Accidentally yours

This is what you call cooking?" Shalini scoffed, poking at the roti with the edge of a spoon. "Too thick, slightly burnt, and don't even get me started on the dal! No wonder my son has lost weight after marriage. You can't even make a proper meal!"
Aradhya exhaled slowly, her patience wearing thin.
Straightening her back, she turned to Shalini with a calm, almost amused smile. "You're right, Maaji," she said sweetly. "I'm not the best cook. But you've been making food for over thirty years, so I'm sure your experience is unmatched. Maybe if you cook every day for the next few months, I can watch and learn from the expert herself."

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"I've had enough of you, Aradhya! You're useless-can't cook properly, don't behave the way a wife should, and you always have something to say. Get out of my house! Right now!"
For a moment, silence settled between them. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick and suffocating.
Then, Aradhya let out a soft, bitter laugh.
She tilted her head, folding her arms as she looked at him with an amused smirk. "Your house?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That's funny, Abhimaan. Because the last time I checked, I was the one managing this so-called house while you sat around acting like a king. Who wakes up before dawn to make sure everything runs smoothly?Who handles your family's tantrums while you conveniently disappear? Who turned this place into a home while you took it for granted?".
Abhimaan's jaw tightened, but she wasn't done.
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