My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 25

Riddhima

After fixing the firewall that I accidentally hacked, I made supper. Actually, danger is still there.

While fixing it, I took approximately ten minutes, which still gives away danger. My security system was really vulnerable, if someone had infiltrated that. Then, there is danger.

Even if I have fixed it, it was vulnerable to hackers. If someone hacked it, the person knows the way my system works and also, probably, the blueprint of my house too.

That is danger. There is more rearons to be anxious now. It is no longer just hiding and protecting Mr. Perfectionist, after this, there is a chance of his whereabouts being given away.

My cover might have been blown away with this. So, we no longer have defense as an option. It's all out, if circumstances permit.

But they appeared in front of my house, does that mean my cover was already blown? How would that be possible? Was my acting too bad? Or was there a whistleblower?

Who else did I meet from my time from company to my brother's cafe to my house? Kabir, knows nothing about Mr. Perfectionist being in danger.

He is in the illusion that he is my boyfriend and is staying with me for awhile. Even if he did, he will not be able to tell them who Mr. Perfectionist is.

Yes, that will not make sense. Plus, he is a police officer. His duty is to keep people's lives safe and their information private.

Bhai and Bhabhi were with me in all this and they will never blow my cover. What can give away my disguise?

I cannot really run my mind with smoke everywhere-Wait! What?!?! I looked down, peering at the pot that was boiling over. Sure enough it had burned a bit on the bottom.

I immediately turned down the stove and cylinder. Shit, I messed up. The dinner! Oh Lord! I immediately pulled the dishwasher and put it in. For it to washed. Only after I threw the trash, the food that had burnt, in the trash can.

I need to make something new. I pulled up the chopping board and started chopping onions, garlic, potatoes, tomatoes and the last of some cottage cheese. I grinded some cashews and the chopped tomatoes while I brought out creamed milk.

I was planning to make Paneer Makhni. Hope this one does not burns. Following up the recipe online, after heating the pan with half a stick of butter, I added in chilli, cardamom, cloves, cinnamon and started stirring them to get to a sizzle.

Once, it started sizzling, I added in the tomato puree, I made beforehand, and let it cook, with the lid on. After adding all the spices according to my taste buds.

I put the stir-fried paneer in the curry and let it cook. And there it was, standing in glory, my favourite Paneer Makhani. I added cream and basil leaves.

Rice was already ready, so I just placed it on the serving bowl alongside rice.

Since, the supper was made, I called Mr. Perfectionist down to have it.

While he did come down, something seemed weird, he seemed weird, which is weird, because he is so not the type to be so solemn yet somehow... maybe emotionless.

Some emotions were swirling in his eyes, just not what I could pinpoint. All this days of teamwork and that emotionless after the incident today?

Maybe I was not sufficient enough for his safety. I think I am rrough on the edge to taking safety seriously. I did put his safety to danger from the day of that first threat to now.

I served him his plate and motioned him to eat, expecting something. Why and What was I expecting exactly?

I.... don't know. It is probably some feedback, yeah, must be that. What else would it be, if not that?

But, something was seriously wrong. He did not make a move to touch his dish and his eyes lost somewhere. He didn't touch his food a bit. Was something wrong?

Did it smell bad or different? Or was he skeptical about the taste? I looked down my plate and decided to check it first.

I took a sniff as if to show him, it was ok. I mean, it smelled ok to me. I took a bite and holy! It was amazing! I did not expect it to turn so good! My hands were magical. I moaned in pleasure of this food, I made.

After the realisation that he still had not eaten and was not planning to, I decided to wake him up. I stood up from my chair and walked till him, it was not a long distance.

As I stood near him, I saw him sweating profusely and shaking really badly. Now, I was worried.

Why would he be shaking so badly? I thought best, I decided to check his temperature to see if he had caught a fever. That was most likely happening. I felt his head, sure enough it was hot, but not due to fever.

What else would be so much effective that he would be shaking and sweating so bad?

No, was he having an episode? I did not see him as someone who would have trouble through some phrase in his life.

Was he having an episode? A flashback? Was he really? If he was then I have to wake him up.

Yes, that's how you deal with such phases. So, I tried.

"Sir? Sir? Sir! Sir!" I tried waking him up, by waving my hands in front of his face, snapping my fingers and shaking him.

"Sir, is something the problem? You seemed dazed and.. is it hot in here? You seem to be sweating, a lot." I asked, I was really concerned.

He was in some deep thinking, seems like he doesn't want someone to see him in a vulnerable state. I shall comply too, so that he doesn't feel strange.

"Yes, turn the A.C. down a bit, I am ok, and I think you should mind your own business." he gulped, I didn't take his words seriously. I was accustomed to him being cold sometimes.

However, I shall help him in whatever issue he has. If he has something bothering him to such an extent.I should help him deal with it. Yes, I will, I promise.

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A/N: Happy Diwali my mates and no, I did not forget to update. I am just an hour late. I'm sorry for being late. Hope you enjoy.