Love into obsession

Chapter-37

Five days.
A whole five days had passed since the great office incident.
Five days of punishment. Five days of files. Five days of reports. Five days of inventory. Five days of camera restoration.
Five days of the CEOs sitting beside the mafia brothers and helping them work.\

And now.
Finally.

The punishment was over.
Freedom.

At least that's what they thought. Unfortunately. Nothing exciting was happening anymore.
No investigations. No secret missions. No stolen tabs. No hacked cameras.
Nothing.

Life had become boring. Very boring.

Right now it was afternoon.
The mafia brothers were busy with work.
As usual. Mahi in his office. Rohit on calls. Sanju buried inside market reports. Abhi handling contracts. Ishan dealing with suppliers. Rishab in meetings. Shami checking security updates.

Meanwhile.

The CEOs were scattered around the mansion. Trying not to die from boredom.
Jaddu was reading. Virat was helping Sammy with studies. Yash was sleeping on the couch. Mayank was scrolling his phone. Siraj was in the library.

And Shrey.
Well. Shrey was staring at the ceiling. Thinking. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Because whenever Shrey started thinking. *Trouble followed. *Always.
Suddenly Shrey sat up.

Shrey- Shub.

Shub looked up from his book.
Shub- hmm.
Shrey- I'm bored.
Shub- same.
Shrey- very bored.
Shub- same.

Shrey sat beside him.
Shrey- let's do something.

Shub immediately looked suspicious. Because whenever someone said let's do something. It never ended well. Never.

Shub- what.

Shrey looked around. Then lowered his voice.

Shrey- let's cook.

Silence. Shub blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.

Shub- cook.

Shrey nodded proudly.
Shrey- yes.
Shub- do you know how to cook.
Shrey- no.
Shub- I don't know either.
Shrey- we'll learn.

Shub stared at him. Absolutely speechless.
Then.
For some unknown reason. **He agreed. **Worst decision. Of his life.

Thirty minutes later.

Operation Pasta had officially started. Inside the kitchen. Shub and Shrey stood in front of the counter. Looking at ingredients. Looking at utensils. Looking at each other. Like two scientists preparing a dangerous experiment.

Shrey opened a recipe video. Shub watched carefully. Both nodded. Confident. Too confident.

Shrey- see. Easy.
Shub- very easy.

Nothing looked easy.
Not at all.

Ten minutes later.

The kitchen was already a disaster. Vegetables everywhere. Flour on the floor. Pasta packets torn open. Water spilled. One broken bowl.
And nobody knew what they were doing.

Shrey was trying to cut vegetables. Very bravely. Very badly.

Shub watched in horror.
Shub- stop.
Shrey- why.

Shub pointed at the carrot.
Shub- you are cutting the table.

Shrey looked down. The knife was nowhere near the carrot.