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Akanksha, a forensic expert and her husband Vihaan, a CBI officer must work together through the gulf in their marriage to catch a serial killer threatening to expose their secrets.
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When Aka...
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"The purpose of our lives is to be happy."— Dalai Lama
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Jaipur, India
I was all smiles as I whisked the batter of the cake, humming to myself. Clearly, Saturday had become my favourite day of the week where I had no work and could chill with my family all day long.
The past few days had been very hectic for me as there was a lot of work in the Bureau since Nitin Jha had been terminated from his job. Security had become tighter and every single thing was being monitored. New cameras were installed on the blank spots and our team was being reviewed again by Vihaan and Amar.
Finally, after days of work, I had a day off.
The batter was all ready to go in the tray. The rich smell of chocolate had filled the entire kitchen as I carefully filled the tray with the batter. After tapping the tray lightly against the kitchen counter a few times, I placed it inside the preheated oven and set the temperature.
I walked over to the refrigerator on the other side of the kitchen and took out the ingredients to make the chocolate ganache. Baking at home felt as if it was homemaking, all those aromas became a part of our lives as much as the fresh air and sunshine.
Baking always made me feel relaxed even if there was a mess around me, it was just therapeutic for me. The process was always time taking and tiring but the result was sweet and it was worth it. I was always in my own world when I was baking a cake, I could see myself building worlds of imagination as I whisked and measured. It was a beautiful choreography of my actions. It was that one thing that I was used to doing alone, without my friends.
After chopping the chocolate into small pieces, I set it aside and added the heavy whipping cream inside the microwave. Setting the timer for a minute, I waited for the cream to get warm.
It was my first time baking after I moved back in.
Although I and Vihaan were busy all the time, there was never a dull moment between us. Something had surely changed as smiles were exchanged more than usual and small talks kept us going through the day.
