One fine Morning
In the early light of a new day, two souls found their way to each other—one bringing brightness to a darkened world and the other healing the wounds he had never caused.\
At Anjali's House
As Anjali's mother stepped into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she froze in shock. There was Anjali, bustling about, chopping vegetables and stirring something on the stove. It had been far too long since she had seen her daughter this way—cooking and humming to herself, as if a heavy burden had finally lifted.
What surprised her mother the most wasn't just the sight of Anjali in the kitchen, but the radiant smile on her daughter's face—a real, genuine smile that had been absent for far too long. It lit up her eyes and softened her entire demeanor, as though she had found a newfound peace.
"Anjali?" her mother called out, disbelief coloring her voice. "This... this is unexpected!"
Anjali turned around, her smile broadening as she wiped her hands on a towel.
"Good morning, Maa! I thought I should make breakfast today. I wanted to surprise you!"Her mother blinked, still processing the scene before her.
"Beta, when did you suddenly develop an interest in cooking? Have you given up on writing your books?"
Anjali laughed softly, a lightness in her laughter that hadn't been there before.
"No, Maa. I just felt like it today."
Her mother cautiously approached, placing a gentle hand on Anjali's forehead to check if everything was truly alright.
"Beta, are you okay?"
Anjali beamed reassuringly, her eyes shimmering with warmth.
"Maa, I'm absolutely fine. From today, you'll see the old Anjali again."
Her mother's face softened with relief, and for the first time in ages, she caught a glimpse of her carefree daughter shining through.
"Where's Papa?" Anjali asked, her hands busy with the breakfast preparations.
*The doorbell rang.*
"It must be him," her mother said.
She opened the door, and as expected, there stood her husband, slightly out of breath from his morning walk, a pleasant smile lighting up his face.
"Good morning, sonhiyo!" he greeted her with a playful grin, stepping forward to hug her.
"Aish, dur raho!" She chuckled, gently pushing him back. "You're all sweaty! Go freshen up first," she said, pointing toward their room, trying to stifle her laughter.
YOU ARE READING
Drenched Heart's
Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
