Rib-Eyed

_{TW: Mention of cannibalism}

The setting was simply ideal for an elaborate yet cozy dinner for two. The sweet aroma of a home-cooked meal seeped through the house and its warmth coupled with that of the candlelight spread domesticity. My wife had prepared a dish of a rich steak that was demanding to be devoured. I took a tentative nibble and the flavours burst on my tongue. My wife had once again outdone herself this time. As I stared at her in wonder, her eyes crinkled a little and her lips grew into that familiar smile, a testament to the love that we had shared over the years. I watched as the candlelight danced upon her face, illuminating her expression with a tender glow. I took another bite and revelled in her culinary prowess. 

She observed my delight with a smile, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she said, ” The steak…it tastes even better when it’s someone you know, doesn’t it?”. 

-Rtr. Mobeetha Muralimanohar