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Consider this Raghav House(Ameeri Dekh Rahe Ho👀 Jnb ki)
After a great day, everyone headed back to Raghav's place. Raghav owns homes in Delhi, Pune, and Agra—he's quite the rich brat, having earned his wealth. He primarily lives in Agra, his parents reside in Delhi, and his sister lives in Pune.
Once back, they all went to their rooms to freshen up and think about dinner. It was late, and by then, even the restaurants were closed. Fiza, feeling famished, said, "Rhea, I'm really hungry. Please cook something." Anaya chimed in, clutching her stomach, "Yes, di, I'm starving too. Please make something."
Rhea replied, "I'm hungry too, but I'm so tired I can't cook right now." They were talking in the hallway when Aria came up to Rhea and said, "Mumma, I'm hungry."
Just then, the boys entered, all saying in unison, "We are hungry." Everyone started looking at each other, wondering what to do next. Rhea, feeling guilty, said, "I can cook, but I'm really exhausted."
Adi quickly suggested, "You just instruct us, and I'll cook." Raghav added, "Yes, bhabhi, you tell us what to do, and we'll handle it."
Haris, with a playful grin, said, "I'll help with cutting the vegetables. After all, I'm the cutter." He laughed, and everyone stared at him. Realizing the confusion, he quickly added, "I meant, as a surgeon, it's a habit! What were you all thinking?"
Everyone burst into laughter, and they moved to the kitchen to start preparing dinner under Rhea's guidance.
With Rhea's guidance, the kitchen turned into a lively scene. She started giving instructions, and everyone eagerly jumped in to help.
"Alright, let's start with the vegetables," Rhea said, trying to suppress a yawn.
"Got it!" Haris exclaimed, grabbing a knife. He started chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon, but his dramatic flair made everyone laugh. "See? Told you I'm good with knives!"
"Careful there, master chef," Anaya teased, tossing him an apron.
Raghav was next, assigned to peel and dice the onions. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled with the onions. "These onions are killing me!" he exclaimed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
