They walked down the muddy lane toward the market. The fog was thick, muffling the sounds of the village. Simran shivered slightly. Kabir noticed immediately. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
"Ugh! You are impossible," she groaned, turning on her heel to walk away. "I’m going to the market to get flour." oye makhna
They walked in silence for a while until they reached the main road. A sudden noise spooked a stray dog, and it barked loudly, startling Simran. She stumbled on the uneven path. Kabir caught her arm, steadying her instantly. They walked down the muddy lane toward the market
Simran looked up at him. In the gray mist, his eyes were warm and concerned. The usual banter faded away, replaced by the tension that had always buzzed between them but neither had ever acknowledged. Kabir noticed immediately
Kabir froze, stunned, before a wide grin broke across his face. He jogged to catch up with her.
Kabir walked over, crossing his arms. "Checking the quality? With your mouth? You have zero self-control, Simran. That’s for the guests tonight."
"It’s foggy. And besides," he grinned, matching her pace as they walked out the gate, "someone needs to protect the Makhana from you. If you eat it all now, the baraat will go hungry."