• • • Indian Arranged Marriage • • •
~ You're the peace I crave in this chaotic world. ~
He was three, when he held her little finger for the first time. He didn't know, what future held for them. But he did know that he wanted to hold onto this lit...
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My gaze moves around, the living room as silent as a morgue, even my breaths felt like I was breathing on a mic. I really need some expert help with my decisions, mujhse ho nahi paa raha hai ye kaam!
I, like the thief I am, with slow as a snail step crossed the living room and entered in the kitchen. I left the breath I was holding on like a deep sigh. Fluff. This is hard!
Next up, find the darn thing. Taking two steps to the side wall, I turned the light on, it filled the area blinding me in the process. Squinting my eyes and adjusting them to the sudden brightness, I quickly scanned the drawers— trying to remember where it used to be five years ago.
Again, why did I think that decision to leave was right and then now, this decision to sneak in is right? I really should get my brain wiring checked. There's something seriously wrong with me and my decision-making skills. It's definitely not my expertise.
I started with the drawer closer to me, it had spices— all the Indian spices lined up like it's some fluffing shopping mall in there. Then I remembered about the drawer that was known as the junk box—ooh la la— and I headed to it, pulling it open I looked for what I needed. My eyes brightened up as soon as I spotted the yellow packet. The god gifted heaven on earth— Maggi. Maggi. Maggi.
"What's happening here?"
"Aah—" My eyes widened at the man in front of me. I took a deep breath. I hummed at the hand against my lips.
"I am removing it, do not shout." He whispered softly, I nodded. He removed his palm from my lips, I parted my lips to exhale a loud breath.
"For the love of God! What is wrong with you!?" I said after my heart started working at its normal pace. He raised an eyebrow.
"Wrong with me? I don't think I am the one sneaking into someone's house at 2AM." He put some distance between us and crossed his arms on chest.
"I—I wasn't sneaking. I—I just needed something important." I mumbled, my cheeks feeling warm under his intense gaze.
"Such as—?" He peeked behind me at the open drawer. A small smile started to break onto his face, but he bit down on his lower lip, my own lips stretched into a smile spotting that little smile playing on his face after so long.
I made him smile. I? Really?
"I wasn't hungry during dinner but— I am now. But there was nothing good to eat so—" I trailed off realizing how stupid I sounded. He shook his head and let out a loud exhale. Is he judging my actions? I mean they're something that needs some hardcore judgment but not from him. He should be the one cheering for me when I do the dumbest of dumbest things and not go all judgmental arsehole.
Alexa, play badal gaye tum.
"Move." I moved away. He picked up the noodles packet and closing the drawer softly, walked to the stove. My eyebrows went to my hairline. He is cooking...? For me? Really? I must be dreaming or something.
