OH OVERWHELMING LOVE!

✨CHAPTER 26✨

"Let's start seeing people for who they are. It saves you from a lot of disappointment..........................."

It wasn’t raining, but the sky was an ominous shade of grey, heavy with the promise of rain. Outside, water had pooled on the roads, forming small lakes that rippled with every passing vehicle.

Shubhita took a deep breath as she emerged from the bathroom, the rain having ceased but leaving behind pools of water on the roads. With a mix of resignation and irritation, she headed to the kitchen. She’d hoped that a cup of tea would ease her discomfort and improve her mood.

However, when she opened the refrigerator, she couldn’t find the container of milk, she sighed. It had been lying out on the kitchen counter. Her Aunt Flow’s unexpected arrival had thrown her into disarray yester night, and in the midst of managing the crimson tides, she had completely forgotten about the milk she’d left out overnight.

The unwelcome smell kind of confirmed her fears.

Her groggy brain struggled to wake up fully as she approached the counter, where the milk had been left unattended. She eyed the container warily and reached for a spoon, hoping that perhaps the cooler temperature of the night might have spared it. But as soon as the spoon touched the milk, the sour smell hit her like a slap in the face. It had curdled into a lumpy, unappetizing mess.

She tasted it, and confirmed that it was definitely beyond saving. “Just perfect,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose.

She grumbled under her breath, trudging to the inner room where she was greeted by an unexpected sight—Vatsal, broom in hand, diligently sweeping the floor. The image was so out of place that she had to stifle a laugh. Vatsal, who had always seemed to be perpetually surrounded by his own clutter, was now busily engaged in household chores. It was like seeing a cat attempt to do calculus—strange and oddly amusing.

She thought back to how he used to live alone before she moved in. His apartment had been a testament to his bachelorhood—clothes strewn about, dishes piled up, and an overall sense of organized chaos. But now, here he was, sweeping with surprising dedication. It made her wonder if her presence had somehow made him more negligent, or if he was just responding to the fact that she had taken over many of the household tasks. Not that she minded doing them herself; it was easier than constantly explaining what needed to be done. She preferred to handle things her way, quickly and efficiently, rather than deal with the slow process of teaching. “I must’ve made him lazy,” she mused, still amused. “And to think, I used to think he was just a lost cause.”

Seeing him so engaged in this rare display of domesticity made her heart flutter with a mix of annoyance and warmth. It was bizarre how he could switch between being a frustratingly clueless partner and someone who was unexpectedly considerate. It was as if he had a knack for being both infuriating and endearing in equal measure.

She cleared her throat and tried to keep her voice detached as she reported, “The milk turned bad. It’s all sour.”

Vatsal glanced up from his sweeping and noticed her, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He wondered if she was bringing up the sour milk to point out that he had also forgotten about it or if she was just trying to find a way to communicate with him.

His face a picture of confusion. “So?” he asked, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation.

Shubhita’s eyes widened, her frustration barely contained. “Seriously? You’re just going to ask ‘so’?” She folded her arms. “I need you to go to the dairy down the road and get some fresh milk. I want a cup of tea.”