Published on:- 4/1/24

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~Good morning everyone! Welcome back to my YouTube channel 'Cook With TASHI'.

Hey! Cupcakes, How are you all? I hope you are all doing great.

So, today I am going to share a quick breakfast Indian recipe with you all. Yes, Indian breakfast recipe. I know my foreign subscribers are looking forward to this.

And my Indian subscribers please have some mercy on me. I'm not a good cook but whatever I cook tastes yummy. Try for once at your home.

So let's begin now~

The voice was so sweet and likable and anyone could imagine that the owner of this voice must be an outgoing person with an extrovert personality.

Sitting in his office, his eyes were staring at the fair and delicate hands of a young girl who was cooking diligently.

His eyes could not move away from the screen of his laptop. And the gentle voice of the girl made him feel relaxed as if her voice had magic and worked on him like a lullaby.

Zohan exhaled a deep breath as he remembered how he accidentally bumped into this YouTube channel and heard her voice two years ago.

This YouTube channel had only a few thousand subscribers and the comments were negative and some of them were mean too but what caught his interest was the dedication of this young girl.

She never stopped posting her cooking videos. She did not ignore the comments but replied sweetly to them.

The most special and unique thing was that this girl never showed her face to anyone, just continued to cook whatever she knew and share it with others.

This YouTube channel still had a few thousands of subscribers and comments were still negative and bashing her.

~So my subscribers, do follow me and share your reviews in the comment box. I will meet next week. Till then bye~

The video stopped and Zohan continued to look at the still video.

Zohan did not know how this forty five minutes had passed away quickly by only staring at her hands and the dishes she made.

'Tashi'

This name was sugary and short. He liked it.

Suddenly someone knocked on the cabin.

"Enter"

His voice boomed, tearing the silence of the cabin.

Elara entered the cabin and said, "Mr. Reed, Due to unfavorable weather conditions in both countries, all flights are canceled now".

Zohan glanced at Elara as his hawk-like eyes made her nervous.

Zohan knew that India and NY both were freezing. So he couldn't go there right now.

He gave a curt nod to her and dismissed her.

Elara licked her bottom lips as she wanted to stay there but she couldn't because of the coldness Zohan gave her.

She had a crush on him for a long time. Zohan had everything a woman could ask for. He was well mannered, well maintained and built with long legs, a multi-billionaire, good looking man. He had an enchanting smile and he was not a man wh*re. He was single with a sparkling reputation around the company's employees and everyone respected him in the corporate world as he was the man of his word.

However, what made her drop her plan of hitting on him was his ruthlessness and the cold aura around him that screams - 'Don't come near me- be in limit- dangerous- death'.

Elara left the cabin but she never stopped hoping to have him for herself.

The door shut down and his grip on the pen tightened. His eyes were deadly cold as he knew the intention of his secretary.

She was young and beautiful. A complete seductress.

However he was only tolerating her for the diligence that she had for the job. She was a hard-working, talented, and multitasking secretary.

But the way she was staring at him, telling him to find a new secretary for himself.

Zohan took a deep breath and shut off the laptop as he moved closer to the window sill.

As far as he could see, he saw only white snow.

"White is peaceful"

"Snow is beautiful"

He murmured under his breath as he knew that white snow represented purity, innocence, and tranquility. It could also symbolize a sense of renewal or a fresh start, as well as the idea of transformation or change.

But to Zohan, this white Snow represented emptiness and death.

The emptiness of warmth.

Darkness of Death.

Snow was as cold as his life.

Abruptly his mind went back to the past and his ability of thinking caught in a midst of darkness.

~Mom, let's go outside. I want to make a snowman~.

~Don't shout. And stop irritating me. Stupid child. Why don't you die and leave me alone~.

The second voice was ear-piercing and belonged to a woman.

Zohan's heart accelerated as he forgot to breathe and here, his mouth was open and his throat was dry.

His mind stopped connecting with his other senses.

Zohan's knees weakened as he fell on both knees and he clutched his throat with both hands.

~Mom~.

The voice of the child shook his heart again.

~You bastard. Just go die~.

The voice of a woman stabbed his chest and his entire body was trembling.

"Don't. Don't. Hurt . ."

Zohan tried hard to control his thumping mind as he whispered these words with difficulty.

At this moment, the door busted open and Zohan's head snapped at the sound of the opening door.

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India,

Squeezing the hand of her father, Tashi was controlling him.

Mr. Shekhar Kumar was a renowned businessman of imitation jewelry in Delhi.

He was arrogant, straightforward, stubborn man.

Malay took all his father's features and resembled him a lot.

However Tashi looked like her mother who just a few years back due to an accident. Her mother fell down from the stairs and had a concussion on her head. She hid this accident from her family. After a year, she health distorted and a sudden brain stroke took her life. It all revealed when doctor examined her mother's dead body.

"Your daughter is pretty"

Tashi jolted back when she heard the voice of Vartika's mother.

Tashi with her father and brother were sitting at Vartika's home and the guardians were talking about the wedding and all the mandatory customs of both castes.

Vartika was sitting beside her brother on the opposite side of them. However they were whispering something in each other's ears.

Vartika's parents were very fond of the scene but this was what her father hates about this generation and this was also disliked by Tashi.

Tashi might be a twenty-year-old young girl but she was an old-school type of girl with an introverted personality and a blank face.

At this moment, Tashi tried hard to smile but an awkward silence engulfed her. She failed to smile and was replying too.

"Thank you"

Thankfully, her father handled the situation as he replied grittedly.

Vartika's mother continued to bore her eyes on Tashi and it was enough to make her uncomfortable.

Being an introverted girl, facing difficulty in meeting someone new and talking was a big deal for her and here, her would-be Sister-in-law's mother was continuously looking at her.

"Beta! Why don't you use some home remedies to brighten your skin. If you don't want to use beauty products. Home remedies are chemicals free", Vartika's mother said and Tashi's heart fell.

It was not the first time she had heard a comment about her skin color.

She knew what colour her body had and how she looked. Tashi was not a completely brown girl. She had wheat-ish color which had also changed with time. It was brown now.

Tashi pursed her lips tightly and hesitated to reply to Vartika's mother.

Tashi's father was near to explode but she squeezed his hand again.

"Sure Aunty", Her voice was meek as she replied.

"My Vartika has fair skin. She looks like a model. That's why your brother fell in love with her", Vartika's mother said and Tashi's mouth was stiff as she could not hear Aunty's words because her attention was on her father who was inhaling and exhaling like a bull.

And as usual, Her elder brother did not say a single word to support her.

Her heart froze again.

"So how will they get married?", Vartika's father asked Tashi's father.

"I want a grand wedding for my daughter like a Bollywood-style wedding", Vartika's mother said and Malay smiled widely as he looked happy.

Vartika responded, "Thank you, Mom".

Tashi's father scowled as both father and daughter were not like those people who liked glimmers and showed off.

But it was different from Malay.

Tashi looked at her brother and she felt disappointed with him.

She was controlling her father but the last sentence from Vartika's father also dropped her heart.

"How much dowry will you take?"

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