Love Uncharted : Unknown Territories Of Love

CHAPTER 17

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3rd person's pov :

The sun had just risen, and so had Mishika. Her hands rubbed her eyelids to open her eyes. Perhaps she wanted to go back into hibernation. Sleep was not a requirement but rather her hobby. She rubbed her arms and forced herself to wake up. Her back pain was a constant reminder of the previous night, and so were the tingles within her frame. Her eyes gazed at the one sleeping soundly beside her.

Why does he have such pretty eyes? If only I could snatch them, thought her slightly jealous mind. Slowly, her frame leaned towards his head, where her lips met his forehead.

    Unknown to her, the man in sleep almost got a feeling of her touch. His hands craved for her softness, but his mind was too lazy for some action.

She gazed at her reflection, hot pink kurti with round flare reached her thighs, and beautiful plazo adorned her short legs.

Which not so intelligent men said that only long legs look classy?

Hoga koi father of nonsense stereotype (Maybe someone who was a father of nonsense stereotype).

Her mind was like those commentators in a cricket match. While her hands were busy with her frizzy long locks.

Why do they always show women with long silky bouncy hairs in advertisements?

After a long 5-minute mind discussion, the cells of her united and came to a conclusion that today was definitely not the day when her hair could be kept free.

Imprisoning her soft longs in a low pony, she secured them with a pink scrunchie, while both sides of her cheeks were framed with her baby hairs.

No, there was nothing special about this day. Women have mood swings. Who said they dress up themselves only for stealing compliments? Sometimes they just want to pamper themselves, and they should.

Busy in her own world, she didn't notice the big brown orbs gazing at her, which had been busy sleeping moments ago.

"You look happy today," his sudden, sleepy voice made her shiver.

"Relax, it's me. Why do you get scare?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. This wasn't the first time.

"I don't fear anyone. It's just natural," she replied, her voice steady. "I mean, there's silence, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a sound comes; it's an involuntary movement."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm. Is there anything special today?" He mentally scanned the calendar, checking her birthdate and all other important dates. Am I forgetting something? he wondered, but got no answer.

"No, it's nothing," she said, her tone indifferent. "Today, Maa will go back," she added, as if thinking aloud. He sensed a hint of sadness in her voice. "I wish she could have stayed a few more days," she said, his face blank, but his mind wondering if she was genuine.

"Why? I mean, she mocks you, and you hate socializing," he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"That's true," she acknowledged, "but I like her company." Ekansh wondered if she was serious. If so, how could she enjoy her mother's company when they seemed so different?

"You like Maa's company?" he asked, his skepticism evident.

"Yes," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "All mothers are like this only. Sometimes she may taunt me, but no one's perfect. At her age, it's a common thing. Our eras are different, and so are our perspectives. Having differences doesn't make you hate or like a person. I'll feel lonely alone," she explained, her voice sincere.

This was unexpected. Whatever she said was true. Her eyes were a mirror to her heart, reflecting her genuine feelings. She was a puzzle, and now he had found another piece. He felt a sense of admiration for her ability to see beyond their differences and appreciate her mother's company.

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Mishti was busy in the kitchen, her art of cooking filling the air with aromas. As soon as her mother-in-law, Suhasini, entered, she bombarded her with questions.

"Oh my god, what is this, Mishti?"

Mishti replied, "I thought I should make something for you, so..." For a moment, Suhasini's eyes showed an unknown emotion, which went unnoticed. However, Mishti's thoughtful gesture melted her heart like butter.

The kitchen was filled with an array of dishes - khandvi, patra, stuffed paranthas, and masala chai. As Mishti shaped laddus, Suhasini's eyes kept jumping from one dish to another. "These laddus?" she asked.

Mishti replied, "These are sugar-free and healthy, so I'm packing some for you and Papa. Also, some homemade snacks for the rest."

The gesture stirred Suhasini's heart. In just a few days, Mishti had won over many of her emotions.

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  Ekansh was all ready and he headed to the breakfast table, his fingers busy typing on his mobile screen. As he entered the room, his eyes were met with a chaotic scene and his ears were filled with loud chattering. He stopped in his tracks, wondering, "What was going on?"

* khandvi (yellow rolls made of besan and buttermilk) and patra (made of leaves coated with besan) are famous gujarati snacks.

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