2days sure took 2 weeks

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Writer's pov;

Moonlight streamed through the dimly lit dining room, illuminating the circular wooden table on which were all the eatable forms of south Indian specialties.

A lady in her 50s walked inside, her well-maintained figure clad in a beautiful cotton saree, her hair braided and adorned with a yard of jasmine, making her look divine and pleasant. Her years of working in a shooting range and handling guns reflected her calluses hand as she carried a bowl of chicken gravy which brought an aroma of all the Indian spices.

"Smells good, aunty!" A cheerful voice remarked, belonging to a young woman who raised from the table to help the lady. The young woman's hair fluttered from the wind, framing her small oval face. Her dusky skin glowed in the dim light from the chandelier as she walked around the table to arrange the plates.

"Thank you, Gayu. It's all your uncle's magic!" Mythili placed the dish on the table, patting the young woman's shoulder, signaling her to sit and relax.

"Did she take credit for my cooking?" A gentle voice asked from the threshold. The ladies turned around to see Mythili's husband standing with the spatula, his towering figure blocking the light coming from the kitchen.

"I dare not, Ravi! Even if I tried for a million years, I can't excel in cooking." Mythili was quick to deny it as she smiled at her husband sweetly. She wouldn't dare go against him when he promised her a Choco truffle for their son's celebration dinner.

Her doctor strictly prohibited her from intaking dessert, so it was already a miracle that he was willing to compromise with her.

"Hmm, that's how it should be," Ravi smirked, clearly enjoying his wife's compliant side. But if it was any other day, their characters are total 180 degrees. He has to enjoy all the chances today he gets.

'Just for one dessert.' Mythili consoled herself as she gave him a fake sweet smile, to which he nodded proudly, probably mocking her in his mind.

"I wish my husband would learn from Ravi uncle, but all he does is eat and sleep off my income!" Gayathri sighed heavily as she watched Ravi toss the fried chicken into the bowl. Suddenly her lips curved in a smile as she heard her husband complain.

"Hey! No husband slander here. You are the one who said you would let me study after marriage. Now, don't go back to your words, or I'll go back to my ma's place." A tall, handsome figure emerged from the hallway, his dark eyes narrowed at his beautiful wife, who laughed at his words. He frowned when the ladies continued laughing.

"Abi, even if you beg, your maa won't allow your noisy ass to stay there." Gayathri stated, raising a brow at his pouting self, and continued, "Now, in front of aunty, you tell me, when are you gonna start going to job?"

"Gayu ma, it's 2022! The world has been changing. You can be the sole provider of our family, and I would be your househusband, and invest part of your income in the stock market and multiply our money. What do you say?" Abishek suggested, causing the ladies to burst into another round of laughter.

"That sounds like a great idea." Mythili showed thumbs up toward her nephew, who looked proud of himself for his idea.

"See! My chithi agrees! And not to forget, you own multiple salons too! You can be my sugar mummy for a lifetime, baby!" Abishek teased, pinching his wife's cheeks as she facepalmed at his shameless words.

(Chithi- 'Aunt' mom's young sister)

"Keep your bedroom talks off my dining table, Abi." Ravi frowned, entering the room with a jar of water in his gloved hands. He removed the white stainless apron, revealing a black shirt paired with beige casual pants.

"Your uncle is old school, Abi. Don't mind him." Mythili whispered, rolling her eyes at her husband as he sat beside her.

"Is he not romantic, chithi?" Abishek snickered, starting to serve himself, pouting when his wife swatted his hands off the spatula. "Wait."

"My amma said we should not make the food wait!" He countered back, reaching for the chicken chili. His eyes brightened when his aunt pushed the bowl towards him.

"Mythili, stop pampering him! As Gayu said, he is just eating and sleeping all day. From tomorrow, he's gonna work in our restaurant till he rejoins." Ravi declared, raising a challenging brow at Abishek, who frowned and nodded after a second.

'At least I can enjoy some of Coimbatore's top chef's cooking for a few weeks.' Abishek shrugged.

"So, where is our hero?" Gayathri questioned, snatching the bowl of her husband's hand and placing it back on the table. It's already 7.30 PM, and the main star of the celebration hasn't come yet.

"When I called him ten minutes back, he said he started from the MLA's house," Mythili answered, reaching for her phone on the table. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she waited for the line to connect.

"He didn't pick up. Maybe he's drivin—" She paused mid-sentence when they heard the metal gate to their compound open.

"That might be him," Ravi stated, walking up to the front door to welcome his son while the others followed him to see a black Jeep Wrangler entering their garage.

"Wow, he really outdid himself this time." Abishek whistled, eyes twinkling as he eyed the black beauty in front of him in awe. His cousin studied business before pursuing his passion, so the knowledge he gained from his bachelor's course sure is helping him make extra income in stock market investments.

A young man in his late 20s stepped out of the jeep, his 6'2 sturdy physique dressed in a khaki uniform, commanding respect, and authority.

"Welcome, DCP sir!" Gayathri greeted, moving forward to hug her best friend, who engulfed her in his strong arms, patting her head gently with a smile.

"Hello, Gayu!" A deep chuckle escaped the person's mouth, lips curving up in a smile, causing the dimple on his cheek to appear. "How's your husband? Is he still throwing a tantrum that he wants to study more?"

"Of course! He is planning to apply for his second Ph.D."

"Well, at least he is using his brain for this!"

"We are here too, bro," Abishek informed, throwing his arms in the air to get their attention, causing the other to laugh.

"Siddharth, stop teasing him!" Mythili shook her head at her son's comment, not wanting a battle before the dinner would start.

Though they fought playfully, at the end of the day, Siddharth would unconsciously bruise Abishek with his strength.

And she doesn't want that today.

"How would I miss the great Abishek!" Siddharth exclaimed in fake excitement, circling his arms around Abishek tightly, who reciprocated with more force.

Suddenly, the form of affection turned into a game as the men tried to overpower each other by tightening their arms. But in front of Siddharth's strength, Abishek stood no chance as he struggled to break free from his arms.

"Enough, Siddu. What would happen if his million-dollar brains got damaged." Gayathri rolled her eyes at the two grown men fighting, moving forward to separate the pair.

"Oops, I almost forgot, Mr. scientist," Siddharth smirked, releasing the breathless Abishek from his hold. The said genius coughed, kicking the DCP in his shin, who jumped on reflex to escape the incoming kicks causing the other man to curse aloud.

"Okay, kids, enough. Siddu, go freshen up quick." Mythili ordered, pointing at the sweaty Siddharth while dragging the frowning Abishek inside while the others followed, snickering.

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The bedroom clicked locked behind as an exhausted Siddharth walked inside his bedroom, his feet patting against the tile heavily, his hands reaching for the AC remote and adjusting the temperature.

The temperature in the room gradually reduced as the AC performed its function. Suddenly, the light turned on, swallowing the darkness, revealing a modern minimalistic interior.

The headboard of the king-sized bed pushed back against the south side wall, which was painted in a muted grey bringing out the pale white comforter draped on the bed.

Dropping his phone on the top of the comforter, he walked towards the bathroom as his left hand unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his hard chiseled chest, glistening in sweat.

After a hot shower, he emerged from the steamy bathroom in black sweat pants, hanging low from his hips, baring his upper body as water droplets trickled down his ripped muscles.

As he stood wiping his hair before a mirror, his phone vibrated, displaying his cousin's number. Before he could attend, the call hung up, and a message popped up.

Big Brain but small d—

'I'm starving, bro. Feels like my brain is dying from the hunger you forced upon me. Move your ass down, NOW!'

Laughing at Abi's overdramatic ass, he grabbed a white t-shirt from the closet, pulled it on, and then closed his bedroom door behind him as he walked to the dining room.

The moment he stepped inside the dining room, everyone sighed in relief.

Abi and hunger don't go together well.

"Sorry for the delay!" Siddharth apologized, taking a seat between his best friend and his mother, who made sure to fill his plate to the brim, constantly murmuring how he was not taking care of himself. And how she was going to bring him to the pink of health.

"I know you love me, but it's really enough, maa," Siddarth stated in panic when he saw his mother bring the biriyani bowl towards his plate.

Frowning, Mythili retreated, placing the bowl back at the table with a huff, and murmured, "Then how will you compete with all those buff actors?"

"Actors? Why do I have to compete with them?" Siddharth blinked in confusion, facing his mother with a raised brow.

"Last week, I saw her interview one buff actor. She even praised him for his body at the end of the show. I just don't want my son to lose to him." Mythili reasoned, looking at her son expectingly to find the hint, but he only looked at her with confusion smeared across his face.

"Who interviewed who?"

"For a DCP, you sure are dumb, Siddharth!" His father shook his head, a small teasing smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

"Can anyone tell?" In the corner of his heart, he already knew who they were speaking about, but still, he questioned.

"Prathyuksha," Abishek exclaimed, rolling his eyes playfully at his cousin's clueless behavior. It's time for him to tease the heck out of Siddharth.

"Oh." Siddharth coughed, biting his lips to stop himself from smiling as his heart started beating rapidly, warmth spreading throughout his body, causing his ears to turn red.

"But aunty, Siddharth doesn't have to compete with any of them." Gayathri informed, her lips curved in a wide smile as she continued, "Because she got promoted from the celebrity/fashion department to crime department."

"Wow! But isn't she still young to get promoted?" Ravi wondered.

"Yes, but to honor her bravery and for covering the CBE girls' kidnap singlehandedly. She got promoted, and she deserved it for the excellent work she is doing!" Gayathri exclaimed, her eyes twinkling in genuine admiration as she shared about Prathy's work ethic and talent in this journalism.

"Wow!" Words of admiration and awe left their lips hearing Gayathri's words.

"Yup! She sure is WOW, and our team arranged a welcome dinner for her tomorrow at Park Elanza." She added, glancing at her best friend with a teasing smile who was trying hard to hide his lips curving in a smile.

Having said everything, she rose up from her seat, walking towards the kitchen to wash her hand, but stopped on her track with a smirk when she heard,

"I'll pick you up after dinner." Siddharth declared, walking past her wordlessly while the whole family cheered, shouting 'finally!'.

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W/N

Oh-oh! Someone is eager to meet his sweetheart!

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