Kaira : Perfectly Imperfect by Vrushy ( Chapter 57 )

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Chapter 57
The Gift and the Biryani !!

After they came back to the mansion, he completely avoided her. He had glared across at her when they got into another of his cars that he called for. Naira cringed at what she did. His dear car. She had it dragged away. She never wanted to do that. She felt bad for him.

She tried to talk to him but he just pushed away from her and never spoke a word or even glanced at her while the car drove to the mansion. She wouldn’t talk to her if she was in his place. While they got inside the house, he just walked away without a word to her. She closed her eyes and sighed.

There. She goes and ruins everything. Now he was going to avoid her again. It was really hard to bring him back to actually conversing with her and again it all went back to square one. Naira dragged her feet sullenly back to her room. She looked around the emptiness of it .

It was strange to be in a place where she was married but yet was single. She slid down on the bed already feeling tired and sad. She stared up at the ceiling and wondered. Try and might she could but it was never going to be anything at all between them. He was far off and beyond her reach. She always did something or the other that makes him angry and pissed off at her.

She waited in the morning and looked around the kitchen. He wasn’t there too. She had to hurry to workshop though. She glanced down at her phone after she was done with her contemporary and hip- hop batch. No messages or calls. It really rubbed off her wrong. Was he soo angry at her ?!!

Naira was fed up when she found none of the messages till afternoon. In the evening when she entered into her work shop a bag of something packed in a gift wrap caught her eyes. She had just been to the washroom for 5 mins. While going out she did not see anything on the counter.

She hurried towards it and tore off the gift wrap. The bag contained an all new pair of “Gungroos”. She gulped hard while looking at it.

Before she had shopped for herself and nobody did it for her. It dawned a profound affect over her mind that someone did it for her. And that someone was her husband. She looked at the card and the sign on it.

“For you” – K.

It was all that was written on it. And it was all that she needed. Her eyes started to sting. It wasn’t a bracelet or a necklace. It wasn’t diamonds or gold. It wasn’t as simple as rose. It was something very personal and something which meant the world to her. Her dream.

She stayed surprised and reveling with emotions over the counter. It was strange to see someone care about what did she for a living. Which was almost her life. Something ruffled thudded in her chest. Nobody did it for her. And he made the gesture really sweet. She frowned though. Now she didn’t know his mood swings. He wasn’t talking to her but communicating like this.

She didn’t know what to make of him. His silence said one thing and the things he did staying silent was another. She looked down at the Ghungroos with a small smile playing at her lips. Well, if anything she was just extremely pleased today. She was just happy.

With that delightful beam she spiritedly drove back home. For the first time in days a flicker of hope colored her heart and it felt finally good after days of anxiousness.

She reached home with that happy spring in the step. But that dimmed away and so did her smile when she found Karthik nowhere. She sighed going back into her room with drooped disappointed shoulders. She took a bath and had a little snack around six. Her eyes moved over the stairs and then at the door. She sat down on the couch and watched some television. Still he did not come home from work.

She was bored and completely off again. Well, that was the reason why she tagged along with him yesterday. It was too hard to get away from him.

Then an idea got to her for returning his sweet gift. She could cook something for him. He always made breakfast for her anyway. There’s always an extra plate in the kitchen for her. She shrugged at the strangeness of it. He communicated with little things rather than talking. He would be tired coming back home. What better thing would be but to give him a surprise by cooking for him.

She got up excited with the thought again. She squared her shoulders bravely. Of course, she could cook. It wasn’t a big deal. Her mind thought defensively. She took a deep breath and entered into the kitchen.

Biryani. Yes. That’s right. Her shoulders drooped again and she stared sullenly at the counter. She sighed. Time to call her mumma.

Naira dialled her number and waited for it to ring. She put her shoulder as support to the mobile while she moved about taking out groceries required for the dish.

It connected and her mother’s delicate voice travelled into her ears through her phone.

“You are calling me at this hour. Is everything fine Naira?!!” Her mother asked worried.

Naira rolled her eyes. It was like her mumma was worried everytime alltime. She felt like being a child again.

“It’s nothing mom. I just called you to ask about this recipe.” Naira said in a little embarrassed voice.

“You are cooking ?!!” Her mumma asked blankly.

”Since when ?!!” Her mumma asked again.

Naira sighed. Okay. Maybe, she had made quite accidents in the kitchen. It doesn’t mean that she was bad at it. Right ?!!

“Since now.” Naira retorted, while looking critically at a cauliflower.

“Who has been cooking since you got married ?!!” Her mumma asked sounding annoyed.

“Karthik does the cooking. Most of the time.” Naira cringed and answered.

Her mumma gasped horrified just by the idea of it.

“How can you allow that. Naira, you are utterly impossible.” Her mumma reprimanded.

“Come on, mumma, it’s just cooking.” Naira shrugged.

Naira heard an exasperated sigh and she closed her eyes. Now comes the lecture.

“My poor son-in-law. I don’t know how he is bearing you. I used to get anxious if you walked out of the house. Wondering about what mess awaits. Now, Karthik has taken all my worry. Bless the kid. I’m so much relieved now.” Her mumma went on muttering and scolding Naira.

Naira’s jaw settled and she waited for her mother to finish ranting on her. She scowled now fiercely.

“Mumma !! Seriously now. Who’s side are you on !!!” Naira cried out angrily.

“Alright. Don’t be angry now.” Her mumma said in a soothing tone.

“Are you going to tell me the recipe or not ?!!” Naira asked irritated.

“Fine. Are you noting down then ?!!” Her mumma asked her quietly in a calm tone.

Naira shook her head and put the phone down on the counter and put the call on speaker mode.

“No. I’ll follow you through.” She replied while looking down at the veggies cryptically.

“I should be calling a fire engine to your place after you finish cooking.” Her mumma muttered under her breath.

And Naira put her hands over her hips.

“Very funny mamma.” Naira glared at the phone.

There was a small chuckle from her mumma’s side.

“Do I need to cut the veggies now ?!!” Naira asked while biting down at her lower lip.

“Of course you have to cut the veggies. Before that you wash them thoroughly. You know that right ?!!” Her mumma asked suspiciously.

Naira rolled her eyes.

“Of course.” Naira mumbled instead of arguing.

“What do you plan on making by the way ?!!” Her mumma asked finally.

Naira smiled fully now.

“Biryani.” Naira answered brightly.

Her mumma just sighed.

“Make sure you don’t burn anything or yourself.” Her mumma cautioned her dryly.

“Alright.” Naira replied meekly.

For two hours Naira struggled around the kitchen. Sweating and panting she made her mumma almost have a heart attack. She cut the call finally and looked at the dish she made with pride swelling up in her heart.

She removed the apron sighing. She walked into her room and took a long shower to get off the smell of the kitchen. She finally felt a little better and walked back towards the front hall. It was almost twelve. Where was he ?!!

She walked towards the dinning hall and sat down on the chair. Few minutes later her eyes drooped and her head rested on the table. Just like that she dozed off.

Precap : Karthik’s love realisation !!
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So how was Karthik’s gift and Naira cooking for him ?!! Hope you all liked it.

The next Chapter will have Karthik realising his feelings towards Naira. Finally he will accept that he loves her. Don’t get your hopes high as there’s still time for the ultimate proposal !!

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