Haasil- Never Give Up On Love

PART- 44 (Our Is Better)

SANA POV

"You look good." Sidharth says taking good look at me making me giggle.

I know I'm looking like a ghoul. All white in flour. I was thinking to make his favourite aloo paratha. I took the recipe from Divya mom. Divya mom was so shocked at first that I'll cook something. I never cooked before. But she was happy. She gave me the recipe. Then explain me. Which I didn't get well. So, she send me a video link. So, that I can watch and learn. Or at least have a knowledge how to make it. And send me a list of ingredients that I had to buy.

On my way here. First, I went to a mall. Where I did my grocery shopping, brought some scented candles and a sexy lingerie. It's black. His favorite colour. From there I went to a bakery shop. Brought a cake and some cookies. My favourite ones. To have them with coffee; later in evening with him. Then; I went to a liquor shop, brought a bottle of red wine. Finally, I went to a flower shop and brought some red rose for decoration. But now all are wasted. All is a mess.

"I am looking like a mess. So, don't lie to me. And I'm sorry. I'd ruined your bathroom too." I nod towards the floor and the sink area, it's covered with flour now.

"I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth. And it's not a big deal Sana. My maid.." I cut him off.

"Will clean it. Right?" I finished his sentence.

"Yes." He admits. "Will you take a bath now?" He asks, pointing my hair.

"Umm?" I take a good look at myself. I seriously need a bath now. "Yes. But... What about my clothes? I have nothing to wear." I say looking down at my dress. It's still covered with flour. I cleaned most of it. But still there.

"Hmm! Then wear mine." His words made me smile. And he smile back at me.

"Sure."

I see him walking to his cupboard and he takes out two pair of clothes. One for me. One for him. And two towel. Maybe, he will freshen up. But when I take a good look of him.

"You didn't bathe in the morning?" I ask.

"No. I got a little late for some breakfast for myself. Bread, jam and peanut butter sandwiches. Then I had to iron my shirt. Which I forgot to do it last night before sleep." He explains, and closes his cupboard doors, and looks at me.

I feel so sorry for him. He has to do everything by himself. Then what's the meaning to having a maid? Who can't even do these small things for him. How pathetic?

"What does your maid do then? Can't she just make your breakfast coming early in morning? And iron your clothes?" I ask angrily.

"Your clothes. And towel." He put them in my hands.

"I asked you something." I frown, crossing my arms over my chest, with a pout. Which he kiss away.

"Baby. She is my maid. Not my wife. She works at many houses. Apart from mine. She have a family. A husband and two young boys. When I go to college in the morning, her boys go to school and her husband for a job. She comes here at 4pm. She do her job. Which is dusting, mopping. Wash my clothes and dishes. Cook dinner plus next day lunch for me. I told her, I'll manage the breakfast. Eating eggs and bread. Or oatmeal. And all. So, she can't be here all day to take care of me. Like a mother or wife do. Do you understand?" He explains holding by the shoulders.

I nod. "I do."

"Good. Now get your ass inside this bathroom. Even I need to take a bath after you." He says, pushing me inside his bathroom.

"I'll just wear a t-shirt. Your trouser won't fit me." I say, seeing the pair of white t-shirt and gray trouser that he gave me to wear.

"Okay." He took back the trouser and walked back to his cupboard looking for something again. God! Knows what?