So last Sunday, I forgot it was Sunday and that I needed to post a part. :p I am really sorry for that. So this is a long chapter hope you guys will forgive me.

May ended bringing a day full of lip smacking food for Shuvro.

"You will come as early as possible with Tuli. Okay?" Tuli's mother had told Shuvro with a mock anger while inviting him over phone. "Last time you escaped, and I didn't get to feed you well..."

"Kakima my stomach was about to tear up!" Shuvro chucked boyishly. Though the reference of Mrs Sengupta's food already made his mouth water.

Thus Shuvro and Tuli headed her home at the afternoon of the next Friday for Sasthi puja. A ritual of the mothers of the house, that they do praying for long life for their children and if the children are married, for their significant other too - as they became their children too.

Tuli and Shuvro took a leave from work. Though she didn't want to having the thought of spending a whole day with her mother and Shuvro under one roof. But her mother knew some trick.

The day spent well for Shuvro around all Mrs. Sengupta's delicious food and her motherly affection. Mr. Sengupta's health was not pleasant. As if with one jump his age had increased in a huge speed. Though he was there looking at his son in law and smiling at boy's boyish antics at his wife's pestering with food.

Tuli spent mostly the day in her room and then sitting with father for some time.

"Are you okay baba?" She asked looking at her old man.

Mr. Sengupta had smiled looking at his daughter's face and kept his palm on her head. "I stay fine when I know my daughter is fine dear."

Tuli stared at her father for a moment.

The corner of Mr. Sengupta's eyes twinkled with a drop of tear as Tuli engulfed her baba in a bear hug.

His hand kept patting his daughter's head with all his affection.

***

Days turned into weeks and then months. The lifestyle of the couple remained same. After that one day she cooked for him it was his overwhelming sense of gratitude and happiness that one Sunday Shuvro picked up the cooking spatula. The aroma of Mutton biriyani that riled up the air of the house was enough to get Tuli tip toed come out of her room.

She bit her lower lip tightly and zeroed her eyes at the kitchen area.

Chaya was not at all happy with Shuvro stirring the food, and she was standing at the door step of the kitchen to do anything if asked, fearing every now and then that her Shuvroda would get burned or something. But the eight long years of hostel and P.G. life had taught Shuvro better. Unaware of the experience Chaya's eyes was anxiously examining his every move.

Seeing Tuli coming towards kitchen she almost jumped up with all her complaints to the lady of the house, "see what your husband is doing. I know I may not know biriyani and all but he give me the directions, isn't it right? What is his need to go infront of the fire himself? What if he burn himself...?"

Thousands of complaints flee at her direction making her startle a bit, but that answered her curiosities with out asking.

But with out a word she approached him.

A sound of hammer ramming against her ribcage inside her was so loud she thought she would turn in deaf.

She approached him and peeped over his shoulder. And what she witnessed made the gates of her salivary glands smashed evoking a wild Tsunami inside her mouth. She gripped the kitchen counter. The colour, the essence, the texture and the aroma had made her knees folded like a piece of cloth. She had gulped as her jaw tightened and she stormed out of the room.

Now Shuvro was still trying to calm himself down taming the tingling sensations running down his spinal cord from his shoulder where her breaths launched some untameable Goosebumps spreading throughout his body. Though he was wearing a T shirt, the exposed area of the crook of his neck suddenly became rebel against his calm will and nature. He failed to realize what had happened, and thought Tuli was standing behind him with wide eyes and desire to taste her favourite dish.

This was the first thing ever that Shuvro learned making when he was in Sidney for his internship, for he knew it was Tuli's favourite.

But turning around he noticed none was around and Chaya was standing with a confused face having her eyebrows knitted.

***

After almost half an hour, when she didn't appear from the room, he headed towards it with confusion in mind. He knocked on the door and walked in taking her name. But when he found the room empty he went towards the balcony. And there she was, curling up on the little, cosy, swing. Her head rested on her knees that were folded up at her chest. He failed to see her face thus being unable to read her expression.

"What happened Tuli? You stormed out... the lunch is ready." He blurted out confusing in incoherence unable to gather his all thoughts in proper sentences.

Tuli didn't look up at him but raised her face a little and again rested her forehead on her knees. Suddenly it occurred to him that her face looked so exhausted, like she was tired beyond her capabilities.

"Why you made biriyani today?" She asked him. Her voice came out a little small and he couldn't figure out if it was because she was tired or her face was against her knees.

"Um... well, that day you made chicken curry, so I thought I should do something for you too." He explained. "And its your favourite Tuli."

Then Tuli looked up at him. Her beautiful face looked indeed so tired to him. For some moments she kept looking at him, trying to read him out.

"I don't like it anymore." Her hoarse voice pronounced.

"What! Why?" Instantly he replied with out thinking. The confession of Tuli shocked him beyond his thoughts.

"Why did make biriyani Shuvro?"

"I said why Tuli. Because you like it. And I wanted to cook for you. I know you like biriyani, Tuli do you think I forgot our waiting at the cue of Arsalan, just to have it..."

"I don't have it..."

"Why? Cause I made it...?"

"No. Cause I stop liking the dish, and having it, it been years. Which you must have known as you are so much efficient. You must have know that I stopped eating my favourite dish cause it was my dead boyfriend's favourite too!" The last sentence came out harshly as she tried to beat the choking of her throat.

It seemed to Shuvro that as if a wind of cyclone just blown over him. All her words came to him in such a rush he felt the world around him took a vigorous shake.

As he looked at her face sell shock, seeing her cheeks getting socked with tears. He wanted to reach out and wipe those, but the surprise in him didn't let her.

There was a never ending silence.

He wanted to know what he was suppose to do, but he could not fingre that out. He opened his mouth. Then closed it again. He wanted to make it right, everything. He wanted to hug her so tight and let her know he was there, whenever she need him. He wanted to kiss her so much fading all the trace of tears from her face. He wanted her to know he didn't like her crying, seeing her feeling the same pain and dying every day a little by little was penetrating a knife through his heart.

But didn't. Rather he couldn't. A man inside him stood infront of him saying him he was forbidden to do any such thing. And if he did any of those move she will condemn him, and loath him forever. That man who always told him that she was not him, he has no right, was again stopping him to move towards him. He always used to find himself helpless in such situation, and he did it again. Being unable to express his feelings frustrated him till his core and he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at her. She was not crying anymore but her eyes were still moist. Her face was blank as she looked away nowhere.

The scenario of her felt to him like bliss yet was so filled with pain.

He sighed and silently walked out of the room...

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