SS: Desi Pasta...PLAGARISED NOTE pg 21 - Page 7

Arnav sat inside his office cabin burping his wits out. How can someone eat those oily, heavy things? His stomach burnt and he felt uneasy.

"Can I come in?", Khushi peeked inside.

"Umph", he burped. "Khushi… come inside", he gestured her.

"What happened Arnav? You ok", she saw her face pale.

"I don't think so and I don't think I can eat the damn breakfast regularly."

"You had indian breakfast?", she asked with greedy eyes and he nodded.

"What did you have Arnav?"

"Some oily puris, some halwa, some…", he stopped as she saw her taking big gulps.

"Halwa puri!!", she squealed but stopped looking at his stern face.

"Ok fine, I'll help you with your acidity", she rummaged through her bag and found a bottle of 'churan'. "Here take it", she extended it.

"What is this?",he asked eyeing the bottle suspiciously.

"Arnav this is indigestion powder your acidity will fly away in an instant", she did a happy jump.

"I'm not having that", he declared.

"Please Arnav! I guarantee it will help", her earnest expression made him have it and then his facial expression turned funny.

"Gosh Khushi its so tangy", he gulped down a glass of water and she patted his back.

" Trust me this will help", she moved back and was about to move out of his cabin when she felt a pull towards him.

"Arnav…", her sentence died in her mouth as his mouth came crashing against hers, sucking the petals. He left her lips and pecked her neck twice.

"Khushi…", he breathed.

"Did you have breakfast? " he asked and she nodded looking down."Khushi!", his voice was sterner sensing her lie and at that moment has stomach gurgled.

"You left house without having breakfast?", he growled as he left her waist. "No one leaves my house hungry, how come they let you come to office hungry", he brought out his phone from his pocket but Khushi stopped him.

"Arnav, I did eat. Trust me"

"Then how come your stomach is making sounds?"

Khushi looked down embarrassed , "Its just because I am hungry again"

"What the!", he was amused.

"Aur nahi to kya!", she started. "How come you eat those pasta Arnav, its so light, breakfast should be always heavy. Its also very bland and those fork and spoon…"

"Khushi you know how you use fork and spoon", he contradicted.

"Yes I do but you know I can only enjoy Desi Khana by my hands. I love Indian food."

"Fine I'll order breakfast for you" and he called the office canteen for her food.

"Your food will be here any minute", he announced and she squealed happily, hugging him.

"Thank God I can have some real food now.", she sat on the couch and rubbed her hands happily.

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"Babua have some tea", Buaji as usual greeted him and handed him his cup.

"How was your day?", she asked all interested and all he could do was give a simple nod which made her super happy thinking her babua had a great day.

He was about to go to his room when Buaji called him back.

"Babua you forgot to wash your clothes from yester night. Please wash them now."

Arnav was flabbergasted.

"What the? I will wash my clothes?"

"Then who will?"

"I don't wash clothes", his voice was firm.

"We all wash our clothes by ourselves", Madhumati's expression was scary and her voice firmer.

"Fine", he grunted, "where's the washing machine?"

Madhumati handed him a cloth cleaning bat and a bar of detergent.

"What the? What is this?", he asked eyeing the bat curiously.

"Indian washing machine", she answered his query.

"Unbelievable!"

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