Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance

shukto!!

As Arhaan walked into the living room, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Dadu was already there, looking unusually cheerful. In his hands, he held a piece of paper, which he handed to Arhaan with a broad grin.

"Good morning, Arhaan," Dadu said, barely containing his amusement. "Here’s your first set of tasks."

Arhaan took the paper, his eyes scanning the list:

1. Wear a Bengali dhoti and Panjabi.
2. Make shukto.
3. Wash clothes and dishes.

Arhaan’s jaw dropped. "What is shukto?" he asked, clearly baffled.

Mishti, who had just entered the room, overheard and replied, "It's a Bengali dish made up of vegetables."

Dadu smirked, enjoying the confusion on Arhaan's face. "Consider it a cultural experience, Arhaan."

Arhaan looked at the list again, his mind racing. "You want me to cook, wash clothes, and do the dishes?"

Dadu nodded. "Yes, and don’t forget to wear the traditional Bengali attire."

Arhaan was still processing the information when Dadu handed him a pen. "Sign here," Dadu said, pointing to a line at the bottom of the paper. "This is your agreement to complete these tasks."

Arhaan hesitated but then, with a determined look, signed the paper. "Alright, Dadu. Challenge accepted."

Dadu chuckled. "Good. To be continued, Arhaan," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He turned and walked away, leaving Arhaan standing there, clutching the list of tasks.

Mishti walked up to Arhaan, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Arhaan. I’ll help you with shukto. It’s not that hard."

Dadu, overhearing Mishti’s conversation with Arhaan, turned back sharply. "Mishti, you are not staying with Arhaan. You are coming with me. No help."

Mishti's eyes widened. "But Dadu—"

Dadu held up a hand. "No buts. He must do this on his own, just like I had to when I was young."

Arhaan looked at Mishti with a resigned smile. "It's okay, Mishti. I’ll manage."

Mishti sighed but nodded. "Alright, but if you need anything, just call me."

Arhaan watched as Mishti reluctantly followed Dadu out of the room. He took a deep breath and looked at the list again. "Alright, Arhaan, you’ve got this," he muttered to himself.

Arhaan went to his room and saw that Bengali attire was kept there.

Before changing into this attire, Arhaan texted his both friends and brother to come over Mishti's house.

Some time later, Arhaan was struggling to wear the dhoti and Panjabi. "Oh god, how to wear this? Why is this so big?"

He heard Mishti's laughing voice. "Haha! Business tycoon can't even wear a dhoti."

Arhaan saw Mishti's irritated face and asked, "Please help, Shrimati ji."

"Looks like I have to," Mishti replied.

"You know how to wear it?" Arhaan asked.

Mishti smirked and said teasingly, "I know how to both put it on and take it off."

Listening to this, Arhaan coughed, and his neck and ears turned red.

Mishti expertly wrapped the dhoti around Arhaan, teasing him all the while. "Who would have thought the great Arhaan Pratap would be so helpless with a piece of cloth?"

Arhaan grinned sheepishly. "Hey, I never claimed to be an expert in traditional attire."

Once Mishti finished, she stepped back to admire her work. "There, all done. You look quite dashing in a dhoti, I must say."