𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙖 and 𝘼𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙫𝙞 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞, business rivals and family friends, are forced into an arranged marriage. Bound by family duty, they must uncover hidden truths while navigating their explosive chemistry. Will their...
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I moaned softly as the flavors of the blini pancakes exploded on my tongue, a perfect harmony of light, fluffy goodness, topped with just the right amount of sweetness. "Mmm, Ro, these are perfect," I said, grinning up at Ro who had morphed into my personal chef ever since she returned from Boston. Today, she was serving me the ideal Russian breakfast, and I wasn't complaining about all the pampering.
Ruhanika beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I told you! My blinis are world-class. If this whole research gig doesn't pan out, I might just open a café."
I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest at the thought. "I'd definitely invest. Just promise you won't charge me for the pancakes, deal?"
Just then, from the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a familiar furry tail swishing through the air. Lolo was making his way over, purring with calculated innocence. He sidled up beside my chair, meowing insistently for attention. "Aw, does my baby want his maasi?" I cooed, reaching out to pick him up. But before I could, Anika cut in.
"Oh, no you don't, you chubby trickster! I know your game. These pancakes are not for you!" She scooped him up, a playful scowl on her face, and marched him over to the small baby crib we jokingly used as his makeshift "jail."
Lolo squirmed slightly, trying to melt Anika's resolve with his wide, pleading eyes, but soon accepted his fate, sprawling out like a king on his throne. "Lolo, you little rat," I teased, feeling my heart lighten. "I thought you were being all affectionate, but no! Tum to ek number ke bhukkad ho. Petu billa!" (You are always behind food only. Foodie cat)
Ruhanika returned to the table, setting down another stack of blinis along with a bowl of freshly chopped fruit. She shot Lolo a sidelong glance, as if daring him to make another attempt. "Don't you dare scowl and throw a tantrum. She already gave you a second breakfast. Don't think I didn't see you tricking her by acting all cute. She doesn't know you, but I do. So stay there, Bhukkad Billa!" (Foodie cat)
The absurdity of it all made me laugh, yet beneath the surface, a pang of sadness stirred in my chest. When was the last time I had allowed myself to just be-to laugh, to joke, to enjoy something as simple as breakfast with a friend? How long had I been drowning in the demands of my company, trapped by the weight of expectations? I was so grateful Ruhanika was back. I hadn't realised how much I missed her until she returned home.
