A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-47 [Halwa]

MYRA'S POV

Chirping giggles, teasing hoots, and harmony filled the dining table; an environment I had forgotten existed, at all.

Each and every dish prepared by the cooks was undoubtedly finger-licking, though I held myself back from actually doing that.

After a good night's sleep, and the rush of getting ready; this brunch indeed felt like a reward and the company I got with me topped the list that made my 'morning'.

On my right sat Siddharth while the chair on my left was occupied by Poonam, to whom sat Vikram bhai. Mr and Mrs. Kapoor sat in front of us.

The other six seats were taken by their close relatives, who I supposed were going back today according to the snippets of the conversation that I got. Two or three cousins of the Kappor siblings also sat in the living room.

Whole house bloomed with life. It was a rare thing for me and I couldn't stop admiring the warmth.

"You made these pancakes, didn't you?" I mumbled while still looking down at my plate, as my fork sliced through the fluffy bread.

Though I had never eaten pancakes from any restaurant, but I just knew Siddharth made the best one.

So good that I, who hated anything but a paratha for breakfast, was eating these buttery heavenly hot cakes.

Siddharth, who had his plate filled with colourful vegetables and fruits, casually placed another chocolate coated strawberry on my plate.

"Are you sure your main job is being a dentist and not a detective?" He shook his head, and chewed on lettuce.

Since when has eating became attractive? Who changed the syllabus?

"Whatever," I chunked half of the pancake and transferred it to his plate. "At least eat what you cooked."

I pushed the piece further into his plate with my fork when he tried to move it.

"Eat." A V sat between my brows.

"Myra, Siddharth," Mrs. Kapoor addressed us with such affection that my heart threatened to melt. "Since it's your first day after marriage. After all of us are done with breakfast, I hope you won't mind making a sweet dish for us?"

A smile, lined with subtle surprise, touched my lips as I nodded my head, "Ofcourse, what shall," I briefly glanced at my teammate before looking back in the front. "We make?"

I knew about this ritual and was decently prepared for it too, but Siddharth's participation came with some amusement which soon turned into appreciation.

It was a new start for both of us, so equal efforts from both sides should be normalised.

Mrs. Kapoor smiled, "Whatever you are comfortable in making." She eyebrowed towards her son, "By the way, Sid makes delicious halwa."

"You do?" I turned my face to the said person, brows raised. He nodded and took a small bite of the pancake I had given him, my lips curled up.

"Surprise, your husband is a multi-tasker." The typical cockiness returned to his tone, causing me to cringe up a little.

I turned to his mother, "Has he always been like this?" She let out a heartful chuckle.

Minutes later, I stood in front of the stove, an empty saucepot placed on it while the person who was apparently very good at cooking halwa was searching for semolina (Suji).