Chapter 4

Sujoy’s POV

 

As we all sat down for snacks, Sia took a bite of the cake and let out a soft moan of delight. I glanced at her—she was completely lost in the taste, her face glowing with happiness. Then she took another bite and moaned even louder.

 

"Sia!" Rohit suddenly choked on his food, his face a mix of discomfort and something else.

 

"What happened?" I asked, handing him a glass of water.

 

"N-Nothing, bhai!" he stammered, but his eyes flickered toward Sia, who was blissfully enjoying her cake, unaware of the effect she was having on him.

 

And then it hit me. Oh, God!

 

My sweet and hopelessly-in-love brother-in-law was getting affected by the way my sister was moaning over a piece of cake.

 

Sia, completely oblivious, took another bite and sighed in satisfaction. She had always loved food, eating it with a passion that made her forget the world around her.

 

"Sia, can you please..." Rohit started, lowering his voice.

 

"You want some? It’s divine! I think I’m in love with this chef..." she declared with a dreamy expression.

 

Rohit shot up from his chair. "What?! You love the chef?! Sia, this is too much! What about me?"

 

Oh, dear Lord. Another jealous fool in the OPH club—Overly Possessive Husbands.

 

Sia looked at him, blinking in confusion. "I don’t love the chef that way, Rohit! I just meant I love the cakes made by this chef!" she said, pouting.

 

"I’m never getting cakes from there again. And please stop making those sounds!" Rohit muttered, clearly frustrated.

 

"You have to get them for me! What sounds are you talking about?" she asked, still clueless.

 

"I hate this chef... and you know what I mean," Rohit grumbled, looking everywhere but at us. I tried not to laugh at his situation.

 

Sia sighed dramatically. "Rohit, I swear, if you don’t get me this cake again, I won’t talk to you. I can’t help it if you get jealous of even the coffee and cake I enjoy. Just control your overactive, dirty imagination and let me eat in peace."

 

The room went silent.

 

Mom looked confused. Dad seemed to be processing. I shifted uncomfortably. But Rohit? He was redder than a ripe tomato, unable to look at any of us.

 

Poor guy.

 

Meanwhile, my sister kept eating, completely unaffected, while her husband sat there, struggling to even swallow his food.

 

Sensing the growing awkwardness, I decided to change the subject. "Alright, let me try this magical cake that has my sister losing her mind."

 

I took a bite. And the moment it hit my tongue, I moaned.

 

It was that good.

 

"I swear, I’m not even a cake person, but this is mind-blowing," I said, taking another bite.

 

Sia beamed. "Told you! That bakery is amazing!"

 

I tried another flavor. Equally perfect. I really tried not to make a sound, but a satisfied hum escaped me.

 

"If everything this chef makes tastes like this, then... I love this chef too. Just look at the texture, the flavors... Incredible!" I praised.

 

Mom rolled her eyes. "Enough about food! Focus on getting married. I’ve told all my friends and relatives, and they’ll start sending proposals soon. Don’t even think about avoiding them!"

 

I sighed. "Alright, Mom."

 

I didn’t mind meeting these girls. In fact, I enjoyed their company and loved seeing them blush at my compliments.

 

I had always believed that the world was full of beautiful women—so why tie myself to just one for the rest of my life? I flirted, had fun, and moved on. No false promises. No broken hearts. Just good times.

 

But then, Sahil, a certified Casanova like me, transformed into a devoted husband and father overnight.

 

He, who once made women swoon with a single look, was now completely, obsessively in love with his wife, Manyata. And, honestly? She was just... above average-looking. Nothing extraordinary.

 

Yet, he worshipped the ground she walked on.

 

How?!

 

How did someone like him, who once had women throwing themselves at him, become a man who’d rather stay home with his wife and daughters than go out with the most stunning woman in the city?

 

Unbelievable.

 

That, however, would never happen to me.

 

I didn’t want to marry at all. Because once I did, I would never cheat on my wife. I wouldn’t expect her to be unfaithful to me, so I wouldn’t betray her either.

 

But my family? They were determined to see me settled. And, in a way, they were right.

 

All my friends were married now, and socializing with them felt... awkward. They brought their wives; I brought random dates.

 

Maybe it was time.

 

But was I ready? Ready to commit to one woman for life?

 

I had no answer. So I left it to fate.

 

 

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The evening ended with Sia and Rohit heading home early since she was tired. I wished they could stay longer, but she needed rest.

 

Mom and Dad, too full from the snacks, retired early. I decided to check my emails and do some work before calling it a night.

 

But halfway through, my mind wandered back to the cake.

 

I needed another bite.

 

So I helped myself to another slice. Oh I think, I was in love, with the cake.

 

 I could marry the chef so that I get to eat this cake every day. 

 

Of course, only if she is a young woman. 

 

But to my dismay, my mom was getting very excited and called many girls to meet me on the next day. 

 

No! I would not let anyone make me do what I don't want.