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Everyone sat at the dinner table, as I put the shrikhand in the bowls placed on the tray. I have always loved this sweet dish, especially when my mother used to make it. I had learnt it from her.
Fixing my saree and my hair, I carefully picked up the tray before walking out of the kitchen. I didn't forget to thank the servants for their help.
The family members were done with the meal and were waiting for the sweet dish. Arnav was also there because maa forced him to stay back for a while, to taste my sweet dish.
Chachi sat there, smiling. I don't know what made her smile so nicely because in my presence, I never saw her even faking a smile.
Dadi didn't bother to look at my direction when everyone looked at me as I spoke, "Here's the sweet dish. It's called shrikhand. I hope it matches with everyone's taste", my tone remained low and soft.
I placed the bowls infront of everyone before I stood aside for everyone's reaction. I made it neither too sweet nor too blunt. It should match with everyone's taste. For the elders it's a little less sweet than for the children of the house.
No one was speaking, but simply ate without any expression.
"Yeh kya hai beta?", asked dada ji all of a sudden looking up at me, pointing at the bowl.
(What is this dear)
I replied nervously, "Why dada ji? I'm sorry but did I make some mistake?"
"Dear, you made a grave mistake", he replied blankly. "It has the perfect amount of sweetness and the creamy texture is awesome. You made my day. Come here."
He spoke at last with a smile. I had almost had a cardiac arrest because of the fear of disappointing him. He moved his hand to and fro calling me near him.
I was scared for a minute thinking I disappointed him but his complement lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.
I approached him with a smile before standing near him, as he sat on the head of the family's chair.
"This is the shagun", he spoke handing me a long red velvet box.
"What's this dada ji?", I asked looking down at the box in my hands.
"It's a gift for your delicious Shrikhand", he replied with a smile.
I smiled back and stood aside when maa spoke, "Anika beta, come to our room after breakfast. I'll give you the gift there for your delicious dessert. I couldn't bring it here with me."
I nodded with a smile, "Ji maa."
Complements filled the breakfast table as everyone ate with content.
Maybe it's natural that even though you hate the person, as a wife, she'd somewhere want her husband to say even a sweet word atleast. My loathing isn't too deep to not want to hear even a small compliment from the person I married.
