My Bodyguard

6

I assume today is his off day because he's been sleeping and it's almost noon.

I was cooking chicken, making chicken tandoori with bread and dal.

I know how to cook and I cook quite well because I use to cook so many times at my father's.

I glanced at the chicken in the oven, rolling the dough and I heard footsteps, making me glance at him.

He stood beside me, staring at the pot that had dal. I never had a full day with him and this is his first time of having a day off after a month.

It's been a month since we've been married.

"Is that dal?" He questioned and I nodded, looking for a spoon. I scooped a spoonful, giving to him and he took it, taking my spoonful feed without hesitation.

"I'll make the naan and the chicken is ready. You should sit." I said flipping the roti but he stood beside me, staring at the pan.

"Careful." He said and at the same time I accidentally grabbed the stupid pan. I hissed, pulling back my hand, waving it around frantically and he pulled me to the sink, letting my hand under water.

"I told you to be careful."

"It wasn't on purpose." I mumbled, tearing up because it was burning so bad.

"Let's go to the clinic." He pulled me and I shook my head frantically, letting my hand under water again.

"I don't want to be injected. Please." I murmured, looking at him and he stares at me, walking to the fridge and grabbed a bag of ice.

"Just sit." He said pushing me down on the stool and he made the naan, taking the chicken out.

"I can do it. It's my job."

"Who said it was? Just sit there, Ira." He said sternly and I dropped my head down, mumbling a sorry.

He always calls my name a little weirdly. I don't get it why.

He put the naan down, chicken and dal.

"Eat." I nodded, waiting for him but he went somewhere, coming back with a box in his hand.

I stared at it, reading the label.

"I told you to eat." He said sternly and I quickly took the naan, chicken and dal, eating it slowly. He took my stinging hand, opening the box and brought out something, dabbing on my skin.

I flinched, feeling the sting and he glanced at me, dabbing the gel more on my skin.

"It will get better." He mumbled after wrapping my hand gently and I looked at him, getting touched,

"Thank you but s—" he gave me a look and I just silently ate, taking another one.

We ate together in silence and I ignored my stinging hand, looking at him eating a lot. He likes to eat a lot and he is bulky.

"Get dressed later, we're going out." He said after washing the plates even though I told him not to.

I mumbled an okay, getting down from the stool and he was standing close to me, taking something from the fridge.

"You smell like orange." He said suddenly and I got excited instantly.

"I do?! My squeaky soap works!" I said sniffing myself because I really do love the smell and he leans down to me, smelling near my neck that made me freeze up.

"Your squeaky soap works." He said with a tiny smile, patting my head and walked away.

What? What is this new thing?