Victory of Love

part-10

"Aunty...see this, an outline map of srilanka country...."khushi said looking at the weird shape of rolled dough which was exactly looking like the map of srilanka country. Aradhya-mom of arnav couldn't control her giggle seeing khushi's frown after looking at the poori in both of her hands which she had rolled few seconds back. Aradhya just laughed seeing the scene in front of her eyes- khushi lifted that poori which was almost in semi oval shape with her fingers.

"Khushi u r crazy!"aradhya exclaimed in between her laugh.

"No aunty...see this shape...its really like srilanka map. In this way I can make any country's map and fry them and eat them....tell me aunty which country's map u wanna eat? I'll roll it....but don't ask me shape of "SUN" I can't make round pooris..."khushi said with a sad pout on her face.

"Awwww don't b sad khushi. U never rolled out dough into puris na that's y it's coming like that....u know wat when arnav rolled puris, he too got different shapes like this..."sad aradhya.

"Watttt!! Arnav rolled puris? Means he knows how to roll puris?!!"exclaimed khushi.

"Yes he knows..."said aradhya with a smile. "He used to help me by rolling puris while chatting with Me...he likes puris so much that it would b in breakfast at least two days a week..." She added.

"Two days a week?!!! omg!exclaimed khushi.

"Yeah...but y r u that much surprised about that khushi?" Aradhya asked casually.

"Bcoz aunty I don't like puris much from childhood. But my younger sister like them very much. Whenever my mom prepares puris, she prepares different breakfast for me. And whenever she makes puris I exclaims as if she's preparing hydrogen bomb for the distruction of the world...that's y I reacted that much surprised few seconds back too..." Said khushi.

"Haha hydrogen bomb? Seriously?! U always like this? This much craziness of imagination?"asked aradhya while showing khushi how to roll the dough perfectly.

"No aunty....only sometimes..."she giggled. "I changed like this only after meeting arnav...."she thought with a smile.

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"Mmmmm aunty...this is yummyy..."said khushi while munching the piece of puri with aaloo curry. "If my mom now sees me like this-eating poori, she would get the shock of her life....."she giggled.

"I pity aunty then..."commented arnav while having his pooris. They three sat at dining table. Where as arnav's dad went to office, arya is in enjoying mode of his holidays and there by went to movie.

"Vaise aunty...wats the secret of the taste of ur handmade pooris that arnav like ONLY ur handmade pooris specially?"asked khushi ignoring arnav's comment.

"The secret is the love I had towards my son and the love he has towards me..."smiled aradhya. "I tries my best to prepare them tasty and he eats them and finds them tasty even though how they taste like just bcoz of the love he has towards me khushi...."she added. "U know wat khushi, if u love someone whether its mom,dad, brother, sister, girl friend, boy friend whoever it is...u will love each and everything about them...their talks,their ideas,their cooking and all...."said aradhya as the matter of fact where as khushi is listening her like a good student listening an interesting lesson.