The Ideal NRI Couple mistake

7. Neil

The days of me being MIA end! I have three chapters for you this week. Whoppie!

There stood Ishani, her hair a birds nest. She looked like she just woke up and judging from the room, she probably just did. Her mother is going to kill me for keeping their beloved daughter like this. Ishani looked like a mess, she had given us both a bigger surprise by being unreachable most evening. "Maa?" She croaked and as her mom rushed to meet her she started wailing like a small lost child. I felt worse and maybe her parents would judge me, but why was she crying like that.

I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed water. "Have some love!" I messaged her back as her mom fed her water. What was wrong with Ishani? I had thought of her being excited, happy but here I had a bubbling crying woman. Her mom was also wiping tears. Women and their tears. I shrugged and went to the room and changed into a polo tee and track pants. Ishani entered the room. "Thanks Neil. This was the best surprise ever." She hugged me with the huge grin. "No need to thank me love. Change and come serve dinner to your mom. Then we can show her around the house and you two can explore the city tomorrow." I smiled and kissed her cheek, it tasted of salt from her tears.

I went to the kitchen and switched the burner on to heat the food when Ishani's mom walked in, "beta ji. Let me cook some dinner." "Mom I'm heating the food Ish made. I hope it's not biryani again. Your daughter is obsessed with it." "Ishani cooking?" And she laughed and laughed. I did not understand what the laughter was about.  Wiping her tears she said, "you know once I told her to boil potatoes and she called the servant to do them! Biryani is out if her league. Rice maybe, but she cannot make biryani." I opened the pan and she was dumbfounded.

"Ishani makes great food maa. Stop kidding." I looked back to see ishani in a bright pink kurti and denims with thankfully neater hair and some lipgloss, frozen at the entrance. "Ish mom doesn't believe you cook. Amaze her tonight!" I smiled at her, she nodded back and moved to the counter to serve the food. Something was wrong.

I set the table as Ishani's mom decided to kneed some atta for tomorrow morning. We would get paranthas at last. I was sick of the eggs and like a true blue Punjabi paranthas were love. We usually woke up late and breakfast was always rushed.