ALIA-THE BURDEN

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Ch-40 will be available on scroll stack on 2nd October

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Mai trip pe jaa rhi hu😁
My first trip with my friends
We are going to Rajasthan.

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Kyuki Mera vaise bhi man tha ek royal book likhne ka

I will come back on 9th October

Ab chapter padho

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CHAPTER-38

Aditya returned from the kitchen quietly, and yet the silence that followed him was loud enough to make everyone look up. In his hand was a sleek white ceramic lunch box, minimal but elegant, like everything else in their rich household. It wasn't the box that made heads turn-it was the fact that he was holding it.

For a moment, nobody said anything. Raj, seated comfortably, arched his brow. Abhiraj exchanged a questioning glance with Rajwant. Rudra, who was leaning against the sofa arm, tilted his head with open suspicion. Reyansh paused mid-scroll on his phone. Avinash's jaw nearly dropped.

But Ayaan's reaction was the sharpest-he shot up from the couch, as if the sight had jolted him awake from a nap. His phone dangled loosely from his fingers, his mouth slightly open.

Aditya's steps were unhurried but reluctant, like every part of him was second-guessing this decision. When he reached Alia, who stood nervously near Rivaan, he placed the box carefully on the glass table between them.

"This is for you," he said gruffly, eyes fixed anywhere but on her face.

Alia blinked, unsure she'd heard him right. "For... me?"

Aditya's throat bobbed as he gave a small nod. "It's your first day. You'll need something proper to eat."

"You... cooked?" Rudra blurted, disbelief dripping from every syllable.

Aditya shot him a glare. "Don't act like I'm incapable. I know how to cook."

But his defensiveness only made the shock sharper. The entire family knew the truth: Aditya did know how to cook. In fact, years ago, he had been the best of them. His food wasn't just meals-it carried warmth, a kind of silent care he never showed in words. And then, suddenly, one day, he stopped. He hadn't touched a stove for years.

Alia hesitated, fingers brushing the edge of the box as if it might vanish. She whispered, "You made this... for me?"

"Yes," Aditya muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze still sliding away. "Don't make it a big deal. Just... eat it. That's all."