His Uncommitted Sin

Pookie Coded & Gen Z Approved

Author's POV:

The breakfast table was a battlefield, and Kanvi was determined to win.

Vihaan held a piece of dosa, his fingers expertly dipping it into chutney before bringing it to Kanvi's lips. But she twisted away at the last second, dodging like a seasoned warrior.

"Kanvi," he warned, his voice laced with amusement and frustration. "Stop playing and eat."

"I'm full!" she whined, shaking her head dramatically, her growing hair brushing against his chest as she scooted away.

Vihaan sighed, dropping his head back before smirking. "Oh, really? Then why do I hear your stomach still making demands?" He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind, trapping her against him.

"Vihaan, no! My nails!" she whined, flashing her perfectly manicured hands. "Chutney will get stuck in them!"

"Exactly," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "So let me feed you."

Kanvi let out an exaggerated groan, flopping back against his chest. "I'm done, I swear!"

Vihaan held up the last bite. "One more."

She turned in his hold, pouting up at him. "You eat it."

He mirrored her pout, his expression equally dramatic. "I can't. I'm already full."

Anvi, watching the entire spectacle, turned to her husband, shaking her head with an affectionate smile. "Vihaan is so pookie-coded. I swear, I can see him slowly turning into a Gen Z kid."

Dr. A smiled, sipping his coffee. "With a spouse like Kanvi, how could he not? The real miracle is that he still has patience, considering she keeps him running on his toes."

Vihaan, overhearing, scoffed but didn't deny it. His grip on Kanvi tightened as he whispered in her ear, "Eat this last bite, and I might consider letting you go."

Kanvi sighed in defeat, finally opening her mouth. Vihaan smirked in victory, feeding her as if it were the most important task of his day.

Anvi clapped her hands dramatically. "Ladies and gentlemen, after a long, hard battle, General Vihaan emerges victorious!"

Dr. A shook his head, smiling, while Kanvi simply rolled her eyes, chewing. Vihaan, however, grinned like he had just conquered the world.

The dining hall buzzed with laughter and lighthearted teasing as everyone enjoyed their meal. Diya, with a playful smirk, looked around before settling her gaze on Vihaan.

"You know," she began, her voice full of nostalgia, "Vihaan used to be such a good boy when he was little. He would just sit in one place and eat his food quietly—no fuss, no tantrums." She shot a pointed look at Kanvi, grinning. "And now look at him, his spouse is making him run around like a headless chicken just to feed her."

The whole table erupted in laughter, and Kanvi feigned an offended gasp, placing a hand on her chest. "Excuse me! That is called keeping him fit. You're welcome, Vihaan."

Vihaan chuckled, shaking his head, but before he could respond, Karthik cut in with a dramatic scoff. He placed his spoon down, leaned back in his chair, and turned to his wife with a knowing smirk.

"Diya, don't you dare talk about Kanvi. What about you?" He leaned forward, his voice filled with mock accusation. "Do I need to remind you how you used to make me run all over the palace? Hiding in closets just to make me look for you? Sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night, raiding the pantry for sweets like a little thief?"