With Them..💟✨️ (Completed)

Chapter 58

Heyyyy guys So here I am back after so many days. And for the compensation here is the longest chapter of the story.

A/N: So as I said this chapter contains a total of 4186 words so I hope you guys will not do the "kanjoosi" in voting and commenting:)

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The morning sun crept over the horizon, spilling its golden light across the world, soft and gentle, like the touch of a lover’s hand.

A delicate mist still clung to the earth, curling around the trees and grass, as if the night itself was reluctant to leave. The air, cool and crisp, held the scent of fresh earth and dew-kissed leaves, inviting every breath to be savored.

Birdsong filled the silence, their melodies rising like a sweet promise, woven into the rhythm of the wind.

The sky above shifted in colors, a delicate tapestry of lavender, rose, and gold, as though painted by the very fingers of dawn. The world was still, the calm unbroken, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle morning  breeze.

Angad and Aashi sat together, nestled on the couch. Aashi’s hands rested on her pregnant belly, her eyes half-closed in contentment as she enjoyed the quiet morning . Angad, however, seemed to have a glint of mischief in his eyes, his thoughts swirling with a plan that had been brewing in his mind for days.

"Aashi," he began, his voice laced with playfulness, "How would you feel if I cooked lunch for you ?"

She blinked, surprised by the suggestion. "You? Cook? What brought this on? Or waise bhi aap sandwiches bna sakte hai bas" she asked, her tone teasing yet curious.

Angad leaned back with a grin. "Well, you’re carrying our little one, and I thought... why not give you a break? You’ve been doing so much lately. And i couldnt only make sandwiches. You know i was a masterchef in my teens."

Aashi laughed softly, her hand instinctively brushing over her belly. "You don’t have to, Angad. I’m fine— And i beleive you were a MasterChef"

"You're laughing that means you dont. And please Let me do this," he interrupted, his voice earnest. "I’ve got it all planned out. You relax today. Trust me."

She eyed him skeptically but, seeing the determination in his eyes, she finally relented. "Alright, if you insist. But no burnt food, okay?"

Angad chuckled. "No promises, but I’ll do my best."

Just as he stood to go to the kitchen, the sound of footsteps approached, and his brothers—Advik and Adhyan appeared in the living room, drawn by the conversation.

"Did I hear something about cooking?" Advik asked, raising an eyebrow as he caught the tail end of the conversation.

Adhyan leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a grin. "You cooking, bhai? Now that I’d like to see."

Just then Ayaansh entered the room, the youngest of the group, chuckled. "Are we all in on this? Because if you’re cooking, I want in. I’ll be the taste tester."

Angad’s eyes lit up with a playful glint. "Actually, I was thinking we could make this a family affair. How about all of us cook for our ladies today? They’ve been taking care of us and our homes—it's our turn to give them something special."

The brothers exchanged looks before grinning in unison.

"I’m in," Advik said with a nod.

"Me too," Adhyan added. "Can’t let you take all the glory, bhai."