Shruti's POV:-

I had made up my mind that whatever happens to me, I will find out Rahul's murderer, also I will send him back into hell. I wish I could meet Rahul by going back in time on our wedding day, I wish we could never leave each other, I wish I could prevent us from going into that hotel where that bastard took him away from me, I wish could embrace Rahul one last time. The series of my wishes crumbled when uncle said the spell can be used only one time and that too for 10 minutes. I sighed, I really missed Rahul, I wanted him in my arms...

The medicines were working their magic as I remembered a bit about Rahul while I was cooking in Monika's kitchen in the morning today. Since Monika's home was my home till now, so I decided to help her I made her favourite dish 'Vegetable Biryani' (Its a dish made from rice, with cooked vegetables like tomatoes, onion, carrot, French beans, and some spices).

At first she was startled that I made Biryani on my own. Since I was not a very good cook. "Shruti! Biryani is amazing. I see your culinary skills have definitely improved." Monika said as she tasted Biryani.

I smiled in response , "Well then Thank Rahul for that!" I said with pride.

Monika asked, "Why? What do you mean?"

I answered, "Rahul taught me to make biryani."

Monika's raised her eyebrows as she teased me. I blushed a little.

Rahul was indeed an excellent cook. Since he was living with his bachelor cousin brother, they made their food and Rahul was from Hyderabad so he was fond of biryani. He cooked best biryani. I absolutely loved when he fed me biryani with his own hands.

God I miss him and tears had now coated my eyes. I went to bring plates for us to eat. Then I just casually glanced at the Calendar, today was 30th of March. My eyes widened, I remembered today was Rahul's birthday. Soon my mind was magically flooded with one particular memory.

FLASHBACK:

I just came home from my job early, as I had planned a surprise birthday party for Rahul. I hadn't invited anyone to the party as I didn't wanted it to be a big celebration. I only wanted to spend some special time with him. I had planned to make his favourite Biryani for dinner. But the only drawback was that, I was making it for the first time. I was extremely nervous. I had written down the recipe as told by my mom. I did my best to cook, after 2 tiring hours, I tasted it only to find it had become a hell lot of spicy. I nearly choked on it. My face fell. Then I looked at clock and I jolted as it was now time for Rahul to come home.

I went upstairs to clean up as I was now smelling like spices. I wore Black saree, as it is Rahul's favourite color. But thank God that I had already ordered his favourite pineapple cake. So definitely we were not going to starve.

Doorbell rang and I nearly jumped, I opened the door to see Rahul standing  in front of me. I welcomed him with smile.

He looked at me from head to toe, and said, "Beautiful!"

His voice was just addictive, I would like to hear his voice all my life. Thinking of it I bit my lip.

I said,"Happy birthday Darling" while placing his favourite cake on the teapoy in front of him.

His eyes were lit with joy. I handed a small plastic knife to him to cut the cake.

He pulled me closer and made me sit besides him.

He said, "We will cut the cake together."

We did cut the cake together, then he said, "Shruti! I am hungry, come let's eat dinner now"

My face fell and he noticed it. "What's the matter darling?"

I said, "Rahul...I..had prepared your favourite biryani for you"

His eyes lit up, "Wow really. Then come on, let's hurry."

I said, "But its not worthy of eating Rahul!"

He frowned, "Darling! Please don't say like that..!"

"Rahul you won't like it at all" I cut him off.

He said, "Its my birthday and I get to decide what to eat. So please I would like to have Biryani."

He was literally ordering me, I served him biryani. He took a spoonful of biryani and he coughed a little. I handed him glass of water hastily.

He said, "Wow darling, biryani tastes so good. Spicy just like you!" His sentence made me laugh.

"Rahul. I am so sorry I messed up, that too on your birthday." I said.

But he took more biryani and started eating.

He said, "Interesting. Your biryani is no doubt spicy but I loved the taste of it after some seconds. Keep it up honey."

I was relived by what he said, I also took a plate and started eating with him.

I thought to myself, "How lucky I am to have Rahul in my life. He still accepted my cooking despite of flaws. I loved him so much."

After dinner. I handed over a present to him. "Honey! What's this now?" He said surprisingly.

I said, "Open it. You'll like it."

He carefully opened his present while I looked at his expressions. He was really surprised after he opened the present. It was a box which contained the things of Rahul that I had collected for myself. It contained his lost watch, his wrist band, the pen he used to carry, his silver chain and other things. I decided to return those things to him. I was too shy to give him his things back then but I thought this was the perfect occasion to return him those.

He laughed, "So it was you! You sweet little thief. Come here"

He pulled me for a warm hug and I said cheesily, "And what about you! You stole something really close to me. But I am glad that you did!"

Rahul was confused, "What darling? What did I steal?"

I leaned closer to him and whispered, "My Heart darling!"

He smiled sweetly and then kissed me passionately as always. I hugged him tightly and I felt so safe in his arms. I never wanted to leave him....

PRESENT:-

I remembered this all when I took a spoonful of biryani. I was so glad that I recalled this sweet memory. Monika noticed tears in my eyes.

She hugged me and said while rubbing my back, "Shruti! Everything will be okay. Besides Rahul wouldn't like the fact of you crying on his birthday. He is watching over us. Don't be upset."

I wiped my tears and wished for the end of that bastard.