Chaos Of Love ❤️

Chapter :- 3

Continued from the last....

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In Mathur House, the afternoon sun filtered softly through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the cream-colored walls. Roma had just finished all her kitchen chores she wiped the last bit of sweat from her forehead with the corner of her dupatta and sat at the dining table with a sense of relief. Her body ached slightly from the morning’s workload, but the aroma of freshly prepared dal and rice felt comforting.

She had barely lifted the first morsel to her mouth when the doorbell rang, sharp and unexpected.

Roma frowned.
“Ab iss waqt kaun aa gaya?” she muttered, pushing back her chair.

She walked up to the door, adjusting her dupatta over her shoulder, and opened it only to find Divya standing there with her handbag and a cheerful grin.

Roma’s eyes widened.
“Arre Divya beta, tu itni jaldi kaise ghar aa gayi? Maine toh shaam tak aane ko kaha tha. Sab theek toh hai na beta, tere office mein?” she fired her questions in quick succession, her eyebrows knitting together in worry.

Divya stepped inside, placing her bag on the centre table with a light thud.
“Arre mom, chill!” she laughed, raising both hands dramatically. “Woh kya hai na… meri presentation clients ko bohot pasand aayi! Like literally, they were all impressed. Deal bhi pakki ho gayi. Toh boss ne bola, ‘Divya, take the rest of the day off you deserve it.’ Bas phir, main aa gayi!”

Roma exhaled, half relieved, half amused at her daughter’s excitement.
“Toh phir ghar kaise aayi aaj? Scooty toh leke nahi gayi thi… Papa ke saath gayi thi na tu?” she asked again, still in ‘worried mother’ mode.

Divya opened the fridge, took out a chilled bottle of water, gulped a few sips, then grabbed an apple.
“Haan, papa ke saath hi gayi thi. But guess what meri ek colleague, Rhea, she also got half-day. Toh I just asked her for a lift. She dropped me right outside the gate.”

She plopped onto the dining chair beside her mother, crunching into the apple.
“Ab ye sab chhodo, Mom. Aap please apna lunch finish karo. Varna thanda ho jayega. Baaki ki baatein hum baad mein kar lenge.”

Roma’s face finally relaxed, and she smiled warmly.
“Accha baba, accha.”

Divya quickly served her mom some fresh roti, sitting beside her as Roma ate. There was a motherly satisfaction in Roma’s eyes having her daughter home early was, in itself, a blessing.

After Roma finished, Divya got up.
“Chalo, main help kar deti hoon. Aap toh poori subah se kaam kar rahi ho.”

“Koi zaroorat nahi,” Roma protested lightly, but Divya was already stacking the plates.

“Aapko pata hai na, mujhe kitchen therapy pasand hai,” Divya winked.

Together, they cleaned the counters, washed the utensils, and left the kitchen spotless. A soft breeze drifted through the open window, carrying with it the faint fragrance of jasmine from the courtyard.

They headed toward the bedroom. The room was quiet, peaceful the sunlight painted soft golden patches on the tiled floor. Roma lowered herself onto the bed with a small sigh, rubbing her lower back.

Divya noticed.
“Mom, you should rest. Seriously. You’ve been up since like… 6 AM? That’s not normal,” she said, placing a folded towel on the chair.

Roma chuckled.
“Maa hoon beta, normal hi hai.”

Divya sat down next to her, pulling her legs up.
“We never get time to talk these days… properly, I mean.”