[The evening sun casts a warm glow through the windows of Arjun and Aarohi's spacious kitchen. Aarohi stands at the counter, chopping vegetables with precision, while Arjun leans against the kitchen island, watching her with a fond smile.]
Arjun: (teasingly) Need any help there, Chef Mrs Kapoor ?
Aarohi: (playfully) Oh, so now you decide to offer help after I've done all the work?
[Arjun chuckles, stepping closer to her and reaching for an apron.]
Arjun: (grinning) Better late than never, right?
[Aarohi rolls her eyes but hands him an apron nonetheless. Together, they continue preparing dinner, their movements synchronized and effortless.]
Arjun: (taking a carrot from the cutting board) So, tell me, what's on the menu tonight, Chef ?
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Aarohi: (smirking) Well, Mr. Kapoor, we have your favorite - chicken tikka masala.
[Arjun's eyes light up with delight as he watches Aarohi work her culinary magic.]
Arjun: (with a grin) You spoil me, you know that?
Aarohi: (softly) You deserve to be spoiled.
[Their eyes meet, and for a moment, the world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of love and warmth.]
[As they cook, they reminisce about their journey together, sharing memories of their courtship and early days of marriage.]
Arjun: (reflectively) Remember our first date? I was so nervous, I spilled wine all over myself.
Aarohi: (laughing) And I pretended not to notice, even though it was hard not to laugh.
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[Arjun reaches for her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring.]
Arjun: (tenderly) I knew then, in that moment, that you were the one for me. And I thank my lucky stars every day that you said yes.
