The golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the glass windows of the penthouse, casting a soft glow over the dining area.
The table was set meticulously, with plates of steaming puri and fragrant dum aloo taking center stage.
The aroma wafted through the air, a testament to Inaara’s effort in preparing the meal.
Inaara sat gracefully at the table, her delicate fingers adjusting her dupatta as she watched the others settle into their seats.
Avni, ever the lively one, clapped her hands together in excitement as she took in the spread.
“Wow, puri and dum aloo! What a treat, Bhabhi! This looks so delicious,” Avni exclaimed, her eyes lighting up like a child’s.
Before Inaara could respond, Prachi leaned back in her chair with a loud sigh, her irritation apparent.
She crossed her arms, her lips pursed into a pout. “What is all this? I can’t eat this oily food. I need my regular healthy breakfast.”
The room grew quiet for a moment, the cheerful atmosphere dampened by Prachi’s sharp tone.
Avni’s expression quickly shifted, her brows furrowing in annoyance.
“Prachi, come on! Bhabhi made this breakfast. It won’t hurt you to eat oily food for just one day.”
Prachi scoffed, rolling her eyes. “No, Avni. I don’t want it. I need my healthy breakfast.”
Her tone was dismissive, her words cutting through the room with a sharp edge.
Avni opened her mouth to retort, her frustration bubbling over, but before she could speak, she felt Inaara’s gentle hand on hers.
Inaara’s touch was light but firm, her serene expression silently urging Avni to hold her tongue.
Avni frowned but obeyed, sinking back into her chair with a reluctant sigh.
Inaara turned her attention to Prachi, her calm demeanor unshaken.
Her lips curved into a soft smile as she said,
“Prachi, just wait a few minutes. Asma will bring your breakfast.”
Her voice was steady, soothing even, but the tension in the room was palpable.
Prachi merely huffed and looked away, her attitude unapologetic.
Atharv, who had been silently observing the exchange, clenched his jaw tightly.
His sharp eyes flicked between Prachi and Inaara, his irritation clear.
He gripped the edge of his chair, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep his temper in check.
The audacity of Prachi’s behavior grated on him.
How dare she speak to Inaara like that, dismissing her effort so thoughtlessly?
His gaze lingered on Inaara for a moment.
Her calmness, her quiet grace in handling Prachi’s tantrum—it only made the situation more infuriating for him.
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Beneath The Storm (Completed)
RomanceIn the opulent world where wealth and power reign supreme, Atharv Rajvansh stands as an untouchable force, his cold perfection masking a storm of hidden vulnerabilities. Enter Inaara Sharma, a kind-hearted soul whose old-fashioned charm and quiet s...
