Ishq Junoon Deewangi [Fanfiction] ✓

Part ll ♩ Chapter 2 ♩

[Kriya’s POV]

I decided to stop by home to see Sharon before heading back to the studio, and I am glad I did. I entered the kitchen to see the mess, and in the middle of it all, there stood Sharon trying to juggle everything. At once, I exclaimed, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Sharon stated the obvious, “Can’t you see?! I’m trying to cook.”

I stepped around a can of green peas that lay on the floor, empty, and replied with another question, “When have you ever cooked a proper meal that you’re trying today?” Sharon scowled at the comment and got back to moving the spatula around in the pot of vegetables that were cooking. As I got closer to the stove, I commented again, “And what is that horrible smell?!” I waved my hand back and forth to get rid of the smell.

“What smell?” Sharon asked. Apparently, she wasn’t able to smell it! I leaned in a bit to sniff the stove. Sharon moved back as I did that. I immediately turned the gas off and snatched the spatula from her hand.

“What the heck Sharon? You’re making this and you can’t even tell that it’s burning?!!” I yelled at my sister. She may be an amazing person and a fabulous dancer and choreographer, but she is the worst possible cook! And it’s not like she doesn’t know it herself. We all tell her all the time, and tease her over it. I don’t understand what’s gotten into her today that she’s acting like this.

Sharon was about question what I meant, when I took hold of the handle and tilted it a bit so I could show her the burnt things stuck on the bottom. Her mouth turned into an ‘o’ shaped as she looked at me with an ashamed and guilty look on. I simply shook my head and directly put the pot in the sink, not bothering to remove the saved pieces. Even if I had removed it, there was no telling about what all she had put in there along with ‘what’ spices she had used.

“Hey!!” Sharon said, not liking that I didn’t even bother to taste it.

I gave her a stern look and she immediately went quiet. She understood that she had lost the right to say a word regarding the food she had made. I prepared the dish from beginning and Sharon jumped up on the counter and watched. She must have watched Swayam and I cook a million times before. Yet, she never did manage to learn how to cook even one dish properly. You can say cooking just isn’t her thing. No matter the easiest recipe book she tries to learn from, nothing ever helps. As Swayam teased her all the time, she only managed to learn how to cook pasta. That too only because she was doing that as long as she had been dancing.

Once the dinner was ready, I asked, “By the way, why so much food today? It’s just two of us and we never eat this much.” Sharon looked around, and I knew that look very well. I kept my hands on my hips and demanded an answer. “What did you do this time without telling me?”

She started out hesitantly, ‘Well, you see, it’s-it’s Friday night and we never do anything. Especially now that the competition is about to start, we will have less time with each other. Then suddenly a voice inside of me said, ‘Hey how about a get together dinner?’ and uh, well, I loved the idea. So I just called a few people over.”

“Few?” I questioned, inferring that I wanted names.