Everything unfolds with a purpose. There existed a motive behind Abir's departure from Delhi with his children. That motive guided him towards Mishti, and it is widely acknowledged that their meeting was also driven by a reason-the enchanting power...
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"Where's the oil?" I ask as I look around the kitchen.
"Here." Mishti passed me the can, I poured some in the pot to heat it. Mishti made a dough standing beside me as she hummed the song running on the speakers.
The yellow saree looks effortlessly charmed on her. She turned around as she finished and looked at me with raised brows.
"You look beautiful." I smile at her, she smiles back and looks at Neha standing in the other corner of the kitchen before leaning in to peck my cheek.
"McCain." She curtly nods at the frozen McCain before walking to the fridge. I shake my head with a smile then get back to fry McCain.
It is Sunday, a day where we all enjoy ourselves with family. In Nanu's words, Sunday is our day.
Since Mishti had offered to teach cooking for Neha they both walked into the kitchen to cook. Mom, Masi and Nanu planned to watch some old movie which is the best according to them. Kunal settled on watching that movie while I strolled into the kitchen to help my wife.
I set the fried McCain in a bowl and put another frozen one to cook. I watch them turn from frozen to crispy.
Now, when I look back I realise how changed my life is now. It was frozen without Mishti and it's crispy with her.
Nothing is perfect in life so is our relationship but one thing is for sure we are perfect for each other and that makes our relationship perfect despite our arguments.
Mishti loses composure in anger, she doesn't think before saying and that's something I keep in mind when we argue though it doesn't diminish the hurt.
It does fade away the moment she apologises and rectifies herself after speculating about it. Not that I want her to apologise and stuff but it feels good to know she didn't mean them back then.
The argument we had on Foziah and Asad's wedding day was one of the worst ones. That night as we laid in the bed she apologised and said she'll give it a second thought. In the morning she had said she wants to speak with him about it but I asked her not to.
