Ch 10- The Gift

Aakash and Ameha jumped over to Akash's terrace and rushed to their kitchen.

"So what's different in the coffee you prepare?"

"Special ingredient is love."

"You are soo cheesy. "

He started preparing the coffee. "So what gift were you thinking of?"

"I have some money in my account, so to buy something special."

"Sugar?" Ameha signalled two. "I think Akshat can help you. He has more ideas about this place. "

"Yeah that's not happening. I am not asking him."

He served the coffee. "Oh C'mon you want a gift for your grandparents na? So you gotta keep the ego aside."

"Say that to your brother."

"I told you. He ain't bad. You are just not his type. You are more like my type." Ameha blushed and her anger melted.

"Fine. Where is he? "

"Akshat." Akash screamed his name.

He appeared out of his room yawning.

"Akash can you let me sleep peacefully just once?"

"We need your help."

"We?"

"Ameha needs it. "

He rolled his eyes. "What help?"

Akash signalled Ameha to speak.

"I need gifts for my grandparents. Can you please help?"

"Can't your boyfriend help?"

"Boyfriend?"

He pointed at Akash.

Akash threw daggers at him. "Akshat. Have you lost it? Kuch bhi mat bol."

"He is not my boyfriend. At least not yet." Ameha said sternly.

The Not Yet made Akash super happy .

"So what do you want to give? I will take you to the shops accordingly."

"How about we go to the market and find something?"

"Ahh so you don't have anything decided yet. I will go get changed."

He returned wearing a Kurta and Jeans and a black shades complimenting his looks. Ameha's heart skipped a beat.

He looked like a perfect Desi Munda. That's never her type. "Damn both these brothers are trouble. Although I don't like this one."

"Lets go. " His bike was designed differently.

"Is this a new model of Royal Enfield? I have never seen anything like this."

Akshat chuckled. "No. This is made by me. The initial model was a Royal Enfield that I modified to s

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omething which is energy efficient and good for nature. Now if you may sit, we can go already."

"Rude." Ameha murmured to herself.

"So Chandni do you have anything in mind?"

She was startled at him addressing her as Chandni as she has heard it only from her Naani.

"Ameha."

"Sorry..?"

"My name is Ameha."

"My bad."

"I do not have much money right now. So not sure what can I gift. Will they even like it.?"

"A gift is never about money Ameha. Although in city money is the only important thing." He laughed sarcastically and further added. "Can I suggest something?"

Ignoring the city comment, Ameha said. "Sure."

"Do you know baking?"

"I hardly enter the kitchen."

"I can help. How about you bake a cake for them? It can add the emotions to the gift. I am sure they would love it."

"We can try. "

They reached the market which seems like a major market of the area. There were different shops around.

"I will get the ingredients for the cake. My treat. You can see if you like anything else for them. And please don't get lost."

"I am not a kid Akshat."

"You sure?"

"Wanna die?"

"Thank youis the phrase you say when someone helps you. But city girls. What can we expect?" Saying this Akshat started walking to a grocery shop.

Ameha explored the market and got some little gifts and got it wrapped.

Akshat was waiting near the bike. When Ameha didn't return, he started searching for her. After sometime, he saw her walking slowly with one shoe and the other in hand.

"What happened? You okay?"

"Do I seem okay? My heels broke. I couldn't find a shoe shop and when I found one, they didn't have the right one. I couldn't walk faster. I am sorry."

"You are silly Chandni. I mean Ameha." He corrected himself.

He immediately took off his floaters. "Wear these for now."

"Oh no its fine."

"Wear it for now. Its late and we have to rush home and make that cake. "

Ameha removed her shoe and wore his floaters. He walked barefoot alongside.

"He acts tough but is soft inside." Ameha thought.