The Melody Of Our Love

28. Her complaints

Mehar's pov::::

Finally I am here,in my house ,in my room .oops! Our room.

When I came back mom engulfed me in a tight hug and didn't let me go for five minutes.she was crying while apologizing to me again and again .

So me ,viren and papa had to tell her really really bad jokes and after that she laughed so hard.

Then,a special person entered in the scenes.ofcourse,you can guess who .

My husband.

When he entered everyone glared at him .I was just trying to control my laugh .

This is going to be so much fun .

I looked at mom and started my drama ...

" Mumma bohat bhuk lggi aa schii." I said while looking at her with puppy eyes and small pout on my lips.
(Mom,I am so hungry.)

"Aree,why didn't you told me earlier.tell me what you want to eat .I will make it for you."

I was going to answer her but then a gentle but deep voice cut me in between .

"You all can sleep as it's already late at night .I will make her dinner." He said and everyone were just looking at him surprisingly ,except me.

I know he can cook,the great great mafia boss didn't let his family know that he can cook very well .

But I know.and I am going to use this as my weapon for torturing him.

"Bhai you will make food for bhabi.seriously.Do you even know the C of cooking " viren said and laughed loudly while rolling on the table.

Everyone was trying to control their laugh and he was just standing there glaring at us for making his fun.

"Tu rehne de,kya pata jala hua khaana khilaaye meri bachii ko .main khud bana dungi uske liye." Mumma said ..

"No need mom.i know how to cook and also her favourites." Karan said and went to kitchen.

"Chal puttar tu khaa apne pati ke haath ka bana khaana or achee se tang kar usse .ham chale sone." This time papa ji said.

And got upto go to their room.

"Kyun ,aap log nahi khaa rahe kya khaana?" I asked them confusingly

"Are bhabhi vo ajj naa papa ke friend ke bete ki engagement thi toh ham sab toh vahi se khaa ke aaye hai."

I made an 'o' face and nodded at them.

They all departed to their room after wishing me goodnight.

I sat there for five minutes and then headed to kitchen to see what my husband is doing.

My breath hitched when I saw the real piece of art working in the kitchen .

He has wore black vest with black sweatpants and an apron on his waist.

In the kitchen,he was moving with a determined grace, his hands a blur of activity as he expertly diced, sliced, and sautéed. Veins bulged beneath his whitish and bit tan skin, resembling rivers coursing with the energy of his culinary passion. Each sinewy line seemed to tell a story of relentless dedication, a testament to his tireless pursuit of perfection in the kitchen.

I walked towards him and feeling my gaze on him ,he looked up and locked his black eyes with mine.

I took deliberate steps towards him.

There was an hint of amusement and affection on his face.

He turned himself fully towards me and when I reached just one step away from him,I suddenly changed my  path and took a step toward right where the fridge was placed.