The morning air was still, unusually so. Inaara stepped out of her room, expecting to hear the usual bustle of the household-the clatter of utensils from the kitchen, the soft murmurs of the staff as they went about their work.
But today, there was nothing.
Silence.
Frowning, she walked further into the hall, glancing around.
The absence of movement, of familiar sounds, made her uneasy.
Where was everyone?
Her feet carried her toward the kitchen, and the moment she stepped inside, her breath hitched in shock.
Atharv Rajvansh.
Standing by the stove.
Cooking.
Inaara blinked rapidly, wondering if she was still half-asleep.
Her mind struggled to process the scene before her-Atharv, dressed casually in a black T-shirt and grey joggers, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, flipping something in a pan with surprising ease.
The sight was so... alien that she found herself gaping.
"You!" The word escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Atharv turned to her, a small amused smile playing on his lips.
"Good morning, Inaara."
She narrowed her eyes.
"What... what are you doing here? And where are the staff?"
"I gave them the day off."
He answered simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I thought I'd make breakfast for us today."
Inaara stared at him as if he had just declared he was moving to Mars. "Breakfast? You?"
Atharv chuckled, his expression calm, yet there was a knowing glint in his eyes.
"Yes, Inaara. I do know how to cook."
Inaara scoffed, folding her arms.
"No, you don't."
"I do."
"You don't even know how to boil water."
Atharv sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to the stove.
"Just wait. The food will be served in a moment."
Inaara wasn't convinced. Atharv and a kitchen didn't belong in the same universe, let alone the same room.
The last time she had seen him attempt anything remotely close to cooking, he had almost set a kettle on fire.
She didn't trust this.
Still, she moved to the dining table, watching him warily.
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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...
