T is for... Table

T is for... Table

'Were you and Khushiji alright by yourselves last night Chotte? Did you make sure to eat?'

'Yes Di. We ate at the table.' Arnav smirked and looked over at Khushi who was now hiding her flaming face behind her magazine. 'Khushi didn't want to; she wanted to eat in our room. I convinced her eventually though and I think she enjoyed herself.'

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It is a very big table, you must have felt odd there by yourselves but never mind, the whole family will be there tonight.'

Khushi nodded weakly at Anjali as she walked away.

'What do you say Khushi? Do you want to... eat in front of the whole family tonight?' He then ducked quickly to avoid the magazine Khushi threw at his head.