"S-something tasty."
She said and he smiled.
"Of course."
Sameera got off of him and he stood up. Holding her hand he led her to the kitchen.
Sameera couldn't find a place to sit there and she was not feeling so energetic that she could just sit on the counter.
But she squealed when he picked her up and sat her on the counter.
Shrithik was now busy in cooking noodles and Sameera was busy staring him.
Wasn't it too damn romantic? She sat on his lap, he pulled her on his lap, he picked her up and tucked her to the bed, he picked her up and sat her on the counter.
Maybe if she wasn't as tired as she was, she would've been blushing and what not.
When the noodles were fully cooked, Shrithik served it in a bowl and stood in front of her.
She raised her hands to hold the bowl but he swatted her hands away. She made a confused expression and he didn't respond.
Then parting her legs he stood in between them.
It was enough to get her heart racing.
"What are you doing Sh-Shrithik."
She asked and for a split second he looked so hurt.
"I'm......old man. Right?"
He asked and now she couldn't help but smile softly. He was hurt because she didn't call him by his nickname.
Seeing her smile once again, Shrithik's heart warmed.
She lifted her hand up and kept it on his cheek, with her thumb grazing it.
"Of course."
She said and a tear left her eye. How can someone curse a person like him?
Chuckling she wiped the tear off and then asked
"I don't look good when I cry, do I?"
"You look good all the time."
She let out a half laugh-half cry and said
"So should I cry more often?"
And he panicked.
"No! That's not what I meant. Though you really look good when you cry but you should always stay happy and not cry and-"
She cut him off by placing her thumb which was grazing his cheek, on his lower lip.
"Stop talking. Please. If-if you say anymore, I'll cry."
She whispered. His eyes never left hers. She was glowing. Her eyes were glistening, her skin was soft and it looked like she was relieved.
He nodded and started feeding her. This time, a slight blush crept over her face, but it was not visible as she was already in a shade of red from crying.
She was sitting on the counter, he was standing between her legs and feeding her like a child, while talking gibberish.
How can she not blush?
"Come on now. Let's get you to bed."
He said after keeping the bowl in the sink and cleaning her face with a wet cloth.
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Hey Sweetheart
RomanceShe was in the food isle, looking for some good biscuits when she saw him. He was handsome to the least. But then she saw what he was doing. He saw here and there, when assured nobody was watching, held out a bag and kept many items. By the way he l...
