Shreya sat on the counter as always and watched Charan cook. She might have learned to do some chores now but she was still no good at a kitchen. She still had the talent to burn boiling water somehow. Maybe that is why seeing Charan cook always fascinated her so much or maybe it was 'Charan' cooking that intrigued her. She was not really sure if it was the man or the act that made her tick. She knew it was not really normal to obsess over it but her eyes still followed him like a hawk every single time without a whim to change.