Hearts United

Who is he?

Sanjana's POV:

Rays of sunshine fell on my face through the curtains. I blinked and woke up to see an empty bed. I looked around for him and heard the bathroom door open. I turned to see him only in his boxers, one hand wiping his wet hair with my towel. I gulped hard looking at him. Immediately I closed my eyes and turned.

"I'll go out to prepare breakfast" I said leaving the room.

I came out and cought hold of my breath. Seriously, I just saw a half naked man in my room. What the hell was he thinking? How can he be so casual? Anyways not wanting myself to think nonsense. I went to do other works. I just washed my face in the kitchen sink and started to prepare breakfast.

While half way making allo paratha (an indian dish made with patato and wheat flour)
he came out waring his jeens and only shirt with the top buttons open. I moved my  nervous eyes away from him and tried to act normal.

"Good morning" He wished coming and leaning over the kitchen counter.

"Good morning Kabeer sir"
I greeted back formally.

"You can call me Kabeer when we are alone" He said casually.

The word 'alone' sounded a little scary to me but,
I shrugged my thoughts away.

"Parathas?" He asked after a minute of silence.

"Yeah I hope you like them!"
I said still not looking at him. I'm trying my best not to look into his eyes.

"I loved them... Mom used to make it for me and my sister when we were kids" He said sounding emotional.

"Ho nice" I said casually.

Then he moved from the counter and walked around the living room.

"Nice house" He said huming...

"Thank you" I replied.

I brought the food and arranged the table.

"Sir, food is ready"
I said and now only managed to look up at him.

"I'm not having till you call me by my name" He said putting his hands inside his pocket.

I smiled slightly, but then said...
"Kabeer, food is waiting please come" I made my voice as sweet as possible.

He smiled and I liked his smile for some reason. He pulled out my chair for me and then sat opposite me. My dining table is just a three setter one.

"I'm not a great chef, I hope you like them!" I said as he took the first mouth.

"It tastes just like how mom would make"
He said with a emotional smile.

"Ho, that's a big compliment for me" I said being happy.

"Yeah, me and my sister would love to have these. But after mom got old and fell sick. We could never have them"
He said sadly.

I held his hand on the table and said...
"Come here whenever you feel like having them"

We smiled genuinely. Suddenly we heard a phone ring.

"Your phone, I'll get it"
I said and was about to get up.

"No problem I'll get it. You sit" He held my hand and mad me to sit and he got up.

He went in and picked it up. I sat here wondering what kind of man he is? He looks scary in office, he looks cute while asleep, he looks very handsome in parties and meeting. Now a few minutes ago he looked so vulnerable talking about his family.
What is this man? I thought to myself.