Nothing but still Something... [Book 1 of Something Series]

Chapter 28

Pratha's POV:
We were playing carom when suddenly Avni took a break and said, " Let's take a break and grab some snacks, please!"

I replied, "Oh, but Avni, you know I don't know how to cook."

Aarush chimed in, "Don't worry, Mamu will help you. He knows how to cook."

We all laughed, and I said, "Alright, Garv ji, today you're going to teach me how to cook. Let's go downstairs to the kitchen."

As we entered the kitchen, Garv asked, "So, what do you want to eat?"

I was shocked and asked, "Wait, you're actually going to cook for me?"

He smiled and said, "Yep, Aarush told you right, I know how to cook. But for now, let me cook for you, jaan." He winked at me, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Okay, then I want to eat aloo paratha with Dahi." I said.

"Okay, madam, so tell me where the wheat flour and potatoes are? " he asked.

I pointed to the pantry and said, "The wheat flour is in that cabinet over there, and the potatoes are in the vegetable basket." I couldn't help but stare at Garv as he started boiling the potatoes. His confidence in the kitchen was quite impressive.

Riya's POV:
Rishabh and I were both in the car. I'm angry with him because he didn't inform me about that when he reached India because he told me that he will come back after holi yeah he changed the planned first he told me that he will come India before holi and then he told me that he will come after holi and now he is here. I'm not gonna talk with him. I was not in plan to go to his house but my boss told me that the client wants me to their house for the party because it's take me a lot of time to know about which type of decorations will suit in their house yeah the client is none other than rishabh's elder brother named Aarav.

Rishabh's POV:
Riya isn't talking to me. Maybe she's angry because I didn't tell her when I'm coming. Should I talk to her? Wait, look at her hands. She's making a punching gesture.

"Kishor ji, tell me something about you," I asked the driver.

"Sir, me?" he asked.

"Yeah, Kishor ji, you," I said.

"Sir, now what should I say? The vegetables have become very expensive," he said.

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yeah, sir, it's 200 rupees per kilogram," he said.

"200 rupees is not expensive, Kishor ji," I said.

"Bhaiya, leave it because he doesn't know the value of 200 rupees," Riya interrupted.

"What did you just say? I don't know the value, huh!" I asked.

"Why did I give an answer to you, Mr. Pumpkin?" Riya said with a fake smile.

"Pumpkin kise kaha tumne huh?" I asked.

"Tumhe kyuki tum dikhte hi Pumpkin jaise ho..." she said.

" abhi agar car se bahar khada ho jau toh logo ki line lag jayegi." I said in confidence, but my confidence breaks when I heard her words.

" haa jarur Bari Bari se chappal Marne ke liye..." she said while laughing, and kishor Ji was laughing too after he heard her.

She's finally smiling and happy. I want her to be happy, whether it's through teasing me or even playfully hitting me. She's mine, mine to love and care for.

Author's POV:
Pratha and Garv found themselves in the kitchen, their proximity growing closer by the second. As Garv stood beside her, Pratha could feel her heart racing, her shoulders gently grazing against his chest. In that tender moment, their connection was interrupted by Archit's sudden entrance. His eyes locked onto Pratha and Garv, and in that instant, a mix of shock, betrayal, and hurt flashed across his face. Without uttering a word, Archit swiftly exited the house, his emotions overwhelming him. Unable to contain his concern, he dialed Pratha's father, hoping to find solace and guidance in this unexpected situation.