CHAPTER 42
Anjali
My mother insisted she cooks everything personally, but the time was less and I was in no mood to cook with my mother. Generally, I don’t mind cooking, but cooking along with my mother is equal to torturing myself.
“Don’t chop like that.”
“So much salt you will add!!!”
“You know zero cooking. How will you survive at your in laws?”
“Is this how you place cooker’s lid?”
It will be one hell of taunt for my cooking skills that I am entirely proud of. So, I convinced her and dad to dine in the Italian restaurant that Arav and I went for the first time. Rishab said he cannot join. Initially, I thought he was avoiding me because of guilt. I talked to him also, telling him that, though I am disappointed, I can forgive him after all he is my brother. He apologized sincerel
