Threads of Love

36. Dance in the rain

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The next evening, Shivansh wasn't there. He had gone to attend a meeting in Bikaner. Kashi was sitting on the sofa while getting bored. " Let me make dinner for Shivansh ji." said Kashi and then went to the kitchen.

Kashi stood in the kitchen, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepared the dishes Shivansh loved. Her mind wandered to the countless memories they had shared over meals, and a small smile graced her lips. As she worked, the aromas of spices and herbs filled the air, mingling with her thoughts of Shivansh.

Just as she was about to check on the simmering curry, Kaki entered the kitchen, her brows knitted in concern. "Kashi bitiya, what are you doing here? The servants can handle the cooking. You should be resting." said Kaki.

Kashi turned to her with a warm smile. "Kaki, I want to make dinner for Shivansh ji tonight. He's been so busy, and I just want to do something special for him." said Kashi.

Kaki's expression softened as she observed the determination in Kashi's eyes. She knew how much Kashi loved Shivansh and how deeply she cared for his happiness. "You're such a thoughtful wife, Kashi bitiya. Let me help you with anything you need." said Kaki.

"Thank you, Kaki, but I want to do this on my own. It's my way of showing him how much I appreciate everything he does for me and for everyone around him." said Kashi.

Kaki nodded, understanding the sentiment behind Kashi's gesture. She stepped back, allowing Kashi to continue with her preparations, but stayed nearby, ready to assist if needed.

As the hours passed, Kashi worked tirelessly in the kitchen, preparing each dish with love and care. 

She made sure everything was perfect, from the spices to the presentation. By the time she was finished, the sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the kitchen. Kashi wiped her brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she surveyed the array of dishes she had prepared.

Meanwhile, in the village of Bikaner, Shivansh was deeply engrossed in his work. He had spent the day meeting with the villagers, discussing their needs, and planning future development projects. 

The gratitude of the villagers was evident in their eyes as they thanked him for all the efforts he was making to improve their lives.

As the day drew to a close, an elderly woman approached Shivansh, her hands folded in a gesture of respect. "Hukum sa, you've done so much for us. Please, have dinner with us. It would be an honor." said that old lady.

Shivansh hesitated for a moment, knowing that Kashi was waiting for him at home. But the sincerity in the old woman's eyes convinced him to accept the invitation. "Thank you, Maa ji. It would be my honor to dine with you all." said Shivansh.

The villagers quickly gathered around, preparing a meal for Shivansh. They served him with such warmth and generosity that he couldn't help but smile. As he sat down to eat, they brought out a variety of traditional dishes, each one made with love and care. 

Shivansh knew he wouldn't be able to eat everything, but he started slowly, savoring the flavors and appreciating the hard work that had gone into the meal.

"This is delicious." Shivansh praised, his voice full of genuine appreciation. The villagers beamed with pride at his words.

After the meal, Shivansh requested that some of the food be packed for his wife. The villagers eagerly complied, packaging the food with great care. Shivansh thanked them sincerely before heading back to the mansion.

Back at the mansion, Kashi had finished setting the table, her heart fluttering with excitement at the thought of surprising Shivansh with the dinner she had prepared. She had just lit the candles when Ritika entered the room.