Synopsis

"What are you doing in my kitchen?"

And yet again there it goes again the same mantra - My house - My terrace - My room and now My kitchen too? Really ? Why this man is so obsessed with MY title.

"Nothing I was just thinking to built a swimming pool here wouldn't it look cool and it's quite spacious too what say ?" I said while crossing my arms below my chest.

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense." He spoke irritatedly.

"Then stop asking nonsense !" I retorted back just how he did.

"Why someone will be in kitchen? Offcourse to cook now do one thing go bring that mop stick from there and clean this mess which you made." with that I turned back and started stirring my mixture in the bowl. I have to take milk from fridge. I made it note mentally before I forget it.

"Wait what? Did you just ask me to clean this mess?" And I can tell you he must be pointing his finger to himself.

"No I'm not asking you but I'm telling you ! " I said without looking back.

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Hey Samaira Agarwal here, I'm 23 and I live with my beautiful, chubby, talkative yet strict women whom I called Mom. Well about Dad it's better not talk about him. Being single mom was hard for her and even more hard when you live in so-called Dream City Mumbai. She fulfilled all her duties and responsibilities towards me yet all her promises except one which was staying with me. Forever.

I still couldn't believe that she really left me, because still I was waiting in my room like now my mom will barge in with spatula in her hand.

After her funeral my mom's best friend Mrs. Meera Sharma, she came like fairy god mother, she let me in her motherly warmth love.

Time was letting me heal myself until her elder son decide to come back home from Canada after 3 years...


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