Madu Kurma Novels & Stories

"Please don't cry, I don't want to see you crying." 'He's really a doting husband, Kashmir brings out the best in him.' Mr. Murad said to himself while closely watching them interact with each other. "Do you want something else? I will let them prepare it for you." "I like watermelon and mango" she started to drool when she said it. "Murad, tell them to prepare it." "Your highness we don't have those fruits right now, but I'll send someone to buy them right away." Murad scurried towards the kitchen and sent someone to buy watermelon and mango.

Ji asked the maid. "That? That is Laddu, Gulab, and Jamun." The maid said. "I'll taste it first." And Ji took a bite. "Hmmm... It's so sweet." Ji complimented. The savor of the desserts made her happy. "Can I try this one too?" Ji asked again. "Yes, Miss. It's our best drinks we have here. It's called Kheer." The maid said. "Kheer?" She asked. "Yes. Kheer, or commonly made with rice pudding with milk, dry fruits, sugar, and a teaspoon of green cardamom powder." The maid explained.

Actually, the thing is that. He didn't like vark on kaju katli. It was his problem from the very start. It is a sweet made out of milk, sugar, and nut flour. We don't know what got into him but he says that he won't eat that silver thing that gets pasted on them after they are being cooled and ready to cut into pieces to get served. I clearly remember how heartless he used to be on me and Vihaan. Whenever my mom or his mom made kaju katli or it was brought from the sweet shop. He used to labor on both me and Vihaan to peel that off for him so that he could have it. He made us work on that and he would enjoy that sweet without vark by just giving us a piece. He would fly away taking all of th

said Columba Rajadi. Queenie Qamra put her some simple snacks on the table in front of Columba Rajadi. Being tickled by her own curiosity, Columba Rajadi proposed a question, “What have you made this time? Last time you brought soto and nasi lemak. Before that, you’ve also brought some cheese bread and doughnuts. Before that, you’ve also ever brought honey chicken wings. You’re very keen on and active in culinary, Queenie…” Columba Rajadi smiled broadly, without any suspicion.

To her, she was sitting in the midst of enemies. The maids placed the trays on the table. It was Kerala Style Cauliflower Kurma. It is a typical curry made with different vegetables, yellowish in color, with slightly mashed veggies and a vibrant flavor of coconut milk. It was just a meal that contained the four courses. Fruits, juice and chocolates were not left out. After dropping the meal on the table, the maids stood on a stand by, with their heads bowed slightly. "You can go" the man ordered and in a swift movement, the maids left.

Janu sat between them and opened the box with a 'Twon-tua-dain'. WOW! She made 'sweet beeda'(also popularly known as 'sweet paan') [Sweet beeda or Sweet Paan is made of little quantity of dry fruits, betel nut, cashew, pista, gulkand, fennel seeds, little cardamom stuffed inside the edible lime and honey coated betel leaves.] "Jaans! You are really an angel sent for us directly from heaven you know" No doubt, that's Akash. And Vidhu agreed too. I chuckled and took a chilled piece and put it into my mouth.

Alfi explained having his cream soup. “That’s awful,” Pelesit said having his fried noodle. “They say that demons are cruel and evil beings, yet after knowing that some people do that, I think the human is worse than demons,” Alfi said having his Padang rice (an original meal from Padang. A curry rice served with some fresh spices) “I agree.” Pelesit who is having his Croc bread (a huge sweet bread that shapes like a crocodile. A mandatory meal for special occasions for the Betawis) agreed with Alfi.

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,

Her big eyes light up like wild fire at that last word. "I make the pistachio one with special nut butter brought straight from the Silvermoon Vale packs," I tell her. She lifts her thick hand up. "Say no more, Alpha. I want that one." "Great choice." "What is inside the yellow mellow jar?" she asks, peaking over. "Sweet coconut milk, fresh mango, wild pineapple, and yellow banana." "That sounds completely amazing too." "Your wolf is allowed to eat both jars, Zara." She looks at her full body and sighs. "No, my eyes are always much bigger than my fat belly."

Maa sa, suggests. "Whatever, will I get my Paratha? I am starving." Thakur sa uttered between the arguments. "What Karan sa likes?" My question spread the silence among them like a vampire has spread plagued around the village, they looked at me like I asked them something wrong. Maa sa's lips slowly lift in a grin, replying, "Kheer, he likes pistachios kheer a lot." I nodded and a maid, who must be in her 60s showed me the kitchen, "Do we have all the items of chocolate cake, latte, tea, Paratha, gulab jamun, and kheer?" I asked her.