Getting dressed I grabbed the hodni (scarf) as a mere source to cover my shame, he pulled me out of the room. With the pain all over my body especially the lower body, I wasn't able to walk; matching his speed was out of the question.
I pleaded wit...
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Third Person's POV
Nakul and Vedant were looking at the boy who seemed to be college-going, selling vegetables and had a notebook to study placed on the vegetable cart. Rishi and Nishant were along with them. On the way back to their hotel room from Kadepathar, everyone went to the hotel room except for them as they went to purchase groceries to make dinner which was going to be cooked by Nishant.
Vedant was picking fresh mixed vegetables when his memory drifted to his childhood day. When he and his elder brother used to sell fruits and vegetables, respectively, after their school. And how he used to do his studies whenever he would get time in between selling the fruits.
The burden of debts was wrongly enforced on his father's shoulders but his father, his mother, his elder brother, and he, as a family worked hard day and night to clear that wrongly enforced debt and worked in building their future.
He didn't complain though and never blamed God for being born as poor. By God's grace, his every body part and organ was fit and fine, had a roof to sleep on, food two times a day which was enough to erase the hunger, and a family to feel loved and secure All he had to do was study and work with his all might.
He was brought to present by the shake on his hand by his kid who was looking at his father with confusion making him look so adorable. Vedant smiled looking at his adorable child. Picking him up in his arms, and paying for the veggies, Vedant said looking at Nakul, "See beta, that Dada is selling us veggies and doing his studies as well. How hardworking he is."
"Yes Baba, Dada is a good boy!" Nakul squealed giving a big smile to that brother which he returned feeling shy.
"My baby is a good boy too!" Vedant pinched his kid's cheek playfully making him laugh and encircled his small hands around Vedant's neck, hugging his father.
Vedant was born poor but his willpower, willingness, courage, and determination made him what he is.
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'Look at my cousin Rishi, he cleans the utensils, brooms the floor, wipes the floor, cleans the house, buys glossary, and not only that, he even cooks food that is also yummy! He does not differentiate between a girl's and a boy's work. According to him, it is some basic skills which everyone should know for their living. But you...'
Avni's words made a strong impact on Nishant and decided to prove her wrong. Not because he wanted to genuinely learn it but because 'There isn't anything Nishant can't do and dare a mere girl to doubt his capabilities!'
So, he used to learn cooking after work from Mallika, his Vaine as she was a great cook and of his age and will obviously know Avni's taste.
Their teaching-learning was always fun with cleaning, food and its medicinal properties information as per Ayurveda, little dancing, and lots of scolding.
