Aarav
We reach home, and I ask Anjali to take a rest, while I go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I know how to cook; I learned from my mom; she is an amazing cook.
I am finished cooking dinner and go to the bedroom to see Anjali in deep thought.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, and she jolts up.
She places her hand on her chest, “You scared me,”
“Sorry kitten,”
She nods.
I sit beside her. “So tell me what are you thinking about?”
She places her head on my shoulder. “What would have happened if you didn’t come on time?”
I hold her cheeks, “I am here na you need not worry just forget it. Ok?”
She nods.
“Let’s have dinner,”
She looks at me surprisingly, “Did you order food?”
“No, I prepared it,”
“What? You know how to cook? That’s great,” she says and I smile a
