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The action moved to the masala ka dabba ka realm, so....

Spamming my own thread to get to a new page... is it being Toshu, Pakhi level embarrassment 😆

Part 3

Well, do I have a tale to tell!

I, dear fans of my mistress, and the few who I understand are rather fond of the fella she’s getting hitched to (Baa’s dead body notwithstanding that is), had a perfect view of the goings on in the kitchen. And it was all terribly tomato level blushing.

Let me start by telling you how I got there in the first place. Cause logic is sacrosanct in Indian telly land as you all know and appreciate.

As you may recall, my mistress was the one who arranged for this flat for her mera Anuj. While stocking up the kitchen, she naturally turned to us to ensure her mera Anuj had the best available to fulfil his needs. This, then, is how we came to take up residence here in Anuj Kapadia’s abode. And had the best seats in the house for this morning’s tea and toast making.

Not that we are complaining or anything. We were a little sceptical initially when we were plonked here willy nilly. After all, we had been with her for 26 years and we were her favourite confidantes. But, AK has won us over with that charming tilt of his head and lips that speak with saying anything.

Actually, we haven’t really missed our mistress because her name is constantly surrounding us. “O Anupama” is hummed on loop by AK while he goes about his business around the house. “Paagal chhokro” is a term that often comes to mind.

I have to confess this chhokro’s feathery touch makes my steel get all hot and bothered. Haldi keeps complaining that it’s altering her consistency, but do I care?! Nope. He can continue giving us those melting, dreamy, besotted looks forever. And keep caressing us till kingdom come.

And, yes, I know it’s because we remind him of our mistress. I’m a masala ka dabba not Kavya, thank you very much.

Coming back to the tale I have to tell, we were thrilled to see our mistress rush into the kitchen this morning. With a look on her face that we’re not used to seeing I have to say. It was a mixture of shy, happy and dazzled with a sprinkling of wonder. Before we could wake ourselves up properly to greet her, right at her heels rushed in a beaming AK.

When he casually hopped up to sit on the worktop right next to where she stood, the temperature in the kitchen spontaneously rose several degrees. Milk nearly boiled himself over! It was only the quick thinking of the tea leaves that prevented a messy moment.

From where he was perched, his left bicep was oh so close to me. Every time he leaned over to whisper something in her ear, he’d brush me when he rocked back. I don’t know if I’m ever going to recover! How am I going to cope with this happening day in day out?! How are we going to cope?! Butter is already having a hard time staying together with the heat these two are generating! Strawberry jam is fortunate she’s already red. Though, that hasn’t stopped her preening about the fact that Kinju baby’s baby loves her the mostest. So annoying.

All these years we’ve been used to heroes who are zeroes screaming the house down around us. And licking us greedily at the table while berating our mistress. This new feeling of happiness that emanated from every crevice in our kitchen this morning has left us with a warm and fuzzy glow that continues to linger.

I’m still blushing from all the accidentally on purpose brushing of fingers that took place under the guise of crockery and trays being handed over. The “bhapps” and teasings and sweet nothings continue to echo softly around us.

We are loving swaying to the sound of wedding bells ringing gloriously. I hope our mistress comes here to lord over us again very, very, very soon.

Garam masala and mirchi are tossing a coin even as we speak over who is going to have a word with Bapuji about which aangan is most appropriate for a send off. I don't see them being polite about it! Pity he can’t be sent off for a mandir visit when these matters are being decided. It's now all in the hands of Mummyji to knock some sense in his (Ba)addled dimaag.

Kanhaji sambhal lijo.

Originally posted by: Arshi67

Part 3

Well, do I have a tale to tell!

I, dear fans of my mistress, and the few who I understand are rather fond of the fella she’s getting hitched to (Baa’s dead body notwithstanding that is), had a perfect view of the goings on in the kitchen. And it was all terribly tomato level blushing.

Let me start by telling you how I got there in the first place. Cause logic is sacrosanct in Indian telly land as you all know and appreciate.

As you may recall, my mistress was the one who arranged for this flat for her mera Anuj. While stocking up the kitchen, she naturally turned to us to ensure her mera Anuj had the best available to fulfil his needs. This, then, is how we came to take up residence here in Anuj Kapadia’s abode. And had the best seats in the house for this morning’s tea and toast making.

Not that we are complaining or anything. We were a little sceptical initially when we were plonked here willy nilly. After all, we had been with her for 26 years and we were her favourite confidantes. But, AK has won us over with that charming tilt of his head and lips that speak with saying anything.

Actually, we haven’t really missed our mistress because her name is constantly surrounding us. “O Anupama” is hummed on loop by AK while he goes about his business around the house. “Paagal chhokro” is a term that often comes to mind.

I have to confess this chhokro’s feathery touch makes my steel get all hot and bothered. Haldi keeps complaining that it’s altering her consistency, but do I care?! Nope. He can continue giving us those melting, dreamy, besotted looks forever. And keep caressing us till kingdom come.

And, yes, I know it’s because we remind him of our mistress. I’m a masala ka dabba not Kavya, thank you very much.

Coming back to the tale I have to tell, we were thrilled to see our mistress rush into the kitchen this morning. With a look on her face that we’re not used to seeing I have to say. It was a mixture of shy, happy and dazzled with a sprinkling of wonder. Before we could wake ourselves up properly to greet her, right at her heels rushed in a beaming AK.

When he casually hopped up to sit on the worktop right next to where she stood, the temperature in the kitchen spontaneously rose several degrees. Milk nearly boiled himself over! It was only the quick thinking of the tea leaves that prevented a messy moment.

From where he was perched, his left bicep was oh so close to me. Every time he leaned over to whisper something in her ear, he’d brush me when he rocked back. I don’t know if I’m ever going to recover! How am I going to cope with this happening day in day out?! How are we going to cope?! Butter is already having a hard time staying together with the heat these two are generating! Strawberry jam is fortunate she’s already red. Though, that hasn’t stopped her preening about the fact that Kinju baby’s baby loves her the mostest. So annoying.

All these years we’ve been used to heroes who are zeroes screaming the house down around us. And licking us greedily at the table while berating our mistress. This new feeling of happiness that emanated from every crevice in our kitchen this morning has left us with a warm and fuzzy glow that continues to linger.

I’m still blushing from all the accidentally on purpose brushing of fingers that took place under the guise of crockery and trays being handed over. The “bhapps” and teasings and sweet nothings continue to echo softly around us.

We are loving swaying to the sound of wedding bells ringing gloriously. I hope our mistress comes here to lord over us again very, very, very soon.

Garam masala and mirchi are tossing a coin even as we speak over who is going to have a word with Bapuji about which aangan is most appropriate for a send off. I don't see them being polite about it! Pity he can’t be sent off for a mandir visit when these matters are being decided. It's now all in the hands of Mummyji to knock some sense in his (Ba)addled dimaag.

Kanhaji sambhal lijo.

Omg how beautiful 😍😍

Read all 3 parts together.. so awesome👌

MIstress of spices! ❤️ Thank you for the tag.🤗

Originally posted by: Kitty584

Omg how beautiful 😍😍

Read all 3 parts together.. so awesome👌

Thank you, KItty 😳

Originally posted by: SmithaRam

MIstress of spices! ❤️ Thank you for the tag.🤗

Thank you, Smitha ❤️

Nowadays my daily routine be like:

Bro waise to I'm fan of all your works but this bartan ki aatmakatha series is something else yaar🤣🤣

It was only the quick thinking of the tea leaves that prevented a messy moment.

Strawberry jam is fortunate she’s already red.

Idk if they are enough appreciated but these witty one liners you add increase the humour level ×3000

I was dead ROFLing while reading that 'milk started boiling' wala para🤣🤣

Its difficult to quote and tell which part was the best as the whole thing had me grinning throughout 😅

If I'm asked to highlight the part i loved the most then my condition will be something like this:

🤣🤣

I, dear fans of my mistress, and the few who I understand are rather fond of the fella she’s getting hitched to

In case you are not up to date with the current affairs, let me tell you my dear bartans that fans of your mistress have shifted their base to a much more peaceful land of twitter😳

Originally posted by: shriz

Nowadays my daily routine be like:

Bro waise to I'm fan of all your works but this bartan ki aatmakatha series is something else yaar🤣🤣

It was only the quick thinking of the tea leaves that prevented a messy moment.

Strawberry jam is fortunate she’s already red.

Idk if they are enough appreciated but these witty one liners you add increase the humour level ×3000

I was dead ROFLing while reading that 'milk started boiling' wala para🤣🤣

Its difficult to quote and tell which part was the best as the whole thing had me grinning throughout 😅

If I'm asked to highlight the part i loved the most then my condition will be something like this:

🤣🤣

I, dear fans of my mistress, and the few who I understand are rather fond of the fella she’s getting hitched to

In case you are not up to date with the current affairs, let me tell you my dear bartans that fans of your mistress have shifted their base to a much more peaceful land of twitter😳

Thank you, my dear Shriz ❤️

I like your thought process 😆 The concept of circular thought has been driven into our heads, ye serial dekh dekh kar 😆

The bartans are suitably grateful for your kind advice. Lekin woh aman seh nahi paayenge 😆

Wow Ruchi

Matlab I was laughing hard 🤣🤣 all the time while reading this.

If only like Anime (Beauty and Beast) we can have these Masale speak in person to Anuj. This time, they would address him as the Price Charming.

Well they had first hand experience of Beauty and Beast while there stay in SH and are best to share all insights with us and the Prince Charming.

Once again, itna achcha likhti ho, tareef ke liye shabd kaha se laoo..👏👏