Shehnaaz smiled through half open eyes as he wished her a good morning. His hair messed up and falling on his forehead. A little bit uf redness along his nose and cheek, his cheek had a little imprint of the pattern in which the sheet had been under his face.
"You slept good?'' Shehnaaz spoke, stretching her arms in an attempt to wake up the sleeping joints and muscles.
Siddharth looked away from the ceiling. He knew it was absolute stupidity on his part to have yet another night with the girl. As she spoke he turned his eyes to her and soon followed his face as he turned to a side facing her, observing her. "Do not ask for credits Miss, the credits for sleeping still belong to me. I worked hard last night!" He spoke looking at her as she sat on the bed, slipping into a loose t shirt of hers , his eyes as they along the corners or her curves. She was leaner, almost to the extent of having a sharp jawline and lean appearance along her face, but then she had a curvy body. It looked like an hourglass, the prototype. She had toned arms and legs, the abs nit very toned, but her body looked well put together. "What days of the week do you workout?", he spoke looking at her body, not a moment taking his eyes away from it. It wasnt lost at the moment or love, he likee the way she had worked with her body.
"I try to be in the gym five days a week. Par har baar ho nahi paata. Four I easily manage.!" She spoke walking out of the bed, as his gaze stuck on her body. "But that works well for me, Mr." She spoke pulling up his t shirt from a corner of the room and throwing him the same.
"Wear it, your chest is a distraction. And while I freshen up, I expect you to make me a healthy breakfast, low calories, high protein, with chai that has no sugar. ", she spoke winking, as she opened the door to the bathroom and walked into it.
Siddharth looked at her as she spoke and then vanished behind the door in the room. A smile threatening to creep on his face while he raised his eyebrows. Her words made him smile, never in his fourty years if life had he been asked to prepare a breakfast. Even while he lived with his now estranged wife, she would always have his status ans money in considerations, but with Shehnaaz, well here he was more than happy in her not yet taunting him of his riches.
"I was at the apartment mom. Wanted some time to myself. " Sidharth was standing along her kitchen counter, talking over the phone as she walked into the hall. Ofcourse he was lying to his mother, Shehnaaz took a sharp breath. Not that she did not want him lying about his whereabouts, still her heart felt something. They were meeting in the dead of darkness and they had never existed in the bright day light.
"Tea? Toast?", she whispered into his side as she walked upto him, dressed up in a lose hung kurta and trousers. That was her sense of wearing to offices, her hair neatly tied in a pony, a subtle amount of makeup and a lipstick, a pair of diamond studs that he had seen her wear multiple times and again a diamond pendant that he had never seen her take off. There were no large jhunkas, or bangles or longer nails ,she was a lawyer and right now, when she was visiting her office, she was dressed crisply to its taste.
Sidharth turned to her side and looked. His eyes scanning her from top to bottom. She was beautiful and hot, but she was dressed simple. Not in a way that screamed of taking advantage of her looks or body, and that was weird for a girl like Shehnaaz. He opened his eyes wide and looked at her, his finger going to his lip gesturing her to stay quiet while he was on phone.
" I'll let you know mom. Ma if I come home, I'll get it, or I'll send someone!" He spoke over phone, while looking at Shehnaaz as she looked at him. Her hands placed along her waist, face pointed in direction. She was waiting for him to stop before she started with him.
"I have to get ready for the day mom. Ma, kar lunga breakfast, I promise!" He spoke as he cut the call, feeling relieved that it was over.
"Mothers worry when their children are new to puberty!" Shehnaaz spoke as he cut the call.
