[Sequel of Rang Jo Lagyo: The Colours of Love; can be read as a standalone]
Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them?
When she has learned th...
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I squealed internally when he agreed to stay. But then realisation set in that I haven't made anything and slapped my forehead.
Who invites someone for dinner without having the food ready?
"Saanjh," I said, and he moved his eyes up from Dia to me. "You'd have to wait for some time. I haven't cooked anything yet."
"I'll have puri didi," Ved said.
"Puri for dinner? Seriously Ved? What has Suhana massi been feeding you?" I said laughingly but obviously I won't deny his request. I rushed into the kitchen without wasting another second and began taking out all the dishes and vegetables needed for me to cook.
"Let me help you," I heard his voice. He came and stood next to me by the counter.
"You're my guest today. So I'll make everything and you just sit there and relax," I said hurriedly throwing all the vegetables into the sink and letting the water run on them.
"How would you make food for all of us in such a short time?" he spoke but I shook my head.
"You prepared breakfast for me the other day all by yourself so I wi—" I began speaking when he pulled on my arm making me face him and my sentence remained unfinished.
"Saa—" before I could say anything further, he placed his index finger on my lips, and I forgot that I needed to exhale.
"Has anyone told you that you are really stubborn?" He asked nearing my face keeping his finger on my lips. I nodded looking into his dark eyes still not releasing my breath. "Mumma," I said against his finger, and he chuckled.
"Now stay quiet and let me help you hm?" He asserted and I nodded feeling captured by his words and actions. He moved away and I finally let my breath out.
"Where's olive oil?" He asked and I pointed at the cupboard where it was placed. I passed him potatoes and onions that I had washed, and he began chopping them. He was done within minutes as I kept gawking him do it. Using the back of the knife, he slid all the vegetable off the chopping board into the oil. He took the spatula and began stirring them.
"I said I will help you not make all of it by myself," he said keeping his focus on moving the vegetables around in the pot.
"Oh yes yeah sorry," I said moving my eyes away from him and putting another pot on the stove. Filling it up with the oil, I began frying puri in it. Some time passed as we busied ourselves in cooking.
"We want food. We want food," I heard kids yelling from the living room and banging on the table which panicked me a bit.
"Oh no the kids are hungry," I said rushing with the movement of my hands. As I was hurrying to take out another puri out of the hot oil, I knocked the pot with my elbow which made it splash and some of it landed on my hand.
