love me again

Shiv

"Anybody capable of love is capable of being saved."

This Dawn was life changing; the new rays of bright light gave rebirth to a lost soul. The dusk prior to this dawn was the darkest and most terrifying for the people residing in this house. The night before some people known as Tej Singh Oberoi, Svetlana, Buama and Roop bua had consumed food while the rest of people residing in OM didn't even come out of their rooms.

In Ishkar's room

Ishana's sleep was disturbed because of thirst. She lazily glanced around to find her head still lying on Om's lap while he slept in the same sitting position with her curling around him like a snake. She smiled softly watching him sleeping with his mouth a little open, he looked so cute, so innocent sleeping like this but she also felt bad for him, his muscles are going to pain like hell after waking up. She got up carefully not disturbing his sleep as she went towards the kitchen to quench her thirst finding the jug in their room empty.

She went towards the kitchen in her sleepy trance cursing the jug for being empty and looking at it as if it was automatically going to refill itself. She stopped dead on the kitchen entrance not anticipating anyone's presence in the kitchen so early in the morning. If the person standing in front of her turned out to be Gauri she could still understand but she definitely never ever have thought to see Shivaaye Singh Oberoi like this. She rubbed her eyes thinking she must have imagined SSO standing in the kitchen like that but no when she opened her eyes he was still standing their wearing a pink flowery apron and chef's hat, the spatula resting under his chin as he stared at the pan in front of him in a thoughtful expression. She continued staring at him with her jaw wide open in shock feeling someone's gaze on him he turned back to find Ishana looking at him with her mouth wide open.

"Hii" he waved at her with the spatula a sheepish expression gracing his face

"hii" Ishana replied back still not fully able to believe the scene in front of her

He raised an eyebrow in her direction watching her still standing in the entrance of kitchen

"ugh...water" she replied coming back to her senses as she moved inside to fill the jug as Shivaaye continued looking towards her with a brooding expression, after filling the jug she was going back with slow uncertain steps when Shivaaye stopped her. He called for her in an uncertain timid voice

"Ishana"

She turned back waiting for him to speak whatever he wanted to say

"Got the water" he blurted out like an idiot, while she only hummed in response pondering whether he had lost his mental balance or not??

"Sorry.....ugh.....I was thinking will you help me in preparing breakfast." he spoke looking towards her totally uncertain and sheepish

"Sure, but I don't know if they will eat the food made by me or not" she replied softly placing the jug on one side as she come and stood beside him near the stove.

"Their loss then" Shivaaye shrugged in indifference as he handed her a knife which she took with raised brows

She asked Shivaaye to wait for 15 minutes so she can freshen up and then she will help him with breakfast. She joined him after 30 minutes in the kitchen.

Shivaaye asked her what to prepare while she questioned him the same after a little discussion. They agreed on south Indian breakfast dishes as they started cooking together after deciding each other's task there was an awkward air around them as they both asked each other to go first, uncertainty clouding around them and the air bubbling with pending tension.