Forever and Ever

9.𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬

"Will you help, or should I do all the rituals alone?" He stated, probably annoyed at the fact that I'm loafing.

"What should I do?" A dumb question escaped my mouth. Yet again, it kind-of made sense.

"Oh god Shanaya-" he shaked his head, already being done with me. It had not even been 48 hours, and he is done with me. Which made me want to, kill this idiot.

"What?" Thus once again, it slipped off my mouth. I mean, who asks 'what'? Shanaya, get a grip, and don't make a fool of yourself.

"Are you done, already?"Scrolling through my reels, I asked. Owing to the fact that this feels like forever.--Him cooking and me waiting.

"Nahi, and do not boss me around. When you're literally lazed out." I rolled my eyes, at his whining.

"And do not roll your eyes at me either." I nudge downed the urge to snap back at him. I granted him a sarcastic nod.

In contempt of, loathing him with his mere presence. I can't turn a blind eye on how his muscles flexed. When he stirred something or by virtue of chopping the vegetables professionally with all his focus.

The rhythm of time, accompanied by the cooking nostalgic presence. Alluring a moment of admiration to my disgusts towards everything.

Steering with an inkling of the main moment which every girl wishes for.

I blinked my eyes innocently at him, mentally giggling before stopping when he glared at me.

According to him, I messed up mixing the Puri dough. But all I did was add yeast in it or maybe a little more than needed.

"Oh c'mon, I did it so it would be fluffy, duh." I tried to justify my act.

"Which was very not needed, was it?" crossing his arms, he raised a brow unamused.

"Was it not? I mean, they would have come out fluffy-" before i could not make any sense of an already insensible thing, he cut me off.

"Shut up." He took long strides approaching me, leading him to stop when he was just some inches away.

He bought his hands near my cheeks, involuntarily making me take a step back.

He sarcastically smiled, clearing the confusion. "You have flour in your cheeks."

I touched my cheeks, embarrassed. Forging some more of the flour to come contract with my cheeks.

I attempted to wipe it off, which only made it worse.

Rolling his eyes, he wiped it off anyways, not caring to acquire my permission to touch me, Causing me to scoof.

"Now, if you're done with your 'I know how to cook,' let me do the job of cooking." I smiled, having no problem with that.

*****

After Isaac finished cooking, with me helping him, or maybe causing into adding more chaos, we made our way to the dining hall.

I bit my tongue anxiously, tapping my foot beneath the ground, that I won't mind if it swallows me.

Whilst reminding myself not to use 'what ifs' because they were used enough for today i guess, but then again, I can never get over 'what ifs.'

I took a quick look at everyone to see their reaction. "It's good," Aunt Amelia commented, eliciting a sigh from me followed by everyone else while I just nodded in response.

"But this Puri needs to be a little fluffy," I looked at Isaac accusingly, "and the paneer curry needs some more salt," Delilah continued, pointing out the faults and flaws.

After everyone finished eating, it was time for them to taste the kheer, which was obviously not prepared by me or Isaac but by the great cook Andrew.

No one said anything, weirdly making my mind flee, feeling insane and dumbfounded.

Bored, I opened my phone. Smirking for the moment, the pic came in view of my mind.
Which i needed to send to Andrew but i didn't, i controlled the evil laugh which was about to crack out of my mouth.

I glanced at everyone again present in the hall to find them focused on eating or either talking with each other.

Huffing, I opened insta, scrolling through reels. A gleam of sadness washed over me when I remembered how I used to view his story every morning after waking up.

Delilah cleared her throat, bringing me back to earth. "So," she took a pause before continuing, "Shanaya, where are your manners?"

I frowned, 'manners?' Holding back a laugh, this family sure is weird, no?

Not weirder than you.

She eyed my phone. "No using phones when you eat." Oh, quite particular the manners are!

I stifled a laugh. Nodding my head, I kept my phone aside. Wait, this isn't even funny?

******

Getting off the car, I looked at the big building- my workplace, to be more precise.

I work at a design firm. Being a fashion designer wasn't easy, mainly looking at the fact how my parents wanted me to be something grateful like them.

But I had my own dreams, particularly one that was quite different from being a fashion designer- I wanted to be a lawyer.

But, I couldn't do it, tho. It was just hard for me, so I gave up on it.

I made my way inside, nodding at the bodyguard as he wished me with his yellow teeth splashing.

I walked to the last corner where my seat was arranged, per my personal request. of course, I needed some of my own space to concentrate on the work of my designs.

The table was yellow with a little bit of designs scattered around. I sat on the yellow chair, keeping my purse aside.

"Good morning, Shanaya," Shreya's cheerful voice reached my ears. I have been wondering this for ages, and still didn't get my answer. How are humans this Happy early in the morning?

Saying a quick and small 'morning', I opened my laptop to ignore the upcoming conservation which a person like her can bring.

The digital sketch comes in my view, making me sigh.

'Let's get to work, shall we, Miss Shanaya? Oh wait Mrs.Shanaya Issac wilson actually'