THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

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With the cakes in hand, Isha and Taniya walked into the living room, their faces beaming with pride. Vivaan, lounging on the couch after a long day, looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, cake? Kiska birthday hai?” he asked, clearly intrigued.

“Kisi ka nahi. Humne cake bake kiya hai,” Isha replied cheerfully as they placed the two cakes in front of him.

Vivaan smirked. “Cake bake hi kiya jata hai. Tumne dekha hai kabhi kisi ko cake fry karte huwe?”

Isha shot him a sharp look, but instead of responding, she walked into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with two knives. As she approached them, she overheard Vivaan talking to Taniya.

“Sach sach batana... kahi yeh property ke chakkar mein mujhe maarne ki saazish toh nahi hai? Yeh maggi tak nahi banati kabhi mere liye, aur aaj yeh cake kaise?” he said, his tone teasing.

Taniya couldn’t help but laugh at his remark, shaking her head in amusement.

Isha, who had heard everything, chimed in as she handed Taniya a knife . “Nahi bhai, agar mera aap ko maarne ka plan hota toh main apna time aur cake kyun waste karu? Aap mein itni hi akal hai ki agar main paani mein kuch mila doon aur wo dikh raha ho, tab bhi aap pee loge.”

Vivaan grinned at her sarcastic comeback. “Use bharosa kehte hai,” he said, slinging an arm over her shoulder.

Isha rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. She side-hugged him briefly, “jo mujhe tujhpe nai”, he completed, making Isha  pull away.

He laughed and they all gathered around and cut both cakes and each person eagerly grabbed a slice.

Vivaan took a bite, his eyes lighting up as he chewed. “It tastes really good,” he said, nodding in approval.

Isha and Taniya exchanged pleased looks. The trio finished their slices quickly, chatting and laughing all the while.

Afterward, Vivaan collected the plates and headed to the kitchen to wash them. But as soon as he stepped inside, he froze. His gaze fell on the mess they had left behind and the sticky countertop.

His expression darkened as realization struck him

“ishaa!” he yelled, his loud  voice echoing through the house.

Isha and Taniya exchanged knowing glances, their smiles turning sheepish. They hurried to the kitchen, already bracing  themselves for the storm.

When they entered, Vivaan stood with his hands on his hips, his face a mix of frustration and disbelief. His sharp eyes scanned the chaos they’d left behind.

Isha, knowing how much Vivaan despised a messy kitchen, approached him cautiously. She noticed the plates in his hands and immediately took them from him, fearing he might drop them in anger and then somehow blame her for it.

“Breathe in, breathe out, bhai,” she said, placing the plates in the sink with calmness.

Vivaan’s frown deepened, but before he could say anything, Isha placed a gentle hand on his chest and added dramatically, “Bade bade shehron mein aisi chhoti chhoti mistakes hoti rehti hain.”

Taniya, who had been standing behind them, could no longer hold back her laughter.

It started as a giggle but quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter.

Vivaan and Isha turned to glare at her simultaneously. Taniya’s laughter faltered as she realized she was now the target of their frustration. She quickly pressed a finger to her lips, pretending to zip her mouth shut.