The Birla siblings 💕

akshu aaru 🥺

In the Birla household, the sun was high, casting a warm glow through the kitchen windows. The aroma of a delicious lunch-palak curry with steaming rotis-wafted through the house, filling the rooms with its rich, earthy fragrance. The family was gathered around the dining table, chatting and enjoying the meal.

Aarohi, who was a few months into her pregnancy, was seated at the table, trying to maintain a composed demeanor. However, the smell of the palak curry was too strong for her sensitive stomach. She felt a wave of nausea rise and before she could excuse herself, she stood up abruptly, clutching her abdomen.

Neil, who was seated next to her, noticed her discomfort. His face immediately filled with concern. Without a word, he followed Aarohi as she rushed towards the kitchen. As she stumbled into the kitchen, her hand over her mouth, she began to vomit. Neil reached her side, his expression full of worry, and gently guided her to a nearby chair.

"Hey, it's okay," Neil said softly, his voice full of concern as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Take deep breaths. You're going to be alright."

Aarohi took a few moments to regain her composure, her face flushed but grateful for Neil's support. Manjari, who had noticed the commotion and followed them, entered the kitchen. Her motherly instincts kicked in as she approached her daughter with a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Aarohi, it's normal to feel this way during pregnancy," Manjari said reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll make something special for you to help you feel better."

Aarohi managed a weak smile, her eyes reflecting her appreciation. "Maa, I'm really craving chocolate kachoris," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "And they have to be made by Akshu. Her kachoris are the only ones that can cheer me up."

Akshu, who had been listening from the doorway, stepped in with a warm smile. She had always been close to Aarohi, and hearing her sister's request filled her with a sense of purpose. "Chocolate kachoris, huh?" she said, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "I'll get started on them right away. Just wait a bit."

As Akshu moved to the kitchen counter, she began to gather the ingredients with practiced ease. The sight of her preparing the kachoris brought a sense of comfort to Aarohi. Neil remained by her side, occasionally checking in to ensure she was okay.

While Akshu worked her magic, Manjari prepared a light, soothing herbal tea for Aarohi. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of Akshu's cooking-the gentle sizzle of the oil, the rustling of dough, and the comforting aroma of chocolate and spices blending together.

After some time, Akshu emerged from the kitchen with a plate of golden-brown chocolate kachoris. The sweet smell of chocolate mixed with the crispy, flaky texture of the kachoris created an irresistible aroma. Akshu carefully placed the plate in front of Aarohi, her smile warm and genuine. "Here you go, Aarohi. Freshly made just for you."

Aarohi's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she took the first bite. The kachori's sweet, chocolatey filling was just as comforting as she had hoped. She looked at Akshu, her heart full. "Thank you so much, Akshu. These are perfect. I feel so much better now."

Akshu, her eyes twinkling with happiness, replied, "Anything for you, Aarohi. I'm glad you're feeling better."

As Aarohi savored the kachoris, the tension in the kitchen seemed to melt away. The family gathered around, sharing smiles and laughter, enjoying the moment of togetherness. The simple act of making and sharing a special treat had brought them closer, reminding them of the strength and warmth of their bond.

In that cozy kitchen, amidst the laughter and the comforting smells, Aarohi felt a renewed sense of hope and love, knowing she had the support of her family through every challenge.