Vanya placed the tray on the table, crossing her arms. “Take your medicine.”
Rivaan smirked. “Eat your food.”
Vanya narrowed her eyes. “Medicine first.”
“Food first.”
They stared each other down.
“Biwi.”
“Rivaan.”
The TV played on, and suddenly, the background music switched to my kids your kids song
Their eyes locked. The playful tension shifted Vanya felt her cheeks warm under his gaze.
Embarrassed, she looked away.
Rivaan chuckled. Then, out of nowhere, he started singing.
“Om Peace Om… Om peace om ”
Vanya rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips.
With a sigh, she picked up her plate. “Fine.”
Rivaan, victorious, took his medicine. “Good girl.”
They ate in silence, the movie playing in the background.
Vanya got lost in the film, her lips curving into a soft
