Page 185 of The Royal Beast & His Queen

Everyone sat for dinner, and Isha served Abhyansh since she was the one who cooked that day, or at least that's what she wanted to portray. Everyone had their food without recognizing the difference, Isha sighed in relief but it was momentary, she noticed her husband having a second and third serving of the dish she prepared, he didn't eat much of the rest of the items and she sighed in disappointment.

"Bhabhi ma... the food is delicious, thank you, but don't get so worked up next time, you need proper rest", Avyan said and Isha gave him a half-smile.

"No matter how hard you train someone to cook like you, no one can recreate your unique taste, so don't waste your time and energy", Abhyansh said and left, after finishing his dinner.

"You didn't make these ?", Rajmata asked, Isha shook her head.

"I just made daal, the rest all items were cooked by Kishanlal, since Rana sa had to go for a business trip next week, I was training Kishanlal, and he surpassed my expectations, for a second, I myself couldn't recognize the difference, I don't know how he found out", Isha whined...

"You should be happy that your husband could identify the unique taste of your food where everyone else failed to do so", Rajmata Devyani Devi said

"What should I do of his talent Dadi sa ? It wouldn't feed his empty stomach when he is away... and I can't travel with my 3 children in this condition... I seriously don't understand what to do with this man", Isha complained...

"I think Abhyansh would manage with Kishanlal, he was very good, he almost matched your unique taste, so your husband could adjust for a while...", Rajmata said

"I am not so lucky Dadi sa", Isha said before leaving to check on her husband, who might be pissed off now, since she went against his instructions and worked in the kitchen...

Isha walked into the chamber thinking her husband would be red with anger, but she got to witness the cutest sight. He is red with anger but cuteness overloaded his fury. The mighty KingAbhyansh Singh Ranawat is seen complaining to his children about their mother...

"Did you see both of you? This is why I reprimand your mumma, but you both would glare at me as if I am a terrorist every time I do it... You are such brats, just like your mother, only my princess understands her dadda... Right baby? We won't talk to mumma, deal?", Abhyansh raised his palm and his daughter gave her palm as if making a deal with her father.

"Oh! really? Fine by me...", Isha said walking inside picking up both her sons... "Let's feed you both... Awe... my babies ale hungly ? let's feed these little tummies...", Isha said taking them to the bed ignoring her husband and daughter...

Abhyansh glared at his wife for her revenge...

"Your daughter is hungry too", Abhyansh said after waiting for 5 minutes to see if Isha would give the father-daughter any attention...

"So ? Feed her...", Isha said not even looking at them making the father-daughter jealous...

"If you are done with taking revenge, then feed her", Abhyansh said coldly, settling beside Isha on the bed.

After she is done with feeding her boys, she slowly took her daughter in her arms who didn't smile at Isha which she does every day.

"Don't show your attitude with me, I'm your mother...", Isha warned her daughter and her daughter turned to look at herfather squealing 'Ba ba... ba ba' "Yeah... yeah... you can go to your baba after I feed you, unfortunately, he didn't have that skill", Isha said and Abhyansh glared at his wife for making fun of him... Atimya squealed angrily as if she understood her mother was making fun of her dadda.

"What ? You can't change the truth", Isha said and tried to feed her but the little infant pulled away refusing to drink shocking Isha. "Atimya... Enough of tantrums", Isha said sternly and the little baby started crying but stood by her ground.

Abhyansh too was stunned by his daughter's stubbornness.

"Provoke her more against her mother", Isha taunted her husband, who picked his daughter in his arms...

"You can't stop roasting your husband in front of her, why are you blaming me now ? It was you that got her mad", Abhyansh said

"Mad ? She is just half a year old, do you think she even understands what we are talking about?", Isha argued glaring angrily at her husband but her daughter who is laying on her father's shoulder, held his face protectively, squealing at her mumma angrily.

"She might not get what you are saying, but she knows how you are saying", Abhaynsh said and Isha rolled her eyes...

"Awe... Atimya baby and her dadda are two big stupids, they are so so bad... they keep irritating me...", Isha rants out all the complaints against the father-daughter with a smile on her face, and presses sweet kisses on both the father-daughter. Isha was about to fool her daughter, the little baby squealed in happinessas her mother is being nice to her and her father, but seeing her father's stern posture, she changed her position again... "Put a smile on your face, she is waiting for your reaction", Isha said to her husband...

"I couldn't smile with the kind of words you used for me... Kiss me and maybe I could give a small smile", Abhyansh demanded, Isha rolled her eyes before pulling her husband into a kiss, and he gave her a small smile, looking at which the little Atimya squealed in happiness and jumped into her mother's arms, tapping her chest...

"Yes... I know what you want... Wait a minute", Isha said, unzipping her maternity gown and feeding her daughter... "God! she and her attitude...", Isha said looking at her daughter who is hungrily sucking her nipple as she was very hungry but didn't budge until Isha persuaded her and her father.

"Slow bache... Slow", Abhyansh softly patted his daughter's back softly, Isha gave a small smile at her softy husband. When her husband's eyes shifted back to her from her daughter, her softness disappeared with stern look taking it's place.

"Why did you strain yourself training that chef ? It's so useless, he is so useless", Abhyansh whisper-yelled at his wife...

"Rana sa... Don't curse the poor man, he did a very good job, not his fault if you are very picky about your food... And it's no strain for me, I am getting better now... Don't worry", Isha tried to handle her husband

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