Chapter 60: Good Times.
"Don't be disheartened darling,
for every end,
is just a new beginning.
And if everything is not good now,
it is not the end."
Aanabia hummed to the soft music playing in the background as she walked around the kitchen. The kitchen was big with a marble counter, wooden cupboards and pantry and a large sink. It was equipped with many appliances, including a refrigerator, microwave, gas oven, beaters, blenders amongst others.
She picked up a clear bowl and turned to the next cupboard, picking up a few spoons and placing it into the bowl. She then walked back to the counter and placed the utensils on it, sighing in relief. She finally had everything on the counter. She picked up the piece of parchment which read Samosas in bold at the top, from the counter and scanned it again, re-checking the ingredients in case she missed something. There was none.
Yazdan walked into an otherwise silent house, with the exception of soft Hindi song playing in the background. She is cooking again. He let out a sigh. He walked towards the kitchen and leaned onto the door frame, looking at her.
She had her hair in a messy bun with a few lose tendrils framing her face and she wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. She sure looks better in my t-shirt than I do. She strode around the kitchen, humming the song. Yazdan squinted his eyes as he tried to remember which song this was. He was sure it was an old classic. When he could not find out, he gave up. My knowledge of Hindi songs is limited.
He opted to watch her from the door as she cooked. What she was making was beyond his understanding. He tilted his head and saw a few carrot sticks which were neatly sliced, some greens, chicken? Was it chicken? He could not tell. But it was meat. Salt, pepper, chilies (Lots of them, he noted) and flour.
He smiled at her and walked into the kitchen. She looked up from her chores and gave him a grin.
"As salaam alaikum" she said, dusting her hands on her shorts. Yazdan let out a laugh, walking over to her. She leaned up towards him so that he could place a kiss on her forehead. He did exactly that. She let out a large smile, looking up at him. As he stood in front of her and stared at her beautiful features, memories of the past months flew through his mind like a movie. From the moment he met her to the moment he realized he loved her till date. Every single one of them. Her smiles, her laughs, her warmth and her soothing words. She is everything good in this world.
Unconsciously tears filled his eyes as he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her into a hug.
Aanabia frowned at the unusual habit of her husband but nonetheless, placed her head over his chest and snaked her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. She could hear his heartbeat, matching hers. Both beating radically fast.
"Please don't leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you" he finally whispered and Aanabia let out a small laugh. So this was what he is worried about, she thought with a soft sigh.
"I won't. I promise." she told him, without questioning why he was saying that. She knew something must have triggered it. And she was better off not talking about it. He would tell her eventually.
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