06-07-2025, 12:59 AM
Friday Night – The Dinner of a Lifetime
They sat across from each other, but it never felt like a distance.
The flickering candlelight painted golden ripples across the tablecloth, casting shadows that swayed gently across their faces.
The soft instrumental music playing from her Bluetooth speaker
A lilting Hindustani flute
Melted into the background like silk.
Meghana reached across the table and slowly filled Abhi’s plate, Her bangles chiming softly.
Steamed basmati rice, a rich paneer butter masala, jeera aloo crisped just right, and a tangy mango pickle she’d made herself.
Each dish was warm, fragrant, and touched with something personal.
As she served herself, Abhi watched her, the slow, graceful way she moved, like this was her element.
"You cooked all this?" he asked softly, breaking a piece of roti and dipping it into the curry.
She nodded, amused. "All afternoon. I wanted it to be right."
He tasted the first bite and closed his eyes for a beat.
"God," he murmured. "This is divine."
She tilted her head, leaning slightly forward. "Better than restaurant food?"
"Meghana," he said, eyes holding hers now, "this is better than anything I've ever had. I mean it."
She smiled, that slow, secret smile. "Good. Because I made it for you. Only you."
They ate slowly.
- o -
They sat across from each other, but it never felt like a distance.
The flickering candlelight painted golden ripples across the tablecloth, casting shadows that swayed gently across their faces.
The soft instrumental music playing from her Bluetooth speaker
A lilting Hindustani flute
Melted into the background like silk.
Meghana reached across the table and slowly filled Abhi’s plate, Her bangles chiming softly.
Steamed basmati rice, a rich paneer butter masala, jeera aloo crisped just right, and a tangy mango pickle she’d made herself.
Each dish was warm, fragrant, and touched with something personal.
As she served herself, Abhi watched her, the slow, graceful way she moved, like this was her element.
"You cooked all this?" he asked softly, breaking a piece of roti and dipping it into the curry.
She nodded, amused. "All afternoon. I wanted it to be right."
He tasted the first bite and closed his eyes for a beat.
"God," he murmured. "This is divine."
She tilted her head, leaning slightly forward. "Better than restaurant food?"
"Meghana," he said, eyes holding hers now, "this is better than anything I've ever had. I mean it."
She smiled, that slow, secret smile. "Good. Because I made it for you. Only you."
They ate slowly.
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