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Okay so looking at the snapchat update an idea came up to me... 😉
Namik or rather Shravan in apron was love... ❤️
I would really love if something like this happens on the show... though I also know it wouldn't!!! 🤣
PART 1
Taking off the black robe from his broad frame, Shravan opened the topmost button if his crisp white shirt. Delhi had turned too hot in the recent days and as soon as you come out of the secure and cool premises of your house or office or court or anything, you cannot help but wish to rush back in. Hurling the robe on his arm he started to move towards his car. It was the first hearing of Khosla case today and he had presented pretty intelligent and concrete points in front of the judge. Fortunately the first hearing went better than he expected. He could still not take his mind off of Suman's beautiful genuine smile... smile she had flashed at her hopeful Nanu after the hearing finished... smile that had a beautiful ray of hope and trust in them... smile that he hadn't seen on her face after the day he had horribly humiliated her in the reunion party. He flinched for a moment as he realised that he had been the reason to give her pain... pain that had snatched the innocent smile off her face... pain that had made her so calculated around him that she feared to trust him anymore. Or else why would she be have the way she did when he had gone to warn her about Verma. She had not given an ounce of worth to him albeit pushed him away from her... and run away sobbing softly. What hurt him more than the injury she had given him was her behaviour.
"Shravan beta..." Nanu called from behind. He turned around to see Nanu walking upto him with an affectionate smile gracing the corner of his lips. As he neared Shravan too smiled slightly at him and took a step ahead towards him.
"Ji Nanaji..."
"Beta bohot bohot shukriya tumhara ki tumne ain waqt par yeh case apne haatho mein liya... varna pata nahi hamare barso puraane ghar ka kya..."
"Nanaji... Please... aap aisa bolkar mujhe sharminda kar rahe hai... agar aap ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon toh mujhe bohot achha lagega..." he replied sweetly. Nanaji smiled and patting a hand on his head smiled affectionately. Suman couldn't help the slight smile that tucked the corner of her lips when she saw Nanu looking at Shravan with such admiration. Though how much she sound love believe, she cannot deny that he succeeded in gaining some of her admiration too... The way he has been working past few days for the case... day and night and then the victorious smile on his face after the hearing finished... as if he had already won the case. Though there was a long way to go but yet she felt happy... and secure.. happy too see her childhood buddy and her Nanu so affectionate of each other and secure because of the way Shravan had been protecting her... protecting her Nanu and her house... house which had so many beautiful memories of her mom, dad... her Shravan. He himself had said that. She could still remember the day he had so fiercely come and saved Nanaji from falling down and not only that but hit that creepy Verma in his ass for misbehaving with her. He had not given a damn to the place they were in, to the flock of people around, his image...nothing. It felt as if he only cared for her and her Nanu. The way had pulled her and Nanu out of that place taking her hand rightfully into his... not hesitating even for a moment... she could still feel something fluttering in the pit of her stomach while remembering that. Though she cannot remember the number of times they had touched each other during childhood, handshakes, little hugs, playful slaps and punches by her... or hell much more than those after he returned. The dance during the reunion was their closest encounter of life but still him holding her had that day had felt much more...something very different like never before. She had seen a glimpse of her old Shravan in him that day. His gaze still made her head reel. He hadn't left her hand till they reached to file the case. He was holding onto her hand as if the moment he would leave them, she would disappear from in front of his eyes.
Holy Mother Of God.. She had never seen Shravan so angry... he had looked like a lion. Never had she realised that her sweet nerdy skinny friend had metamorphosed into a man... a full fledged fierce man. Those 10 years had done wonders to his personality, voice, looks but at the same time he had become so stone hearted, quiet and irritating too. And these qualities were not at all something she had wanted in her Shravan.
'Her Shravan...'
Woah!! Where did that come from... when and how did he become hers??? She had been calling him as 'Her Shravan' throughout the thought process in her mind.
"Suman beta... jaldi aao... bhai itni kadi dhoop hain... kahi tumhare Nanu ko loo lag gayi toh Khosla bahana banakar phir aa jayega... is baar dawa lekar..." Nanu joked in a cute way that made Sumo smile as she rushed to him brushing her thoughts away from her mind.
"Sumo you have gone crazy with the stress... jhalli ho gayi hai tu..." she mumbled as she came and stood beside Nanu and held at his arm to take him to the car. Shravan had seen her standing near a few feet away lost in her thoughts. Though he always showed that he doesn't give her a damn but in hearts of hearts he cannot deny that he still cannot help noticing her... her expressions that could speak volumes... much more than her lips could. He had seem her nose scrunched up for a second and she would suddenly smile the next and then frown the next and then again smile the next. He wondered what was she thinking with such animated expressions.
This girl... Her eyes and her features... can they hide something from anyone... Or rather can they hide anything from him. He always had the god gifted ability to read her like an open book. She was like that since childhood. Her expressions always managed to gain attention by him... not only him man... but many many boys in school which was not appreciated by him. That was the most attractive thing about her. Her innocently beautiful expressions. Though she was the "GUNDI" of the school but still that essence of innocence of a girl always lingered in her. That feisty persona was one of the things he loved about her.
'LOVE... no ways!!! He cannot love anything about her... any damn thing. Coz that innocence He thought she had in her was all a facade. Reality was that she was a cruel, selfish and spoiled till rotten girl and that reality can never be changed...' He furiously thought brushing away 'SUMO THOUGHTS' from his mind that nowadays were always occupying his mind. DAMMIT!!!!
"Nanu... aise kaise aapki tabiyat kharab ho jayegi... main hoon na... aur rahi Khosla ki baat... toh use toh aap Shravan par chhod dijiye... mujhe pura yakeen hai us par... vo uski koi chaal kamiyaab nahi..." she said sweetly nonchalantly and suddenly stopped realising what she had been saying. She slowly lifted the corner of her eyes to gauge his reaction silently wishing that he might not have heard her... His smirk was very much saying the opposite thing. He has not only heard her but very very clearly "HEARD" her every damn word. She so wished that the earth would swallow her whole. What she said sounded cool to Nanu... it felt of two friends trusting each other wholeheartedly and it would have been sounded cool to even them too... but only 10 years ago.
10 years ago... when maybe she would not have expressed her trust on him so openly... due to her damn image.
10 years ago... when she was not at all formal with Shravan. She could tell him anything and everything under the sun and he would listen with a constant smile without judging her.
10 years ago when Shravan and Sumo were the best of friends... each other's true support systems.
"Earth to Suman..." Nanaji again said playfully, a little loud though, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly averted her eyes from him and turned to Nanu.
"Nanu chaliye...aaram se chaliye... jaldi chaliye..." she softly mumbled said as she held the umbrella upon his head to help him escape the burning heat of Delhi. Shravan saw her doing that and cannot help notice the small gesture that itself showed such deep care and love she had for her beloved Nanu. She was always protective of him but still that gesture was a very sweet one making him doubt on his assumptions about her. Was she really the cruel, selfish brat he had been thinking her to be. Her attitude since the day he returned was not showing him even the hint of the selfish girl... but all he got was love and care for people around her. As if she has started to value each and every person in her life.
Oh god... this girl!!! She had the ability to mess up his thoughts with a mere look. One second he is cursing and one second her is doubting his own curses... thinking such goody goody stuff about her. Has he gone MAD!!! He definitely has... why else would he be so confused about what his own heart was saying. He had been always the one to listen to heart. Other than professional matters... he always chose what his heart said rather than brain. Though his heart and brain would always fight a lot before he had to decide something and it was the heart winning most of the times. For example the day he had decided that yes he would leave for London... His own words rang in his ears... "Ab toh main London jaakar hi rahunga..." and then on the day of departure he suddenly realises that no he cannot leave. He had run away from the airport exactly 8 minutes after he had checked in. The sobbing face of Suman and eyes that had been so expectant when she had come to him with her case. Nanu that trusted him and more than him, trusted Suman... Her cracking voice while reciting the case and the creepy lustful words of Verma had clouded his mind so badly that he had not thinked twice before rushing out and taking a cab straight to the district court. He knew Sumo must be there to file the case. And reaching the court the scene in front of his eyes had blown him up. Verma trying to touch his Suman... with that her Khosla right beside him... that was the limit. His eyes had blinded with fury... he never knew he was capable of so much anger before that day. He had made his way to the place where Suman stood. He had needed to show him his right place. He had gone and slapped him with all his might and not once. He had vent out all the anger he had been stifling inside him the moment he had heard bad words out of him for Suman. No one... no one but him had the right to touch her... and he cannot tolerate any bloody jerk touching her.
"Jaldi chalu ya aaram se..." Nanu joked again making Suman chuckle. Her Nanu looked very happy today. The first hearing had been so week that the hopes to win had doubled in the old man. And his happiness essential was a result of the rays of hope that Shravan had not let fade but only strengthened. She helped him sit in the car and went around to the driver's seat. And with the first try her car had magically started. Thanking her lucky stars she drove away as as fast as she could.
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"Suman beta... zara case ki file toh dikhaana..." Nanu asked as he moved to his room after having a yummy meal cooked by Suman consisting of Rajma, Rice and a few bites of the dessert Apple Kheer that his sweet Suman had given him on a lot of buttering. Being a diabetic patient, Suman always saw to it that he doesn't have too much sweets. His grandchild was no less than his grandmother. He chuckled at the thought. Suman brought him the file and took a seat beside him on the bed of his room. He just wanted to have a look at the documents once. Suman all the while took out his tablets from the wrappers so that he could have them and take his afternoon nap.
"Suman... beta yeh ghar ke papers ki copy toh Shravan ko deni thi na... tumne diye nahi..." He asked gaining her attention. She slapped her forehead as she remembered Shravan had called her last night and also her to give him the copies of all the documents after the first hearing finished.
"Oh my god Nanu... mai toh yeh Shravan ko dena bhool hi gayi..." she uttered.
"Koi baat nahi beta... ek kaam kar abhi jaakar de de use... zyada waqt kaha hua hai... gaadi lekar jaa... jaldi pohonch jayegi..." the old man said lovingly. How did he managed to be so calm all the time... she wondered. Nodding her head in positive she handed him the meds and smiled as she got a hold of the file before she turned around to leave the room.
"Ek kaam karna... jaate waqt Shravan ke liye Rajma Chawal aur Kheer leti jaana... use dono hi bohot pasand hai na..." Nanu called as she reached the door. She turned and nodded hesitatingly before leaving. God she had to take his favourite delicacies for him now. Okay she admits she herself was thinking about him while preparing those but still what would he make of it if she took him favourite food.
"Suman... tu Nanu ke kehne par lekar jaa rahi hai... itna kyu soch rahi hai... use jo sochna hain soche... tujhe usse kya..." she mentally slapped herself for giving so much importance to what Shravan thought. She quickly packed the food and was about to leave the kitchen when she remembered something. Opening the box of Kheer she added two spoonfuls of blanched roasted almonds into it and then packed it again. If she has to give him his favourite dish, why not give him the way he liked. Shravan always had a weakness for almonds. His favourite dry fruit. He would always love his desserts topped with generous amount of almonds.
"Waise bhi yeh jab mere ghar aur mere Nanu ke liye itna kuch kar raha hai... toh main toh use uske pasand ke ek bowl Kheer de sakti hoon... sirf uska shukriya adaa karne ke liye... Kya farq padega... hai ki nahi Sumo..." she thought to herself and smiling at the convincing reasons we started the car.
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Shravan threw the remote on the other side of the bed as he felt his stomach grumble for the 3rd time. Hell... even the oils and masala commercials on television wanted to tease him with yummy pictures of mouth watering delicacies. The cook had taken a half day leave on the perfect day while Vandy and Chachi were as usual on their spending spree.
Enough was enough!! If there was no one to cook for him then so be it. He either didn't need anybody. He will cook for himself. Was it a mammoth task for an Oxford topper like him...Naah!!!! Although he can go to a restaurant with some of his friends and have an awesome meal but then next day his stomach will be very upset at him for stuffing it with food that it cannot digest. So go for it Shravan!!
What do we need to to do!! Combine a few ingredients and vegetables along with oil and sabzi is ready while combine some flour with water and dough is ready. Yes... he will make himself a few rotis and a sabzi and have the time of his life enjoying his own delicious cooking. YES... he can definitely do it. After all he was Shravan Malhotra.
Shravan took hold of the apron and quickly pulled it above his head before tying the know at the behind. Okay so first of all he needs to find the flour and some veggies. He searched the fridge to find some capsicums, aubergines, green leafy veggies and such stuff. Yes he loved capsicums. He took out a few and then started hunting for the flour. He opened the first cabinet only too see it stuffed with oils cans. He tried the second one to find different containers all containing some white powders in them. He got hold of a few and took them out. Okay so by his lil knowledge about kitchen he separated sugar and salt from them. Now three more containers stood in front of him. One small and two large. He s opened the smaller one and sniffed only to sneeze loudly. What the hell was that... definitely not flour. May be some drugs... woah... his kitchen had drugs.. whatever!! He eliminated that too. Now one of the 2 other had a pure white powder in it and another some off white powder in it. Now what do we use to make rotis. He remembered rotis aren't pure white so maybe the off white thing was used to make it. He decided to use it. Pushing all other containers he took out some of the flour in a plate and after washing the capsicum and getting some onions he took out the chopping board to chop it.
He started chopping the vegetables. Well the pieces were a little bigger than what people regularly cut but that was fine... after all after eating it has to turn into crumbles into his stomach. Then he put a pan on the stove and lit it. Putting some oil into it, he started to make the dough. Adding a lil water he started kneading it with his hands. He saw it turning to crumbles. He put some more water and then some more and then again started kneading. His perfectly gelled hair, now dishevelled due to his rushing activities, kept falling onto his eyes. He tried to push them by his forearm but they were his hair... messy and stubborn like him. A flash of a teenage face of a girl flashed in front of his eyes. Suman had been such a good cook since school times. She loved it. The way she chopped veggies... so finely and neatly and the way she kneaded dough... messing herself just the way he has done himself but then her dough would become perfect. Soft and smooth. He would always come and watch her cooking whenever he was free because he loved to. It was a secret fantasy of his to see her cooking like this for him in the future. The smoke coming from the pan caught his attention and he rushed towards it accidently spilling the quilt glass of water into the dough. He lowered the flame to add the veggies into the oil with the sticky dough hands. Again this Suman had managed to make a mess of his work. Oh god.. that fantasy all had been nothing but a mere childishness. Truth was that that there was no future of his with a girl like Suman.
The kitchen surely looked like a battle field. And at the sight of Shravan in a stained apron, messy hair, sticky doughy hands and an irritated expression was a sight she couldn't help chuckling at. Shravan heard a giggle as getting put the veggies into the hot oil. His head snapped up to see Suman. It distracted him and he put it in with a haste that resulted in the oil droplets splash on his hand and a few even on his cheeks. He bewailed a moan of pain as the hot drops touched his skin. Suman forgot her laugh as she rushed at his side.
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Namik or rather Shravan in apron was love... ❤️
I would really love if something like this happens on the show... though I also know it wouldn't!!! 🤣
PART 1
Taking off the black robe from his broad frame, Shravan opened the topmost button if his crisp white shirt. Delhi had turned too hot in the recent days and as soon as you come out of the secure and cool premises of your house or office or court or anything, you cannot help but wish to rush back in. Hurling the robe on his arm he started to move towards his car. It was the first hearing of Khosla case today and he had presented pretty intelligent and concrete points in front of the judge. Fortunately the first hearing went better than he expected. He could still not take his mind off of Suman's beautiful genuine smile... smile she had flashed at her hopeful Nanu after the hearing finished... smile that had a beautiful ray of hope and trust in them... smile that he hadn't seen on her face after the day he had horribly humiliated her in the reunion party. He flinched for a moment as he realised that he had been the reason to give her pain... pain that had snatched the innocent smile off her face... pain that had made her so calculated around him that she feared to trust him anymore. Or else why would she be have the way she did when he had gone to warn her about Verma. She had not given an ounce of worth to him albeit pushed him away from her... and run away sobbing softly. What hurt him more than the injury she had given him was her behaviour.
"Shravan beta..." Nanu called from behind. He turned around to see Nanu walking upto him with an affectionate smile gracing the corner of his lips. As he neared Shravan too smiled slightly at him and took a step ahead towards him.
"Ji Nanaji..."
"Beta bohot bohot shukriya tumhara ki tumne ain waqt par yeh case apne haatho mein liya... varna pata nahi hamare barso puraane ghar ka kya..."
"Nanaji... Please... aap aisa bolkar mujhe sharminda kar rahe hai... agar aap ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon toh mujhe bohot achha lagega..." he replied sweetly. Nanaji smiled and patting a hand on his head smiled affectionately. Suman couldn't help the slight smile that tucked the corner of her lips when she saw Nanu looking at Shravan with such admiration. Though how much she sound love believe, she cannot deny that he succeeded in gaining some of her admiration too... The way he has been working past few days for the case... day and night and then the victorious smile on his face after the hearing finished... as if he had already won the case. Though there was a long way to go but yet she felt happy... and secure.. happy too see her childhood buddy and her Nanu so affectionate of each other and secure because of the way Shravan had been protecting her... protecting her Nanu and her house... house which had so many beautiful memories of her mom, dad... her Shravan. He himself had said that. She could still remember the day he had so fiercely come and saved Nanaji from falling down and not only that but hit that creepy Verma in his ass for misbehaving with her. He had not given a damn to the place they were in, to the flock of people around, his image...nothing. It felt as if he only cared for her and her Nanu. The way had pulled her and Nanu out of that place taking her hand rightfully into his... not hesitating even for a moment... she could still feel something fluttering in the pit of her stomach while remembering that. Though she cannot remember the number of times they had touched each other during childhood, handshakes, little hugs, playful slaps and punches by her... or hell much more than those after he returned. The dance during the reunion was their closest encounter of life but still him holding her had that day had felt much more...something very different like never before. She had seen a glimpse of her old Shravan in him that day. His gaze still made her head reel. He hadn't left her hand till they reached to file the case. He was holding onto her hand as if the moment he would leave them, she would disappear from in front of his eyes.
Holy Mother Of God.. She had never seen Shravan so angry... he had looked like a lion. Never had she realised that her sweet nerdy skinny friend had metamorphosed into a man... a full fledged fierce man. Those 10 years had done wonders to his personality, voice, looks but at the same time he had become so stone hearted, quiet and irritating too. And these qualities were not at all something she had wanted in her Shravan.
'Her Shravan...'
Woah!! Where did that come from... when and how did he become hers??? She had been calling him as 'Her Shravan' throughout the thought process in her mind.
"Suman beta... jaldi aao... bhai itni kadi dhoop hain... kahi tumhare Nanu ko loo lag gayi toh Khosla bahana banakar phir aa jayega... is baar dawa lekar..." Nanu joked in a cute way that made Sumo smile as she rushed to him brushing her thoughts away from her mind.
"Sumo you have gone crazy with the stress... jhalli ho gayi hai tu..." she mumbled as she came and stood beside Nanu and held at his arm to take him to the car. Shravan had seen her standing near a few feet away lost in her thoughts. Though he always showed that he doesn't give her a damn but in hearts of hearts he cannot deny that he still cannot help noticing her... her expressions that could speak volumes... much more than her lips could. He had seem her nose scrunched up for a second and she would suddenly smile the next and then frown the next and then again smile the next. He wondered what was she thinking with such animated expressions.
This girl... Her eyes and her features... can they hide something from anyone... Or rather can they hide anything from him. He always had the god gifted ability to read her like an open book. She was like that since childhood. Her expressions always managed to gain attention by him... not only him man... but many many boys in school which was not appreciated by him. That was the most attractive thing about her. Her innocently beautiful expressions. Though she was the "GUNDI" of the school but still that essence of innocence of a girl always lingered in her. That feisty persona was one of the things he loved about her.
'LOVE... no ways!!! He cannot love anything about her... any damn thing. Coz that innocence He thought she had in her was all a facade. Reality was that she was a cruel, selfish and spoiled till rotten girl and that reality can never be changed...' He furiously thought brushing away 'SUMO THOUGHTS' from his mind that nowadays were always occupying his mind. DAMMIT!!!!
"Nanu... aise kaise aapki tabiyat kharab ho jayegi... main hoon na... aur rahi Khosla ki baat... toh use toh aap Shravan par chhod dijiye... mujhe pura yakeen hai us par... vo uski koi chaal kamiyaab nahi..." she said sweetly nonchalantly and suddenly stopped realising what she had been saying. She slowly lifted the corner of her eyes to gauge his reaction silently wishing that he might not have heard her... His smirk was very much saying the opposite thing. He has not only heard her but very very clearly "HEARD" her every damn word. She so wished that the earth would swallow her whole. What she said sounded cool to Nanu... it felt of two friends trusting each other wholeheartedly and it would have been sounded cool to even them too... but only 10 years ago.
10 years ago... when maybe she would not have expressed her trust on him so openly... due to her damn image.
10 years ago... when she was not at all formal with Shravan. She could tell him anything and everything under the sun and he would listen with a constant smile without judging her.
10 years ago when Shravan and Sumo were the best of friends... each other's true support systems.
"Earth to Suman..." Nanaji again said playfully, a little loud though, pulling her out of her thoughts. She quickly averted her eyes from him and turned to Nanu.
"Nanu chaliye...aaram se chaliye... jaldi chaliye..." she softly mumbled said as she held the umbrella upon his head to help him escape the burning heat of Delhi. Shravan saw her doing that and cannot help notice the small gesture that itself showed such deep care and love she had for her beloved Nanu. She was always protective of him but still that gesture was a very sweet one making him doubt on his assumptions about her. Was she really the cruel, selfish brat he had been thinking her to be. Her attitude since the day he returned was not showing him even the hint of the selfish girl... but all he got was love and care for people around her. As if she has started to value each and every person in her life.
Oh god... this girl!!! She had the ability to mess up his thoughts with a mere look. One second he is cursing and one second her is doubting his own curses... thinking such goody goody stuff about her. Has he gone MAD!!! He definitely has... why else would he be so confused about what his own heart was saying. He had been always the one to listen to heart. Other than professional matters... he always chose what his heart said rather than brain. Though his heart and brain would always fight a lot before he had to decide something and it was the heart winning most of the times. For example the day he had decided that yes he would leave for London... His own words rang in his ears... "Ab toh main London jaakar hi rahunga..." and then on the day of departure he suddenly realises that no he cannot leave. He had run away from the airport exactly 8 minutes after he had checked in. The sobbing face of Suman and eyes that had been so expectant when she had come to him with her case. Nanu that trusted him and more than him, trusted Suman... Her cracking voice while reciting the case and the creepy lustful words of Verma had clouded his mind so badly that he had not thinked twice before rushing out and taking a cab straight to the district court. He knew Sumo must be there to file the case. And reaching the court the scene in front of his eyes had blown him up. Verma trying to touch his Suman... with that her Khosla right beside him... that was the limit. His eyes had blinded with fury... he never knew he was capable of so much anger before that day. He had made his way to the place where Suman stood. He had needed to show him his right place. He had gone and slapped him with all his might and not once. He had vent out all the anger he had been stifling inside him the moment he had heard bad words out of him for Suman. No one... no one but him had the right to touch her... and he cannot tolerate any bloody jerk touching her.
"Jaldi chalu ya aaram se..." Nanu joked again making Suman chuckle. Her Nanu looked very happy today. The first hearing had been so week that the hopes to win had doubled in the old man. And his happiness essential was a result of the rays of hope that Shravan had not let fade but only strengthened. She helped him sit in the car and went around to the driver's seat. And with the first try her car had magically started. Thanking her lucky stars she drove away as as fast as she could.
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"Suman beta... zara case ki file toh dikhaana..." Nanu asked as he moved to his room after having a yummy meal cooked by Suman consisting of Rajma, Rice and a few bites of the dessert Apple Kheer that his sweet Suman had given him on a lot of buttering. Being a diabetic patient, Suman always saw to it that he doesn't have too much sweets. His grandchild was no less than his grandmother. He chuckled at the thought. Suman brought him the file and took a seat beside him on the bed of his room. He just wanted to have a look at the documents once. Suman all the while took out his tablets from the wrappers so that he could have them and take his afternoon nap.
"Suman... beta yeh ghar ke papers ki copy toh Shravan ko deni thi na... tumne diye nahi..." He asked gaining her attention. She slapped her forehead as she remembered Shravan had called her last night and also her to give him the copies of all the documents after the first hearing finished.
"Oh my god Nanu... mai toh yeh Shravan ko dena bhool hi gayi..." she uttered.
"Koi baat nahi beta... ek kaam kar abhi jaakar de de use... zyada waqt kaha hua hai... gaadi lekar jaa... jaldi pohonch jayegi..." the old man said lovingly. How did he managed to be so calm all the time... she wondered. Nodding her head in positive she handed him the meds and smiled as she got a hold of the file before she turned around to leave the room.
"Ek kaam karna... jaate waqt Shravan ke liye Rajma Chawal aur Kheer leti jaana... use dono hi bohot pasand hai na..." Nanu called as she reached the door. She turned and nodded hesitatingly before leaving. God she had to take his favourite delicacies for him now. Okay she admits she herself was thinking about him while preparing those but still what would he make of it if she took him favourite food.
"Suman... tu Nanu ke kehne par lekar jaa rahi hai... itna kyu soch rahi hai... use jo sochna hain soche... tujhe usse kya..." she mentally slapped herself for giving so much importance to what Shravan thought. She quickly packed the food and was about to leave the kitchen when she remembered something. Opening the box of Kheer she added two spoonfuls of blanched roasted almonds into it and then packed it again. If she has to give him his favourite dish, why not give him the way he liked. Shravan always had a weakness for almonds. His favourite dry fruit. He would always love his desserts topped with generous amount of almonds.
"Waise bhi yeh jab mere ghar aur mere Nanu ke liye itna kuch kar raha hai... toh main toh use uske pasand ke ek bowl Kheer de sakti hoon... sirf uska shukriya adaa karne ke liye... Kya farq padega... hai ki nahi Sumo..." she thought to herself and smiling at the convincing reasons we started the car.
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Shravan threw the remote on the other side of the bed as he felt his stomach grumble for the 3rd time. Hell... even the oils and masala commercials on television wanted to tease him with yummy pictures of mouth watering delicacies. The cook had taken a half day leave on the perfect day while Vandy and Chachi were as usual on their spending spree.
Enough was enough!! If there was no one to cook for him then so be it. He either didn't need anybody. He will cook for himself. Was it a mammoth task for an Oxford topper like him...Naah!!!! Although he can go to a restaurant with some of his friends and have an awesome meal but then next day his stomach will be very upset at him for stuffing it with food that it cannot digest. So go for it Shravan!!
What do we need to to do!! Combine a few ingredients and vegetables along with oil and sabzi is ready while combine some flour with water and dough is ready. Yes... he will make himself a few rotis and a sabzi and have the time of his life enjoying his own delicious cooking. YES... he can definitely do it. After all he was Shravan Malhotra.
Shravan took hold of the apron and quickly pulled it above his head before tying the know at the behind. Okay so first of all he needs to find the flour and some veggies. He searched the fridge to find some capsicums, aubergines, green leafy veggies and such stuff. Yes he loved capsicums. He took out a few and then started hunting for the flour. He opened the first cabinet only too see it stuffed with oils cans. He tried the second one to find different containers all containing some white powders in them. He got hold of a few and took them out. Okay so by his lil knowledge about kitchen he separated sugar and salt from them. Now three more containers stood in front of him. One small and two large. He s opened the smaller one and sniffed only to sneeze loudly. What the hell was that... definitely not flour. May be some drugs... woah... his kitchen had drugs.. whatever!! He eliminated that too. Now one of the 2 other had a pure white powder in it and another some off white powder in it. Now what do we use to make rotis. He remembered rotis aren't pure white so maybe the off white thing was used to make it. He decided to use it. Pushing all other containers he took out some of the flour in a plate and after washing the capsicum and getting some onions he took out the chopping board to chop it.
He started chopping the vegetables. Well the pieces were a little bigger than what people regularly cut but that was fine... after all after eating it has to turn into crumbles into his stomach. Then he put a pan on the stove and lit it. Putting some oil into it, he started to make the dough. Adding a lil water he started kneading it with his hands. He saw it turning to crumbles. He put some more water and then some more and then again started kneading. His perfectly gelled hair, now dishevelled due to his rushing activities, kept falling onto his eyes. He tried to push them by his forearm but they were his hair... messy and stubborn like him. A flash of a teenage face of a girl flashed in front of his eyes. Suman had been such a good cook since school times. She loved it. The way she chopped veggies... so finely and neatly and the way she kneaded dough... messing herself just the way he has done himself but then her dough would become perfect. Soft and smooth. He would always come and watch her cooking whenever he was free because he loved to. It was a secret fantasy of his to see her cooking like this for him in the future. The smoke coming from the pan caught his attention and he rushed towards it accidently spilling the quilt glass of water into the dough. He lowered the flame to add the veggies into the oil with the sticky dough hands. Again this Suman had managed to make a mess of his work. Oh god.. that fantasy all had been nothing but a mere childishness. Truth was that that there was no future of his with a girl like Suman.
The kitchen surely looked like a battle field. And at the sight of Shravan in a stained apron, messy hair, sticky doughy hands and an irritated expression was a sight she couldn't help chuckling at. Shravan heard a giggle as getting put the veggies into the hot oil. His head snapped up to see Suman. It distracted him and he put it in with a haste that resulted in the oil droplets splash on his hand and a few even on his cheeks. He bewailed a moan of pain as the hot drops touched his skin. Suman forgot her laugh as she rushed at his side.
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