'I don't need saving. I am the hero of my own story, and villains beware, because this story ends with me standing.' She said.
'I don't need luck. Luck implies uncertainty. I make my own fate', ONLY motto he lived by.
reality that made him this way...
Back to chapter guys.. being mia explained in the end and few more pointers so do read it and this is serious...
Raghuvanshi Mansion:
The Raghuvanshi mansion was abuzz with a unique blend of excitement and reverence as the day of Ishika's pehli rasoi arrived. The morning rituals had unfolded gracefully, the pooja completed with the serene chants of prayers. Ishika, draped in a traditional saree, had participated with a rare softness in her demeanor, a sharp contrast to her usual commanding presence. As the pooja concluded, Dadi turned to Ishika with a warm smile. "Ishi bacha, aapki aaj pehli rasoi hai. Aapko kuch meetha banana padega. Baaki cheeze staff handle kar legi."
But instead of simply agreeing, Ishika looked around at her family, sensing the genuine warmth and acceptance in their eyes. She knew this wasn't just about a ritual; it was her chance to connect with them on a deeper level. Summoning her courage, she smiled softly and said, "Dadi, agar aapko aitraaz na ho, main sara nashta banaana chahti hoon."
In the kitchen
Usually kitchen was bustling with staff, was now solely under Ishika's command. She started early in the morning, her focus unwavering as she set out to prepare a variety of dishes, each tailored to the preferences of her family members. She began with aloo parathas and fresh curd for her grandparents, knowing they loved a hearty and traditional start to his day. Her mumma and chachi's favorite was chole bhature and fresh fruit salad, so Ishika made sure to prepare these with extra care. For her papa, she made Aloo Puri , a dish he enjoyed for its light and satisfying qualities.Chachu, who was known for his love of traditional dishes, got idli sambhar—steamed and savory, with a side of tangy coconut chutney. Veeransh, always with a taste for something special, received masala dosa with a generous filling of spicy potato and served with both coconut chutney and sambar. Vihaan, had a preference for , so Ishika made sure to include that in the spread. For Rishi and Shivansh, she prepared a mix of pancakes and waffles, knowing they enjoyed a more contemporary breakfast.Lastly, for Rishika, she made french toast with a touch of whipped cream—something she knew would delight her.
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(Khana dekh ke muhh mein paani aa gaya yaarr... but concentrate....😂😂)
As Ishika brought out the spread, the dining table was transformed into a feast of flavors and colors, each dish reflecting her thoughtful preparation and understanding of her family's preferences.
The family gathered around, their eyes widening in delight as they saw the array of dishes. Each bite was met with murmurs of appreciation and surprise. The dishes, cooked with care and attention, were met with genuine pleasure.
Dadi was the first to speak, her eyes glistening with pride. "Ishi bacha, yeh sab toh kamaal hai. Aapne har ek ke liye kuch khaas banaya hai."Ishika, though still feeling a tinge of nervousness, accepted the praise with a humble smile. The warmth from her family's reactions was overwhelming, filling her with a deep sense of satisfaction.
