𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

C H A P T E R. 33

Cooking lesson
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Agni frowned at the screen. Her eyes squinting in scrutiny.

Dip in eggs?

Eggs?

She'll have to get her hands into eggs? To fry onions? None of it made sense. 

She's not a vegetarian, but she is not getting her hands inside eggs. Maybe she'll use a spoon, she doesn't have to follow everything the guy in the video says. 

In fact, first and foremost she doesn't even know how is she going to cut the onions. Last time wasn't just a bad experience.

It was a fucking nightmare.

She could still feel how her eyes burn as though they were set ablaze just by staring at it.

Abruptly, the sudden buzzing of her doorbell sent a ripple of curiosity through Agni. She headed over to the intercom, her frown deepening. As she peered at the screen, her eyes widened in surprise, her round pupils expanding even further upon recognizing the unexpected visitor.

It was Aryan.

Over time, Aryan had grown accustomed to Agni's habit of promptly opening the door before he could even knock. So much so that he had ceased to even flinch when the door swung open before his knuckles could make contact with it.

Hi!

Nee inga yenna panrae?

Agni's hiss didn't falter his grin.

Nice to meet you too, Madam.

Agni rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest in irritation. Meanwhile, Aryan, displaying no signs of shame, casually slipped inside the house and started walking around as if he owned the place.

Yeppa paaru oru ponnu thaniya irukumbothu un isthathuku variye? Konjam kuda decency illa?

Agni snapped, her frustration evident.

Aryan nonchalantly grabbed a water bottle from the table, taking a long sip before letting out a contented sigh. He then turned to Agni, who was glaring at him, and replied with a teasing grin,

Na varadhu pudhikalana andha ponnu enna yepayo veliya pudichi thalirukum.

Agni clenched her jaw in disbelief at Aryan's audacious behavior.

Aryan, acting as if he'd been working tirelessly all night, stretched himself languidly as he spoke. Agni hurried behind him, her hope being that he wouldn't make a beeline for the kitchen.

Enaku bore adichichu, enna pandrathunu therla. Adhan inga vandhen, nee yennadha'na—

Aryan was in the middle of saying when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as they fell upon the kitchen. The sight before him left him astonished. Onions, eggs, flour, and nearly every conceivable kitchen utensil were neatly arranged on the kitchen island. It was perhaps the tidiest cooking space Aryan had ever seen, but what puzzled him was that nothing seemed to be in progress. Notably, a random YouTube tutorial was still playing on Agni's phone, which lay on the counter.

Agni hissed and face-palmed herself as she dashed to her mobile, quickly switching it off with a hint of embarrassment. As she clumsily placed her phone back and turned around, Agni gasped when she found Aryan standing just inches away from her. His boyish smirk, which exposed his dimples, made a reappearance as he whispered teasingly,