✧◍Dedication◍✧
To the one who tirelessly support their families while dreaming of their own fairy endings ,this is for you !
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In a world where opposites attract, meet Charming Sayi and Powerful Aarav, wh...
I couldn't resist posting the new chapters because, honestly, drafts give me ick vibes.
So, read away! But don't forget to hit the target, okay? Otherwise, no more updates because, let's be real, I haven't written anything ahead yet (oops!).
If you shower the upcoming chapters with love and support, I might just drop a surprise for you all. It's a secret I've been holding onto for the past year, stopping myself from posting it. No pressure, though (but totally pressure).
Also, low-key crying because our book is ending soon. Why am I like this?
Someone pass me a tissue. Or chocolate. Or both.
5000+ words .
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Sayi's pov
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Day 1:
The living room was peaceful-an unusual occurrence in our madhouse. Mom, Badimaa, Meera, and Dheeraj were all glued to the TV, completely invested in the latest melodramatic twist in their favorite serial. The hero was on his fifth marriage, the villainess had amnesia, and the background score was louder than my thoughts.
And that's when I dropped the bomb.
"Mathashree, I want to learn cooking."
The reaction was nothing short of cinematic. Mom froze mid-sip of her tea, Meera almost choked on her popcorn, and Dheeraj paused his dramatic eye-roll at the TV. Their heads snapped toward me like synchronized robots.
For a second, they all stared, then exchanged a look as if I'd just spoken in ancient Sanskrit. Ignoring me, they went back to the serial.
Annoyed, I raised my voice. "GUYS! I said I will cook!"
This time, I had their full attention. Mom dramatically clutched her heart like she was auditioning for a tragic role. She turned to Meera and Dheeraj with wide eyes. "Beta, what am I hearing? Is this real, or am I hallucinating? Check my BP!"
Meera blinked at me in disbelief. "Did...did she just say *cook*? Like, real cooking? With a stove and actual food?"
Dheeraj, who never missed a chance to roast me, stood up with a smirk. "Pehele ingredients ko identify kar, Sayi. Aaya bada 'I will cook"
Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms. "Mark my words, Dheeraj. One day, I'll cook so well, you'll DIE for my food." I shrugged my collar like a total boss.
