Chapter 17

“Well. What’s the point of worrying over spilt milk. Come on everyone. Dinner is ready,” Mrs. Agnihotri said.

“I will help you Mom,” Kiara said getting up from the couch and Mrs. Agnihotri smiled in return.

“I will also help,” Drishti said for a formality.

“Oh no! Please be seated where you are. Don’t come anywhere near the kitchen,” Mrs. Agnihotri said making Drishti pout and the other Agnihotris chuckle.

“What happened?” Mithran asked.

“The last time she helped Mom in kitchen she burnt the parathas and ruined the tawa. Ever since then, Mom doesn’t let her near the kitchen,” Abhay said.

“That is because this darpok was distracting me,” Drishti put all blame on Siddhu.

“What did I do. Man! I wasn’t even in the kitchen.

I was watching TV,” Siddhu said.

“Yes. You were watching TV. Remember? You were watching Friends. And we were supposed to watch it together. You didn’t wait for me. Instead you played it distracting me to the exten