A promise: That changed my life

Chapter 5: First rasoi

Siya

Last night I may have fallen asleep faster out of my tiredness but I slept in the position of big animals who are forced to sleep in the small cages. Sleeping on the cough was surely the worst choice I made in a while. It has given me a stronger ache in my neck, arms, back, and legs, in short, everywhere.

Stretching my arms to release some of my pain didn't help much as I got up, freshen up, and off to the living room.

"Bhabhi sa woke up early." Sunny stated, seeing me, Suddenly I got a neck ache. When I moved my head to glance at him, I squinted my visions in pain.

"Are you okay?" Maa sa asks.

"Yes, I guess," I replied.

"I think...last night, Karan bro was wild." Kaya teased, I was on my way to refuse her but what would I say that Karan and I didn't even sleep together.

"Ohh, in that case, you should take a rest." Maa sa suggested to me.

I deny her with a smile, "I am okay, it's just a small ache. It will go."

She nodded, gesturing to me to sit with them, as she spoke "By the way, we have a family ritual that the new bride of the house should make something sweet to eat for the family on her first day. First rasoi you know."

"Ohh, so what should I make?" I asked them, and It was my mistake.

"Anything, but first, I want a cup of tea and some paratha," Thakur sa says.

"How about a chocolate cake with a latte mocha?" Kaya advises me.

"oh, my Firangi sis, you aren't sitting in the French cafe, Bhabhi sa, you make simple Gulab jamun," Sunny said.

"Oye, Gulab jamun is so sugary, dad has diabetes and you want us to get too?" Kaya argues.

"Come on, you French." Sunny throws a tissue on Kaya's face as she throws back.

"Adah, ignore them and make besan ke laddoo." Maa sa, suggests.

"Whatever, will I get my Paratha? I am starving." Thakur sa uttered between the arguments.

"What Karan sa likes?" My question spread the silence among them like a vampire has spread plagued around the village, they looked at me like I asked them something wrong.

Maa sa's lips slowly lift in a grin, replying, "Kheer, he likes pistachios kheer a lot."

I nodded and a maid, who must be in her 60s showed me the kitchen, "Do we have all the items of chocolate cake, latte, tea, Paratha, gulab jamun, and kheer?" I asked her.

"Yes, bahu sa." She replies.

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Karan

When I woke up from bed, she was already gone as her half blanket was laying on the floor and the other half was on the couch. I got up and wore my slippers, folding the blanket properly. I placed it back on the bed.

I walk towards the closet, only to find her suitcases along with her clothes laying messily all over the floor.

She is the messiest girl, I ever know.

My breath sucked in, bewildered when I saw her colorful sexy bras and panties were popping up through the suitcase. My dick hardened. I remember how cutely she behaved last night, drinking milk, playing with the petals of roses like an innocent child, and now watching this has given me the different fantasy of me with her.

Innocent yet dirty is equal to my type.

I wonder how sexy she will look in these, how soft her breast will feel in my big palms when I will squeeze- I shook my dirty thoughts away and picked them up and threw them in the basket. I don't know why I am thinking this in the first place.

After the shower, I wore my cream-colored jacket on top of my navy blue shirt with black jeans, combing my hair with the help of my fingers. I descended the stairs to the living room where everyone was talking loudly in some sort of happiness.

Siya

"I make them wait a lot," I mumbled, putting everything on the table with the help of that old maid whose name I came to know is Janabai.

Everyone was looking at the food curiously because I covered it with white clothing as a surprise, "So what do you made?" Maa sa asked me.

"Umm...I was a bit confused so I made these all." I said, pulling out the cloth.

They stare at the food with enthusiasm, "You made everything we wished?" Thakur sa says in disbelief.

"Sort ta. Please try and tell me. It's my first time, I made so many desserts at a time." I simply requested.

They all picked up their orders, and slowly they dig in as I hear the sounds like "Umm," "Yum," "tasty" around the table.

"This cake is so tasty I am pretty sure, Karan bro will choose this only," Kaya spoke.

"No, Karan likes kheer, he will choose that." Maa sa said in the opposite of Kaya. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Challenge?" Kaya extended her palm.

"Accepted."

"Good morning," we hear Karan's voice, "What is happening here?" he asked, closing the button of his shirt's wrist.

Sexily.

"Bha-," Kaya was about to reply when Maa sa interrupts her with a signal of keeping her mouth shut that I don't get.

"Come and try this," Maa sa tells him. He peeked at the dining table filled with so much food especially mouth-watering desserts.

And the first thing, He grabs was the bowl of Kheer, "Wow, Maa, this is amazing!" he spoke, putting another spoon of Kheer in the mouth.

"Bro, I lost the challenge cause of you!" Kaya scolds him playfully.

"What I did?" He asks, baffled.

"Kaya challenged me that you will pick cake first and as a mother I knew that my son will take kheer." Maa sa proudly stated.

"Absolutely, thanks for making this, Maa." He says, perking a kiss on her cheeks.

"No, it's not me, Adah made all this." His gazes move to me in utter confusion.

"Really?"

I nodded with a chuckle.

"Ok, now I better get going I don't wanna be late." He spoke.

"Wait, Karan!" Maa sa called him.

"Yes?"

"I was thinking we should visit our Kuldevi's temple tomorrow for Shanti pooja." She tells him.

"But tomorrow evening is the reception and everyone is gonna show up since we didn't invite them to the wedding." Karan clarified.

"Don't worry, it won't take much time."