Karan unfolded the envelope slowly, still nervous about what awaited him. His heart raced for a second, only to stop when he saw a very official-looking letter inside, complete with a fake logo of their family crest.
He started reading aloud, his brows knitting in confusion.
"Congratulations!" he muttered. "You have been selected as the official house chef for the next one month. This honor has been awarded due to your recent... culinary-inspired blunders. You are hereby responsible for preparing breakfast and one surprise meal daily, effective immediately. Failure to comply will result in..." he paused, blinking in disbelief, "...serious wife-imposed penalties."
He looked up slowly, only to find Tejasswi standing at the doorframe, arms crossed, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
"You... you made this?" he asked, holding up the letter like it was a dangerous weapon.
Tejasswi shrugged innocently, that mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Rules are rules, Mr. Official House Chef," she teased sweetly, winking at him.
Karan groaned dramatically, tossing his head back. "Tejuuuuu... you're going to regret this, I swear!"
"Good luck, Mr. Kundra!" she called, turning around with a laugh and disappearing into the corridor.
Karan stared at the letter again, then at her retreating figure, a helpless grin spreading across his face.
He shook his head and muttered under his breath, "Iss ladki ne toh meri zindagi set kar di... chef banakar."
The scene faded out - with Karan still holding the ridiculous "official" letter, knowing full well that tomorrow's breakfast duty was going to be... an absolute disaster.
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The morning sun streamed gently through the kitchen window as Karan stood in front of the stove, sleeves rolled up, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A "How to make aloo paratha" YouTube video played softly on his phone beside him, which was already smeared with traces of flour.
He clumsily flipped the paratha, only for it to land awkwardly half on the pan, half off. "Ugh, seriously? Why is this harder than a business deal?"
Just then, Akshara stepped in, pausing in her tracks as the strong smell of slightly burnt dough hit her nose.
She blinked. "Karan? Tum kitchen mein? Is everything okay? Or is this part of some reality show prank?"
Karan turned toward her, his face dusted with flour, hair a little messy, and his expression one of helpless pride. "No prank, Maa. Your son has been promoted-or demoted, depending on how you look at it-as the official house chef for a month."
Akshara's eyebrows shot up. "Kisne kiya yeh announcement? Prachi ne? Vikram?"
Karan sighed dramatically, holding up the now crumpled note Tejasswi had written. "Your beloved bahu. Apparently, she wasn't impressed with last night's dinner date ending, so this is my punishment."
Akshara bit back a smile, walking over to inspect the countertop, which looked like a flour bomb had gone off. "Karan, yeh kitchen hai... World War ka battlefield nahi."
"I know! I was just trying to make her favourite parathas. Thought maybe she'd forgive me if I served them hot and perfectly golden." He flipped another one... this time it folded in half and burned on one side.
Akshara chuckled. "Beta, forgiveness ke liye paratha banana ek acha plan hai. Lekin usko khila ke hospital le jaana mat pade."
Karan gave her a sheepish grin. "Help me, na? Just tell me how to make it soft-not like rubber slippers."
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TejRan - Arranged Love
FanfictionHe is a businessman, she is a doctor. He is a calm and composed person, she is messy and hot-tempered. She loves playing badminton and he is not much into sports. He loves dogs and she is scared of them. What if two different personalities is tied t...
