The Forbidden Marriage

69•सप्तषष्टिः

Few days later...

The cozy kitchen of Minakshi's small café in Darjeeling was filled with warmth, laughter, and the fragrant aroma of momos steaming gently. Minakshi, dressed in a simple apron over her elegant saree, stood by the counter, deftly folding the delicate dough around the savory filling. Her face was illuminated by a soft, happy glow, her movements precise and graceful.

Sushila, her hair tied back in a practical bun, bustled around the kitchen, fetching ingredients and keeping an eye on the steamer. Her husband, a kind man with a perpetual smile, was busy mixing the dough, occasionally glancing at Minakshi with a mixture of awe and affection.

"Minakshi, really, you shouldn't be doing this," Sushila insisted for the third time, her voice a blend of concern and exasperation. "You're a Queen, You shouldn't be doing this... Let us handle the cooking."

Minakshi laughed, a light, melodic sound that filled the room with joy. "Sushila, I'm not just a Queen. I'm still the cafe cook. And I love cooking, especially with such wonderful company."

Sushila's husband nodded in agreement, though he too shared his wife's reservations. "She's right, Minakshi. You should be resting and enjoying yourself."

"I am enjoying myself," Minakshi replied, her eyes twinkling. "There's nothing more relaxing than making momos with friends."

In the café's main area, the royal family members were gathered, their presence a secret to the outside world. The café doors were firmly shut, ensuring that no curious neighbors would peek in and discover the illustrious guests. Ved and Manisha were seated at a small table, engaged in animated conversation with Kashyap and Katyayani. Laughter punctuated their discussions, the atmosphere light and convivial.

Ambika, her playful nature on full display, was teaching Damru a little dance, much to his delight. His giggles echoed through the room as he tried to keep up with his aunt's energetic moves. Ishaan, Minakshi's elder brother, looked on with a proud smile, occasionally joining in the fun and earning cheers from his family.

Katyayani glanced towards the kitchen, shaking her head with a fond smile. "I still can't believe Minakshi insisted on cooking. She's always had such a humble heart."

Kashyap nodded, his eyes crinkling with affection. "That's what makes her so special. She never forgets her roots."

Back in the kitchen, Maya entered with a tray of freshly brewed tea. "I hope everyone's thirsty!" she announced, placing the tray on the counter. She turned to Minakshi with a teasing grin. "And I see you're still not letting them take over."

Minakshi shook her head playfully. "Never. This is too much fun."

Sushila's husband chuckled. "I give up. Minakshi, you win. But only if you promise to take a break and have some coffee."

"Deal," Minakshi agreed, wiping her hands on a towel and accepting a steaming cup. She took a sip, savoring the warmth. "This is perfect."

As the momos finished steaming, Minakshi, Sushila, and her husband worked together to plate them beautifully. They carried the trays out to the main area, greeted by cheers and applause from the waiting family members.

"Look at those!" Ambika exclaimed, clapping her hands. "They look delicious!"

Damru ran up to Minakshi, his eyes wide with excitement. "Maa, can I have one?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Minakshi replied, picking him up and kissing his forehead. "But be careful, they're hot."

The family gathered around, helping themselves to the momos and complimenting Minakshi and Sushila on their culinary skills. The room buzzed with happy chatter, everyone savoring the moment.