Your fabricated lie

15 - Best - Worst

My new favorite thing is sleeping next to him! It has been scientifically proven that sleeping next to someone helps one to have a cozy sleep. But mine was way too disturbed. I found it very difficult to fall asleep next to him.

For thirty minutes I was in his arms because he chose to be the big spoon. Then he fell asleep, made me face him and now I am the big spoon.

Honestly, I love it more when he clings to me and me holding him rather than him holding me. It gives me this strange satisfaction of owning him.

In every aspect, just to be clear, this ain't possessiveness or toxic obsession. It's just mere love! Today, if someone asks me what happiness is, then I'd say it is spooning.

While I found myself cherishing the moment, I felt my tired eyes closing. Before I fell asleep, the only thing I wished for was to wake up to this man's face. If I am gonna find myself alone, then for the entire day it's gonna haunt me.

Next morning, I woke up to the sound of… nothing. I woke up just because I had to. After all, I gotta save the love of my life and the mission starts from today. I looked to my left and realized my fear became true. I found only myself but nothing else in the bed.

Fuck! The day started with swearing

I stepped out running my eyes across the hall. Considering the directions of sounds, I concluded that he is in the kitchen.

My tired self took small steps making way to the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes, "Why did you wake up early?" I asked, taking a seat near the counter.

"Oh, you woke up? Good morning!"

I had to repeat the question to someone who is proud of the fact that they woke up first. He answered saying, "I am a guy who loves to wake my wife with healthy and tasty food".

"And I am a woman who absolutely hates the idea of waking up alone when I actually had someone by my side the night before," I made my point clear.

"Someone? Who someone?"

"Is that all you heard in the whole fucking statement?" I was really furious. While being busy stirring something, he said, "Whoa! Why are you so worked up right in the morning? – Guess, you woke up from the wrong side – "

"Adi…" I said and that is all it took for me to stop him. "We can cook together, you know," I whined.

The chef completely ignored me giving the food utmost attention. Though I love food, that behavior of his fueled me up right in the morning. "I am leaving," I tried to show my annoyance.

"Can you hold this for me?" He called me over struggling with multitasking. I walked over to help him. He was shifting some stuff into another container. I am not gonna blow my own trumpet but I am also good at cooking. I tried my best to analyze what he is up to but I guess I am not allowed to call him chef.

I wonder if these dishes exist in the real world.

Holding the vessel, "Are you sure about this? - I don't wanna have constipation problems," I was terrified by its look.

The actual reason was to help him but he didn't do anything when I was holding it. "What? Do it," I said, eyeing that food. Okay, with all due respect, let's not call that 'food'.

Those looks are still not on the dish. His eyes are fixed on me like magnets. I yelled, "WILL YOU DO IT OR – " and then there was this unpredictable sudden tap kiss.

Aditya took the vessel and placed it aside. Locking his eyes with mine and placing his hands around me on either side, "According to the data I have collected from my girlfriends and fangirls, girls love waking up to breakfast. You are the only one who is in contrast," he said in a fine tone. "I promise this won't happen again… With this, [A quick peck] I seal my promise".

A while in the same position will make my face as red as an apple. Escaping from the gap between his arm, "I - I think cooking - cooking together is a bad idea," I stumbled.

When I went back to the bedroom, I noticed my phone buzzing. Seeing so many missed calls from Rajesh made me worry.

I called back immediately. "Rajesh? I am sorry – "

"Busy? At home? Coming to the office? Can we meet?" His questions came in like a flood.

"That's a whole lot of questions," I exclaimed. Thinking it out for a while, "Um… I am not busy. Not at home. Not coming to the office and yes, we can meet," I answered all his questions.

"Cool. My place. 9 o'clock".

"No. My place. 11 o'clock," I made my version of the details. I was at Aditya's house and it would definitely take another 2 hours for me to get done with basics like, having breakfast, going home, bathing and so on.

After a while, I went out and was again mesmerized by the man in apron. I leaned against the door frame.

True. Girls love waking up to breakfast. I would choose the same. Nevertheless, as someone who spent eighty percent of their nights alone and who has sleeping troubles, I definitely hate finding myself all alone in bed when actually I had him by my side yesterday night.

Looking at his status and fame, sometimes… I feel like I am one among his fangirls who is nothing but just ONE AMONG.

It is just that I am lucky enough to be a lawyer. Had I not been a lawyer or had his wife been good to him, nothing would have happened. I repeat, NOTHING.

… and again, kissing him and sleeping by his side would just be a part of my rusty bucket list.

People out there might be thinking it all settled now when it actually is even more messed up. It is all complicated now.

Somehow, yesterday night was the BEST and the WORST thing ever happened to me.