Chapter 33

Abrar

"You'll help me?", I gaped at her, widening my eyes when she offered to help me in the kitchen. It had been a while since we settled down everything and I came to the kitchen to prepare dinner for us.

"Yeah, until the cook arrives. And you used to cook for two. It was easy. So, I thought—", she stood next to me in front of the counter and placed her palms over it, scanning everything placed on the counter.

"Is that the only reason?", I focused back on the stove while placing a pot with water to prepare rice. And I had many things to cook today. Most of the time, I survived only eating rice and eggs and Zoya managed with the pickles that Mrs. Sharma used to arrange for her after she finished eating one batch. But today, we couldn't serve them to dadajan and dadi.

"Well, I was feeling awkward. Like you were outside the entire day, and now you're cooking. If I rest in my room, what will they think about me?", she rolled her eyes, making a tiny fa