Happy Khushi

Chapter 3

Khushi looked at the beautiful place in front of her feeling a new emotion, a weird happiness which she never felt before. She thought of how this place has brought eerie to many lives but still it is becoming a new light to her overly piteous life.

She couldn't smile more fully than she did now. She has seen people look at her leg and a little doubt on herself in her heart but it all broke away as she remembers her father's last words to her.

"You still have eyes to see, ears to hear, mouth to speak, nose to smell, hands to hold and legs to move. There's nothing else required to do. You have tha courage to build your own stairs to success. And being my daughter, if you didn't do it, I'd be very hurt up there."

She cried as he went quite after his words but there was a smile and in her heart, hope. A hope that soon became the reason of her existence. A hope she held clutched in her hands.

A hope that bloomed into the stairs of her success and today she finally walked the third step of the stairs. First being her college and second her cooking.

She walked it all and made it till here.

"Bhaiya ji, I am here for the cook's job." She answered to the security guard who she knew because of her baba.

"I know, your baba told me. Go inside, you are late." Khushi wondered how she is late, she is rather early as it's only seven in the morning and as she knows her baba told her to come by quarter past seven.

Khushi went inside as she crossed the garden where the gardener gave her a look that seemed to say 'all the best' but with a sign of 'be careful'.

Anjali saw khushi enter as she walked towards her and smiled at her while walking her to the kitchen and telling her what she has to make and what she shouldn't make.

"Khushi ji, don't add sugar to chhote's coffee as he has diabetes, please never forget that. The last cook would always forget that which caused him to be fired." Anjali shivered as she remembered how her Chhote fainted because of how high his sugar level went and finally she threw that cook out.

Khushi nodded as she listened carefully to everything Anjali mentioned. She noticed the woman's smile that seemed too sad to her. She felt she saw a version of her own older self and she decided to work on this version of herself.

Khushi nodded again and went to the kitchen to see whatever she needs and readied a breakfast menu. She got it checked by Anjali who smiled and nodded at her.

Khushi saw Anjali walking by herself quite fine and understood where the problems exist.

They won't let her break free.

Khushi took her duppatta and tied is at her waist from her shoulder and made a bun of her hairs.

Khushi looked at the menu and readied the toasts and sandwiches while on other hand she made Aloo paratha.

With no hair out of place, she put the plates on the table while she also cleaned the kitchen and also the used utensils.

Washing her hands, she moved out to see Anjali putting the plates and smiled as she noticed how she was working faster but suddenly she was stopped as her brother who she met at temple made her sit.

She felt the chills looking at the guy. He won't let her, too careful.

Her eyebrows raised as she noticed the man working himself up and even went on his knees to see her ankle.

Khushi stretched her lips in a smile while studying every member of the family.

Devyani Singh Raizada, a person of principles.

Manohar Singh Raizada, a happy go lucky man but slumped by her wife, Manorama Singh Raizada.

Aakash, the shy guy and Nk, the simple jolly guy. Exact opposite twins.

Anjali Singh Raizada, smiling a courage less smile for her brother who would look at her every second.

Arnav Singh Raizada, a cold, dark, covered in past with nothing but haunting thoughts.

Khushi felt her heart shiver as she saw him and moved forward to help everyone with serving while again moving back and keeping her head down.

"The food is really nice." Devyani looked at the girl standing on the side and she noticed the little limp in her leg too. Nothing leaves her sight.

She also noticed her grandson stealing a glance at her while eating food happily.

He would always sit with a cold face matching his cold eyes and would only smile when looking at Anjali but today his raised eyebrows while eating made sure that her grandson has found the girl who will reach his heart through his stomach and she would surely like to see the play of the big bad and cold wolf with the observant little rabbit.

Khushi noticed the smile at the old woman's face and smiled at her, nodding her head. It was what she wanted, it is what every cook, chef wants. The smile and satisfaction of people who eat their handmade food.

Aakash and NK also nodded at her and went to their rooms to leave for work.

Anjali stood up after everyone left and helped her with plates while khushi didn't stopped her like others and rather took her help gracefully, never looking towards her leg and never helping her as she limped.

She doesn't want help but rather a fall, a fall of pain, a fall of tears filled with pain so that she could finally live with this drawback but with all the ability provided by the god.

Khushi and Anjali both worked together in harmony, never speaking but their smiles were showing how happy they were.

Anjali was happy to work like any other person whole khushi smiled at how she was able to.

"Di!"

And there comes the cold brother.