INNOCENCE : An Innocent Lovestory

Chapter : 6

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It was early in the morning, and the first light of dawn was beginning to seep through the curtains of the room. Ananya stirred in her sleep. As per her habit of being an early bird, her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft golden hues of the rising sun. She found herself embraced by Rihaan, his arms securely wrapped around her.

Ananya looked at Rihaan's peaceful and still face with softened eyes, a gentle smile forming on her lips. He looked so serene and innocent, like a child lost in his dreams. She carefully got out of his embrace, making sure not to disturb his sweet sleep. His arms fell to his side, and he murmured something unintelligible, his lips curving into a small smile as if he could still feel her presence.

Quietly, Ananya got up and walked to the wardrobe, choosing a simple yet beautiful baby pink saree. As she draped it around herself, she looked in the mirror and couldn't help but notice how serene and beautiful she looked. The saree complemented her perfectly, making her look like an angel. Satisfied, she gave Rihaan one last glance and walked out of the room quietly, careful not to make any noise that might wake him.

She made her way to the kitchen, the soft patter of her feet barely audible on the cold marble floor. As she entered, she saw Mrs. Mehra making herself a coffee. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

"Good morning, Aunty," Ananya greeted her with a warm smile.

Mrs. Mehra looked up from her cup, her eyes twinkling with mock anger. "Don't call me Aunty, call me Mom," she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Ananya had a sad glint in her eyes. It was a term she had longed to use, but circumstances had always prevented it. Now, looking at Mrs. Mehra's face, which radiated motherly care, Ananya felt a warmth spreading through her heart. She gave a small smile and said, "Yes, m...mom."

Mrs. Mehra's face lit up with a huge grin. "That's better," she said, setting her coffee cup down. "So, ready for your first rasoi? What are you going to make for breakfast?"

Ananya's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes, I'd love to. I'll make an authentic breakfast."

Mrs. Mehra's face was adorned with excitement. "Of course, whatever you wish!"

Ananya smiled and nodded, rolling up her sleeves. She began gathering the ingredients, her mind buzzing with the recipes she had learned from her grandmother. As she started cooking, the kitchen was filled with the sound of chopping vegetables, the sizzle of spices in hot oil, and the rich, mouth-watering aromas of traditional authentic dishes.

Just as she was nearly done, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Mrs. Mehra standing there with a curious look on her face.

"Yes, Mom, do you need help?" Ananya asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

Mrs. Mehra nodded. "Can you wake up Rihaan?"

Ananya hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. She wasn't sure how Rihaan would react to being woken up. But she nodded, trusting that she could handle it. "Sure," she said and left the kitchen, making her way back to their room.

Entering the room, she saw her husband hugging a pillow, his face buried in it. He looked so cute and vulnerable that she couldn't help but smile. She walked beside the bed and called out softly, "Rihaan, wake up."

Rihaan turned away in his sleepiness and muttered, "Five more minutes, Mom."

Ananya's smile widened, and she shook his body softly. "Rihaan, it's time to get up."