pehli rasoi

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My alarm started ringing, and I frowned, slowly opening my eyes

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My alarm started ringing, and I frowned, slowly opening my eyes.

To my surprise, I found myself wrapped up in Aayansh's arms. He was hugging me tightly, his arm possessively around my waist, and I had unknowingly clung to him as well. His messy hair and slightly parted lips caught my attention,

and I couldn’t help but whisper, “Uff! He is looking so sexy while sleeping.”

Before I could stop myself, I leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Just as I was about to slip out of bed quietly, his eyes fluttered open. I hoped he hadn't noticed what I’d just done.

"Sleep. It's just 5 a.m.," he murmured, pulling me back into his arms and resting his hand on my covered waist.

"Noo! I have to go downstairs and make breakfast for everyone!" I said, attempting to wriggle out of his embrace.

"Everyone is sleeping, and they won't wake up until 8 or 9 a.m.," he replied, sounding drowsy.

"But I have to make everyone's favorite food for the pehli rasoi," I insisted.

"Who told you that? You don’t have to make everyone's favorite food," he said, his confusion evident.

"No one told me! It’s my choice now, bye!" I said as I tried to get up, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back down.

"Don't go! Please?" he said, giving me those irresistible puppy eyes while hugging me tighter.

"You can't always win with your ‘pleases’ and puppy eyes! Leave me!" I protested, trying to escape his grip.

"Please sleep for a while," he mumbled.

"Get up!! And let go! I need to go," I said, a little annoyed now.

"Okay, meri patni, don’t get angry," he finally relented, releasing me.

Hearing him call me "meri patni" sent shivers down my spine, and I quickly ran to the washroom to get ready. Today was my pehli rasoi.

Even though I knew how to make most dishes, having learned while I was in London, I still felt nervous. What if they didn’t like my food?

 What if they didn’t like my food?

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