he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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SHIVANI'S POV
I am freaking out. I won't say I am particularly a bad chef because on huge occasions at my parents house, I used to be in charge of the kitchen, that was the only time they ever put me in control. But I had help there, maa did ask me if I needed help but my dumb self denied, I just don't want to trouble any of them. I asked maa what should I make and she left it totally on me, now the issue is I have never had the power to decide things so obviously when I have to take decisions I am always confused, like now.
So I am just going to make puri, aloo ki sabzi and suji ka halwa. That would be enough right. I should have asked maa when she was in the kitchen. When I woke up today, Rudraksh wasn't in the bed and to be honest, I was a little disappointed, I mean it's our first day as a married couple and I didn't even see his face. But there was a note on the side table, I opened it, it read
'I am in the gym. good morning. you look beautiful even in your sleep.' -R.
I might have re read the note too many times, embarrassing many times. His hand writing isn't very neat, it's readable though. But I have to admit how this man, I barely even know has the ability to make me blush without even being present in the same room.
I got ready hurriedly, as fast as I could, I mean I had to wear a saree and before that I had to pick which one to wear, my mother usually picked my clothes for important occasions and most of my time went in deciding what to wear. When I came down, I only found dadaji sitting on his chair, reading a paper, I went and he smiled when he saw me, greeted me and then maa walked in. And she guided me to the kitchen, it's my pehli rasoi and so she told me where everything was and that I don't have to worry at all, even if I just made bread and butter it would be fine, but obviously I can't do that. And so here I am, frying the puris. Oh it's so not easy to cook in a saree especially when it's this hot. I think I am frying myself. That was a very bad joke.
I see Aditi ji walk in, in her pyjamas and I like her a lot but at this moment I am jealous. I wish I could rome about like that but obviously I can't and I won't even if I am allowed because i would not want people to see me like that. "Pyaari bhabhi ji, you need any help?" She asks hugging me. I stiffen a bit, I am not a hugger I think or I don't know, I haven't been hugged that often.
Translation- my lovely bhabhi ji, you need any help?
"No Aditi ji. But thank you for asking." I say. "What are you making?" She asks rubbing her eyes.
"Oww, owww." I look behind to see chachi pulling Aditi ji's ear. "why don't you go and bath first." She says. "What is everyone's obsession with pulling my ear, I am going to complain to dadu." Aditi ji says, and she walks out or should I say stomp out of the kitchen. "Leave her beta, are you doing alright? You need some help?" Chachi asks me. "No, I am fine. Thank you chachi." I smile.
