Truthfully Yours

Chapter 62

Cooking is; was and will always be my favourite task to do for my loved ones. It is simply how I share my love. But today, I want the food to be more special and delicious than every other day.

It's been a week since I'd last seen my wife and my son. We spoke a few times in calls but it was for some formalities only. It wasn't like before. It wasn't carefree or loving. It was just passing information about their howabouts.

But I'm glad that they were staying in Anuj's house. Sister Sharda could help her with knowledge of how to take care of newborn baby with ultimate nourishment. I spoke to her in her hospital and she also taught me how to take care of newmother too.

Today, they're returning back home. Our home. It wasn't home without them and my little Vansh.

I heard a noise from outside the kitchen.

"DAMN RAGHU! CAN'T YOU BE CAREFUL?"

"SORRY VIR!! IT SLIPPED!" He yelled back from the hall. I huffed as I sautéed chopped onions.

My thoughts was taken over by my wife as I worked with food mindlessly. Her words still sometime prick my heart like some sharp needle. But how can I blame a young girl, who'd been through pregnancy just now and got to know that her husband played a drama for two years.

She has all right to be angry over me; to punish me with anything but leaving the roof we live will kill me. I feel suffocated with the amount if space she left me with.

I only pray that she don't leave me after the dinner.

"YAAR VIR! I'LL GO, BUY SOME CHOCOLATES?" Raghu asked while opening the maindoor and shut it behind after I said 'no'. He left. I sighed knowing his habit of doing exactly opposite of what I'll ask him to.

Chocolates after dinner? He's definitely spoiling Vansh to get revenge done on me.

I finished the cooking and placed the food on the dining table where I've arranged a big feast for today. I closed them all with a lid before even I let myself to smell the aroma. It's wholly done for the people we've invited over.

I tilted my neck and my back to relieve the pain it caused to cook these much food. Alone. That freaking friend of mine told he'd do the cleaning and as far as I could see his work was the remote lying on the carpet, the telephone hanging down and the rug full of chips he spilt while grinding it inside his mouth.

What the fuck, Raghu? Lay your fingers over the food and I'll mince them off.

As if his spoiling of the dinner hadn't been finished, he had gone out to buy chocolates? If it wasn't for his broken heart, I'd have broke his bones already.

I walked to the rug and pulled them out to dust off the chips and continued to clean the whole house before taking a long shower to clear my physical and mental exhaustion.

I wore the shirt, I bought for our wedding. It was deep red matching her wedding saree. I smiled reminiscing her blushing face. Today's dinner was special as it was planned to celebrate the arrival of my charm, my son. He's really special.

I smiled looking down as I wore a black casual suit before hearing my son's whine.

What..

I froze at my actions with my eyes fixed down. I heard them again. My head shot up to look at the mirror and the reflection. My eyes were fixed on the ones standing behind me. My wife, standing behind while rocking my son in her arms. She was smiling at me as her eyes twinkled with happiness. The happiness which I always wanted to see on her face.