Badmash Dil Yeh Tujhse Juda💟 Badmash Dil Meri Sune Na Zid Pe Ada🪷 Acchi Lagey Dil Ko Mere Har Teri Baat Re💗 Saaya Tera Ban Ke Chalun Itna Hai Khwaab Re🌷
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Time was running out, and the weight of the task was starting to feel heavier on both Atharva and Kasika as they stood in the royal kitchen, ready to begin their work.
Kasika's exhaustion was starting to show, her legs aching from the day's events. She looked at Atharva and said, "Ek kaam kare aap dur khade ho jaye bas" (Just stand there quietly, will you?) She knew that having him too close would only distract her from the task at hand, and she wanted to focus solely on preparing the offering.
Atharva, sensing her need for space and understanding her tiredness, nodded and silently took a few steps back. He knew that she needed a few moments to recompose herself, and he respected her request
.He replied, his tone a mix of concern and affection. "Titli ache wali suji lena (We'll use the good quality semolina, right?)"
She acknowledged his words with a small nod, appreciating his support. She knew that the rajbhog ceremony demanded the best ingredients, and nothing was going to compromise the quality of the offering.
He asked again, this time his voice filled with eagerness to help. "Titli mai madad kardu? (Can I help you, little one?")
Kasika replied firmly, her hands never stopping their work on the halwa. "No, no, I'm fine," she insisted, her focus entirely on the task at hand. She didn't want any distractions while making the halwa, especially if those distractions came in the form of a certain Yuvraj.
She continued stirring the mixture, her brows furrowed in concentration as she added the correct ingredients.
Atharva tried to be helpful once again, suggesting adding more sugar to the halwa. "Titli thodi aur cheeni dal do" (titli, add a bit more sugar.)
Kasika's patience was wearing thin, and she was getting irritated by his constant suggestions. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him with a mix of annoyance and tiredness. "Ab chup ho jaye aap nhi toh thappad khayenge." (Just be quiet, Otherwise you will get slapped )
His response came with a cheeky grin. " thappad bhi kha lenge, but only if you give me a kiss" (Yes, I'm willing to risk a slap)
She retorted, her frustration clear in her voice. "Hai Shiv, kya besharam pati diye hai aapne? (God, what a shameless husband you gave me.)"
Her words were laced with a mixture of sarcasm and annoyance.
She went back to stirring the halwa, her movements a little rougher now, trying to vent her frustration through the action.
