Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

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The Rajyavadkar family gathered around the dining table, enjoying their usual lively dinner.

The clinking of plates and the chatter of voices filled the air when Neil suddenly piped up, turning to his mother, Sunaina.

"Mom, Suhani didi came to give you the chocolate tiramisu today, right?"

Sunaina smiled at her son and nodded. "Yes, Neil, she did. So guess what? That's going to be our dessert tonight!"

At the mention of tiramisu, Samriddh, who had been quietly eating, perked up.

Though no one could deny Suhani was the best baker in the city, Samriddh wasn't usually one for sweets.

Yet, there was something about her desserts-her passion and love for baking, the way she poured her heart into every dish-that made anything she made irresistible to him.

Garima soon came to the table with small plates, each carrying a portion of the tiramisu.

Samriddh watched as his family eagerly dug in, their faces lighting up with delight as they savored the rich, chocolatey dessert.

He picked up his fork, taking a bite out of obligation more than anything, but as soon as the velvety, sweet layers hit his tongue, he couldn't help but relish the taste.

"Damn," he thought, "She's really good at this."

As much as he tried to deny it, whenever Suhani's creations made their way into his home, he found himself enjoying them more than he cared to admit.

The next morning, as the aroma of rajma chawal wafted from the kitchen, Samriddh was passing by when he heard his mother's voice calling him.

"Samriddh!"

He stopped and turned, "Ji, mom?"

Sunaina appeared in the doorway, a tiffin in her hand. "Beta, do me a favor. I've made rajma chawal, and you know how much Suhani loves it. Take this over to her, will you?"

Samriddh sighed, inwardly rolling his eyes. "Mom, is it really necessary for me to go?"

Sunaina gave him a stern look, one that made it clear there was no arguing. "Yes, it is."

He let out a resigned breath. "Fine, dijiye."

Sunaina's face softened into a smile as she handed him the tiffin. "Mera accha baccha," she said affectionately.

With the tiffin in hand, Samriddh made his way to the Joshi house.

He rang the bell, and Suhani's mother, Madhuri, opened the door, her face lighting up at the sight of him.

"Aree, Samriddh beta!" she greeted him warmly.

"Namaste, aunty," he responded politely.

"Come inside, na!" Madhuri insisted, stepping aside to let him in.

Samriddh hesitated for a moment but then nodded, stepping inside the cozy house.

It was his second or third time visiting, but this time, something about the atmosphere struck him.

The house was filled with warmth, love, and a strange sense of peace.

It felt... welcoming.

Madhuri gestured for him to sit on the sofa as she went into the kitchen.

He sat, his eyes wandering around, taking in the homely decor.