*Satvik Pov*

“How is it?” I asked, staring at her while she continued to drink the soup.

“It’s nice! You made it?” she asked, looking up to which I smiled.

“I don’t think it would have been a good thing to poison you with my food when you are ill. So, I asked Kirthi to make it and I just heated it.” I replied, shrugging while she stared at me surprised.

“What?” I asked her frowning.

“If I had asked that question before, your answer would have been simple no. But now…” she trailed off.

“Are you complaining that I am talking too much?” I asked and took her bowl...