Breathless

Her Favourite Nose

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Shehnaaz:

I wake up to find myself in a tangled mess, my legs in between Siddharth's and the quilt haphazard, over both of us. I blush when I see Siddharth's palm on my bare waist and my immediate reflex is to shy away from there. But as I try that I realize that I couldn't get away from his tight hold on me so I relish his touch, the feel of laying there on his bed, in his arms. I can easily get used to this feeling. Safe and comfortable.

A moment later, his grip loosens and I go into the bathroom after picking up my clothes from the guestroom. As I take my bath, I think of making him breakfast as a token of thanks for coming along with me instead of sightseeing in Punjab, letting me stay here the night, and taking care of me all the while. As I towel my body I remember his touches, so gentle yet firm. I love there are fewer to zero hesitations between us. I love how he has already adapted to my being in his room.

I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt quickly and come out to behold his still sleepy frame. With his long eyelashes slightly grazing his cheekbones, a cute pout stretched on his pink lips and his steady breath, he looks so peaceful and handsome. He looks almost like Lord Rama. I giggle at that thought. He honestly looks that good though. And I can't take my eyes off his magnificent appeal. But, I should. Otherwise, I won't be able to get the breakfast ready in time. I put on the least bit of makeup that is my lipgloss and mascara and strut towards the kitchen thinking about what to make for him. After reflecting upon all the options I decide on gobi paratha, which I know he liked since I saw him eating that with particular enthusiasm back at my home.

I see his groceries are fully stocked, never thought Siddharth would be interested in cooking but what a sight that would be, I mentally melt at that visual. I get on with making parathas and finish it within an hour or so along with the side dish and tea. I suppose I will take this to the bedroom instead of calling him here. I set everything on plates for the both of us and move out of there. Unexpectedly, I find Siddharth in my route. His hair wet from the shower, his eyes on me, his right eyebrow quirked up, his lips tugging up into a smirk, a towel hung around his neck, his torso naked and spattered with water, all mine to stare at. He is standing there in nothing but a pair of black shorts. I practically drool at his sight. If this is what I get to see for staying the night here I don't think I could wait for 2 more months to get married to him. I realize I'm checking him out when I hear his deep chuckle. "Kab... Kab se yaha khada tha tu?" I stutter out awkwardly, knowing he has been here staring at me for god knows how long.

"Jyaada time nahi hua," he rasps vaguely embarrassing me more.

"Bata deta na, pehle hi," I say and move towards the couch to set our plates on the table in front of it.