The Red Velvet Cupcake

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but i have been very busy
and today i have a story for you


Dedicated to one of my really good friend
i present ...

The Red Velvet Cupcake

Baking is an art they say. It requires everything to be measured out perfectly. And cupcakes they were the cute cuddly devils of the baking world. Not only did they need the perfect measurement of all the ingredients, even the batter had to be measured out. One little cheat and the entire thing would just end up in the dumpster. Sometimes they would need an ingredient that had no place in the dessert world Like Salt or buttermilk and yet somehow they would just enhance the flavor of the cupcakes.

            Samira took out the last batch of her cupcakes and placed them in the carrier caddy just when Anirudh called her. She answered it while taking off her apron

“You want me to pick you up now or do you need an hour to get ready?” He asked sarcastically.

“And hello to you too” Samira replied.  Anirudh rolled his eyes

“Look you get here in fifteen minutes. I’ll be ready alright!”

“Fifteen minutes not a minute more. And I mean it woman. If you’re late I am going to leave and you’re going to carry those 200 cupcakes in an auto rickshaw.”

“You’re going to wait here while I get ready, load those cupcakes in the car along with the decorations because if I have to carry them in an auto you can forget your share of profit. And dare you speak to me that way again you’re not Dwayne Johnson and I will Smack you Pretty boy am I being clear?”

“Yes Ma’am” Anirudh replied.

They were best friends and business partners. Samira was the baker while Anirudh was the one who got them contracts and managed the accounts. And today they had to cater a birthday party of a sixteen year old who loved the red velvet cup cakes. And after baking 200 cupcakes she was exhausted she wore her red dress, slapped a little makeup, and dolled herself up just to hide her exhaustion. She lit up a cigarette while she waited for Anirudh. She took a puff and let out a smoke. She let her mind wander a little.  She was 28 running a successful baking business; her best friend was her business partner; she was living the life doing what she loved and there was nothing she wanted and could not have. Only if her parents would understand –You see 28, single and best friends with a guy isn’t exactly the best combination an Indian girl should have. This was the reason she moved out and was living alone. Because no matter how independent and successful she was, for her parents she still was a disappointment.

‘At least they don’t know I smoke’ she thought to herself. She was still in her thoughts and did not see Anirudh come in. he simply walked up to her took the half burned cigarette from her hand and extinguished it in an ashtray without saying a word. He hated it when she smoked but he knew that his entire lecture was going to fall on deaf ears. He then looked at her and smiled Red really was her color

“So are you playing who wore it best with the cupcakes?” he asked her as he loaded the cupcakes in his car. 

“Please everyone knows I am hotter and sweeter at the same time”

Samira answered as she got in the front seat. Anirudh rolled his eyes. He got behind the wheels and started to drive. The Fm radio of his car played an overhyped bollywood song Samira gave him a dirty look. While he gave her the ugliest grin one could imagine. Samira rolled her eyes and plugged her earphones in. Sia’s Chandelier played in her ears. She looked at him and smiled at the fact as to how many people have confused them to be a couple. Including their parents!  She remembered all the times their parents especially her mom insisted her to marry him. Not that she never toyed with the idea of doing the same, She was pretty sure He did too. And somehow they knew this should never happen.  She remember how every single breakup of theirs was followed by the other one coming in with Chinese food and Sula Riesling which was always finished by Samira irrespective of who had the broken heart .

How she was the one who stayed with Anirudh when his dad had a heart attack. Or how he made sure they were never cheated.  Or after an entire night of drinking he would get her home put her to bed and leave. Only to come back the next morning and make her nutella French toast.  She always makes some extra cupcakes just for him. In their little world there were no judgments and no expectations.  She was still engrossed in her thoughts when they reached the venue Chandelier was now replaced by Everytime by Brittany spears. She came back reality; she went to the back office while He unloaded the cupcakes. It took them a while to set the table and decorate the cakes and it looked just the way they wanted. Anirudh looked at her; She looked just like those cupcakes she had made delicate, Pretty and beautiful! He wondered how his life would be Samira was not a part of it. He would have probably been a web designer for some big multinational Or Some big corporate company. He would have earned better and lived comfortably but he would have missed the rush of completing orders and organizing parties.  And he would have missed Samira. He would miss their fights and patch ups. He would miss waiting outside of trial room while she tried dresses or be his shopping assistant. He would miss making her nutella French toast when she was hung over and soup when she was unwell. It was tiresome to handle someone like Samira but he didn’t hate it not even for a moment.

Everyone around them wondered who they were! If they were friend!  Did they love each other? What do you call a relationship like that? What do you label it as? Everyone around them wondered do they deserve each other or maybe something better? But they knew, they knew they loved each other and also that they can never be in love with each other. In their little world they were the perfect cupcake. She was the flour, the eggs, sugar and essence while he was the color, the flavor, the buttermilk and salt. They were the perfect measurement, the perfect amount, Beaten to perfection, Baked just right. They knew it was the perfect batter. Anything in excess will destroy it; Put it straight to the dumpster. This was a relationship that needed no label because it could not be defined. It wasn’t a relationship at all. They were cupcakes different everyday. Some days they were bitter and sweet like mocha cupcakes, other days just plain and simple like vanilla. And sometimes they needed a lot of work like the red velvet. At the end of the day however just like these delicious cupcakes their life was sweet and fulfilling. And no matter how hard they had to work, how patient they have to be A bite of that cupcake makes it all worth.   

Samira saw Anirudh coming towards her he waved the cheque as he smiled at her.

“Well taxes and buying price later we have a good 30% profit.”   Anirudh said.

“Time to celebrate then” Samira split their cupcake in half.

“This is delicious Samira you have done it again.” Anirudh said still stuffing his face.

“Hey Anirudh” she said “thanks”!

“Thanks? For what?” he asked.

“Just being you!” 

She was thankful for Anirudh just the way he was. Just the way her cupcake was.

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