Sarthak's POV
"Okay sorry na," I apologised, following her around the kitchen as she worked, ignoring me.
Look what my life has stooped to. Last night was the longest and most beautiful of my existence but in morning, I found my wife upset with me.
Upset because I was so rough on her that now she was having trouble in walking.
But what the fuck was my fault in all of this? She asked me to go harder without thinking about the consequences.
Prerna placed the pan on the stove, making soup for herself. Taking the chopping board out with extra force than necessary, she began chopping her favourite vegetables.
"Let me help you," I wrapped my left arm around her from behind and used the other hand to hold her wrist.
But a hiss escaped my throat when she shoved her elbow in my chest.
I instinctively took a step back, rubbing my chest.
"Yaar, Prerna, kya ho gaya aisa? Saat saal se imagine kar raha tha, jab sach mein karne ki baari aayi toh thoda beh gaya bhawnao mein. Sorry. Keh raha hoon na agli baar dheere karunga."
"Man, Prerna, what big deal has happened? I was imagining this moment for seven years, when it was time to do it in real, I got carried away. Sorry. I promise I'll be gentle next time."
Prerna's eyes widened and she immediately placed the knife on her lips, gesturing me to shut up and glanced at the kitchen door.
"Tum aur chilla-chilla kar sabko bata do," she scolded and I realised that the staff was around the kitchen.
"Why are you shouting? Do you want everyone to know?"
"I'm sorry for that too, my menace." I said a little more gently this time and walked closer to her.
Sometimes, it feels like she gets upset with me just to hear me apologize again and again.
Ignoring her glare, I took the knife from her grip and leaned in to peck her lips, "Sorry."
Her eyes flickered before going wide.
I pressed my cheek to hers, tilting her head before kissing her jaw. "Sorry."
Lowering myself more, I reached the base of her ear and gently bit her earlobe. "Sorry."
"SORRY!"
A loud voice slit through the beautiful romantic moment, and Prerna and I immediately flew apart.
"Dadi," I huffed, closing my eyes in frustration.
Dadi chuckled awkwardly, her eyes jumbling between me and Prerna.
"You ruined our moment." I said, and Dadi looked at me. Her awkward gaze turning slightly offended.
"You are ruining my sacred kitchen," she retorted and I could not help but scoff.
"Sacred?" I asked, knowing the history of this seemingly normal place. "This kitchen is anything but sacred. It holds all the dark secrets of this family's couples, especially yours and Dada ji's."
"Hawww," she covered her mouth before clicking her tongue.
"Don't you feel any shame while talking about your Dada ji like that?" She interrogated, placing her hands on her hips.
"What's happening?" Maa entered the kitchen.
Her eyes darted between me and Dadi before she ignored us and looked at Prerna who was standing in the corner, looking at the scene with no interest.
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