling at some level.

A particular sibling duo has started to put on a show, and he can't rest or be at peace till they're annihilated.

This is about you. He can't afford to be careless.

Shubman held a piece of vegetable near your mouth and you looked at it rather disgustedly.

"No," you said and looked away. "They don't taste good."

"They're healthy," he reasoned.

"Not convincing enough," you covered your mouth with your palm.

"How about stir fry?" Shubman kissed the back of the hand that was over your lips.

"I could try," you mumbled as he started to eat his lunch.

Like said, your health will always be his priority.

If you have an aversion to vegetables, he'll make sure that you ate them in other ways you preferred.