The Unwanted Royal Marriage

62. MasterChef

Meera's pov

I woke up in the middle of the night, my stomach growling with hunger. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I had an overwhelming craving for something sweet—Jalebi with dahi. It sounded like heaven in that moment.

I looked over at Adhyay, who was sleeping soundly beside me. His peaceful slumber only seemed to irritate me more, as if his babies inside me were the ones plotting to disturb his cozy sleep. I couldn't help but sigh.

"Adhyay..." I whispered, nudging him lightly.

No response.

I tried again, this time a little louder.

"Adhyay!"

Still nothing. I was getting impatient now.

I huffed, throwing off the covers as I leaned over him, poking his shoulder. "Inko itna saath dena tha pregnancy mein! Ab kaha gaya saath?!"
("He wanted to give so much support during the pregnancy! Where is that support now?!")

He still didn't budge. So, I poked him harder, a little annoyed.

"Adhyayyyy!!! Uthiye! Abhi!"
("Adhyayyyy!!! Get up! Now!")

Still, he remained as still as a rock.

"Arey yeh insaan hai ya kumbhakaran?! Ooooo Mr. Ranawat!" I said, my voice rising in irritation, as I poked him again.
("Is this a human or Kumbhkaran?! Ooooo Mr. Ranawat!")

Finally, after what felt like forever, he mumbled, still half-asleep, "Hmm... Ruhaan, baby, no masti," and drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

I couldn't take it anymore. "ADHYAYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

This time, he shot up from the bed, his eyes wide with confusion, looking around frantically. "AHHHH... HAAANNN! Kya hua?! Kon aaya?! Kon gaya?!... Meera? Tum thik ho? Kya hua?"
("AHHHH... YESS! What happened?! Who came?! Who left?!... Meera? Are you okay? What happened?")

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Aap sote hai ya marte hai?! Aise kumbhakaran ke tarah kon sota hai?! Main aapko kabse uthane ki koshish kar rahi hoon?!"
("Do you sleep or just lie there like you're dead?! Who sleeps like a Kumbhkaran like this?! How long have I been trying to wake you up?!")

Adhyay blinked a few times, still trying to process everything, and then looked at me with a groggy, apologetic expression. "Meera, you scared me half to death! What's going on?"

I pouted, still irritated but with a hint of amusement in my tone. "I'm craving Jalebi with dahi... and you're sleeping like a rock while I'm about to starve to death!"

Adhyay rubbed his eyes and then smiled at me. "Wait... Jalebi with dahi? At this hour?"

"Yes!" I said, throwing my hands up dramatically. "I need it! Now!"

He chuckled, shaking his head, and then, without another word, climbed out of bed. "Alright, alright, I'll get it. Just don't make me run a marathon for it, okay?"

"I will come with you!!" I said, excited, as I jumped up.

"Okay, my love, let's go," he said, picking me up effortlessly into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying not to giggle as he carried me toward the kitchen.

"But how will you make it?!" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"That's concerning," he said with a grin, noticing the skeptical look I gave him. "Are you serious?!"

With that, we reached the kitchen, and he gently set me down on the counter. I watched as he pulled out his phone and dialed someone. A few minutes passed, and suddenly, the door opened with a groggy Kabeer standing there, rubbing his eyes, while I shot Adhyay an angry look.