Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 Unexpected moves by Hukum-sa ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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Humming softly to myself, I stirred the pot, the warm scent of spices filling the kitchen as sunlight draped over the marble counters. It was the kind of serene afternoon that made me grateful for taking a week off; no files, no meetings, just me, the kitchen, and a mind that wandered freely. And oh, where did it go? Straight to my Hukum-sa. A smile played on my lips as I recalled his stoic expressions softening, the way his anger melted slowly like the sugar in my rasmalai. Two days, and yet I saw glimpses of that stormy anger still lurking in him, untamed but kept in check. He never unleashed it on me, never even came close.
But the peaceful domesticity I cherished came with undercurrents I couldn't ignore. Vidyut, Virendra, and Rajeshwari; a trio that had its own breed of audacity. They moved differently, acted with a calculated air that screamed of ulterior motives. The few glimpses I'd caught of them left me wary, instincts pricking at my skin. I hadn't voiced it to Adhiraj yet, but I was planning to. Time had its way of slipping through our fingers, and somehow, meaningful conversations got swept under a tide of obligations.
My thoughts were interrupted by the rhythmic slicing of vegetables. Adhiraj had specifically requested papad ki sabji, lachha paratha, and his beloved rasmalai for dinner. I couldn't help but chuckle; the man could lift weights heavier than most people dared to imagine, yet one bowl of rasmalai would make him forget he even had a limit. If he kept this up, I'd be the one sneaking his blood sugar reports to the doctor.
The kitchen's familiar sounds, a bubbling pot, the soft clinking of bangles as I moved ....were suddenly pierced by the low hum of approaching footsteps. My spine stiffened as I turned my head just enough to confirm the feeling gnawing at my gut. Vidyut. He stood there, eyes roaming over me in a way that felt like ants crawling under my skin. He had the audacity, didn't he? His gaze was slow, deliberate, like he was filing away details for later. The sheer arrogance.
I adjusted my saree, making sure it covered every inch properly, and turned my focus back to chopping. The knife hit the cutting board with a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. His steps echoed as he moved to the fridge, the sound of him gulping down water only adding to the irritation pricking at my nerves.
If he thought he could rattle me with his presence, he was wrong. I was Rani-sa in this household, and I wouldn't bow or shiver under anyone's gaze, least of all his. But as I glanced up, catching his reflection smirking at me through the stainless-steel fridge, my anger simmered just beneath the surface. It was time to tell Adhiraj; this silent battle had to end, and my Hukum-sa needed to know where the war was brewing in his absence.
The tension in the kitchen thickened as Vidyut, with his smirk still plastered across his face, dared to break the silence.
"Bhabhi-sa, aap itni khubsurat hain ki....lagta hai yeh rasoi ka kaam aap par zulm hai."
