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F is for …
F is for …
~Frying
Pans~
Khushi and Aashna walked towards Raizada
Mansion with their shopping bags in hand.
“Isn’t
it lovely Ma? We get to shop while Aarav and Dad cook for us! Can you
believe it? They’re actually cooking
for us!” Aashna said laughing.
“I’ll
believe it when I see the cooked food in front of me, Aashi,” Khushi replied serenely, knowing her husband’s
ways.
As they entered the hall, they heard Arnav
and Aarav’s voices emanating from the kitchen. Impressed that the men may have
stuck to their promise for once, Khushi and Aashna make their way quietly towards
the kitchen.
“That
isn’t an effective way to do it, Aarav” Arnav’s patient voice rang through the kitchen.
“Show
me once again, Dad. I’m going to master this once and for all” Aarav replied, concentration evident through his
voice.
As Aashna and Khushi peeked into the
kitchen, they saw that the father-son duo were busy sword fighting – with frying pans.
Khushi looked at Aashna, who was trying to
control her laughter seeing the scene in front of them and mouthed - ‘Men will be men.’
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words)
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