As Randhir drove back after dropping Ira to the airport he was worried about what to expect from Sanyukta when he got home but to his surprise he received a text from her asking him to hurry back and to pick up Aman's favourite icecream flavour. He felt happy to know that she was with Aman, also probably cooking for him which meant she wasn't brooding over the Ira situation. She nursed a secret desire to adopt the boy if the need arose, and he told her things would be legally less complicated after they were married, provided the boy's grandmother could be gently persuaded to oblige. When he reached he noticed that they had set up the kitchen for what looked like a culinary experiment. As soon as Aman spotted him he rushed to him asking for his help in filming a video assignment for his school project. The project was aimed at eliciting more parent participation in the children's upbringing, considering most parents are so busy with their jobs and social lives that they hardly have the time to bond with their kids. Each child was supposed to put together a small meal, guided by either one or both parents. As expected Aman had rushed to Sanyukta , hoping she would help like she always did with his school work. 

This was a few days before the Goa trip and after Sanyukta was back from the holiday she identified a few simple dishes that he would be able to rustle up. She had been so enthusiastic in anything to do with Aman that she had practically become his guardian along with his grandmother. Aman's teachers were familiar with his domestic situation and had grown accustomed to Sanyukta's presence in his life as a mentor. She trained him for assembling and garnishing foods while handling the more challenging jobs like knife work and the cooking herself. On her way back she stopped by at the supermarket to shop for some ingredients for the menu. They would prepare a menu that did not need much cooking, consisting of French onion soup, California makizushi roll and a fruit salad with icecream. Befor Randhir arrived Sanyukta had finished all the prep that she arranged in sets of bowls and kept all the cooking implements and plates ready. 

As Randhir began filming Sanyukta guided Aman through the soup by caramelising sliced onions in butter, browning some flour in it and topping it with stock and letting him stir it under her careful supervision. While the soup simmered she asked him to make the fruit salad, letting him scoop half a muskmelon and watermelon using a melon baller, add some grapes and orange segments and place them in the fridge for chilling. They then made the sushi together by spreading cooked sushi rice on a base of the nori sheet placed on a sushi mat. Aman arranged the sliced avocado, cucumber and crabstick and sprinkled some furikake seasoning on the rice, while she guided him to roll the sushi slowly, pressing it down to make it a compact roll, which she then sliced into perfect roundels. She dished up the soup in ovenproof cups and let him top it with toasted bread and sprinkle generous amounts of grated cheese over it, then put it under a hot grill for a couple of minutes. 

Aman ladled his fruit salad in bowls and she helped place the ice cream scoops on top, thus finishing the meal presentation. After Aman had taken a sip of his soup and proudly displayed his chopstick skills that she had meticulously trained him for on the sushi, and even had a bite of his dessert he hugged Sanyukta before they stopped recording. All of them were beaming as they finished the simple meal and then Aman went to bed thanking them for their assistance. Randhir assured him that he would edit and mail the video clip to his class teacher the following day. Both of them tidied up and as Randhir began cozying up to her Sanyukta had to remind him that she was on her period and badly needed a shower before sleeping. He surprised her by joining her in the shower. "Randhir, don't even think about it, the idea is disgusting!" She scolded him while he simply grinned and asked her to soap and scrub him. "There is nothing disgusting about it, you are going to have my babies and the same blood will nurture them inside you. I agree with Guru Nanak on his view on menses, there is no pollution attached to it, one can even worship during the time. Some people have complicated these things unnecessarily." His told her as they toweled themselves dry.

She saw him unpack what looked like a menstrual cup, squeeze it and lift her leg, resting it above his shoulder. Asking her to relax he used some water based lubricant and fitted the cup inside her checking to ascertain that it had fit properly so it would not leak or cause her any discomfort. She took some time to get accustomed to it but since it fit her perfectly she could hardly feel it after a while. He explained the dos and don'ts for using it, telling her he had ordered it online and had watched videos on its correct usage. "Ira wants to sleep with me, she asked me when I would be available." He said suddenly, giving her a jolt. "What do you want me to say to this Randhir?" She replied, trying to stay as calm as possible. "Don't misunderstand her, some people are pretty liberated." He said with a poker face. "Tell her you are into guys!" She replied, clinging to to him firmly. "Shut up chica mia, she knows my orientation. You are my only partner, and trust me, you are definitely not a guy."He grinned, his fingers teasing her sweet spots.

"Need to tell you something I heard about her." She paused, hesitating a little. "That she is a swinger? I know, she told me that after she recognised the Natasha you were sitting with. She has been into this group thing from her boarding school days. She even made me an offer to get into bed with a pair of girls or guys, whichever I preferred." Sanyukta tried not to look shocked at his words. "What did you tell her?" She asked him. " Obviously I declined. It would be my raciest teenage fantasy come true, and if I did not have you in my life I would give it a thought. But hey, I am trying to be loyal here, and you are not compensating me enough." He teased her. "What do you mean not compensating enough?" She sounded high strung. "We made do with third base too long, looks like I need a new game now." He wore a smug expression as his fingers ran down her derriere suggestively. "Randhir, stop being revolting." She nagged, as she drew him back into her arms. "Look chica , I have a healthy sexual appetite like any other man my age. Keep an open mind if you don't want your man to stray. Now that you are not playing paintball down there I think third base should suffice tonight." He declared, even as she blushed  and let him seal her lips with his.