ENCHANTED - BY INNOCENCE (ongoing)

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*** After a week ***

*** Randheera ***

I was in the kitchen making jalebis for Yashu when I heard Meenu walking into the living room.

"You're up early, Meenu," I commented as I continued to work.

"I woke up early to prove that I am better than stupid Vivek," she replied, sitting on the dining chair and resting her head on the table.

"Vivek is not stupid, and you are not better than him," I replied.

"Why do you always consider him better than me?" she whined. "Stupid Vivek is—"

"Stop it," I warned firmly, and she fell silent, looking down—annoyed yet unable to express it.

"You are not better than him, and he is not better than you either," I said, softening my voice. "You both have merits, and you both have flaws. You need to stop comparing yourself with him and calling him names. All our lives would be way better."

She remained silent.

"Got it?" I asked to emphasize my point.

"Yes," she barely whispered.

"Good," I said and got back to work.

"What are you making?" she asked, walking into the kitchen and looking at the ingredients.

"Jalebis," I replied.

"For bhabhima?" she asked. I nodded.

"You told her not to have those," she stated.

"I need to convince her of something important and need her in a good mood," I replied. "This puts her in a good mood."

"So she can't eat unhealthy food when she herself wants to be in a good mood, but she can eat unhealthy food when you want her to be in a good mood?" Meenu asked.

I stopped cooking and looked at her.

"Vivek wouldn't have asked these many questions, you know," I stated.

"You told me not to compare myself to him," she replied.

"Yes, you shouldn't," I answered, "but I can."

"That makes you a hippo bit," she stated.

"Hypocrite," I corrected with a smile, finding her mispronunciation very adorable.

"Anyway," I sighed, "you are right. I shouldn't compare you with him.""So," I added, turning towards her, "what does it take for you not to snitch on me?"

"Five jalebis," she said, her eyes shining with joy.

Great! Now we have two jalebi-obsessed people in the house.

"Two," I negotiated.

"Four?" she asked with innocent eyes.

"One," I changed my stance.

"Three," she said firmly. "Last deal!"

"No deal," I shook my head. "Go tell your bhabhima the truth. I know how to handle my wife."

I don't... but the snake's book told me to be confident and delusional while negotiating.

"Fine, two," she said sadly.

"Deal," I nodded, and she nodded back as if she had just negotiated international trade.

"Go freshen up; it's almost time for breakfast," I said.