Yours insanely

27.First morning

Shahneel walked to the kitchen in the morning, intending to make you a nice welcome breakfast by herself.

And the first thing she saw was her brother who was already in the process.

"I was going to make breakfast," she said, sighing now that the opportunity has been taken by her brother.

"Maybe lunch," Shubman said as he tasted the food, analyzing if it was good and if the taste would be to your liking. "Perfect," he said to himself and set aside the spoon in his hand.

A few people walked in to set the table while he washed his hands in the sink.

He got the newly brought carton of chocolate milkshake, your favorite by the way, out of the fridge and poured it in a glass, adding an eco-friendly straw.

Then stepped out of the kitchen after an hour of making your breakfast with the glass of milkshake in his hand.

"And di, if you're making lunch, leave out curd," he added to his sister who trailed behind with a coffee mug in her hand. "Also anything that has to do with milk, except paneer and cheese."

He's noticed you love paneer butter masala, not so much with paneer tikka, and grilled cheese sandwiches or burgers.

Milk with cereal, only chocolate flavored, was fine but you didn't enjoy it all the time. Only when you felt like it. And milkshakes were different from milk.

Shubman walked upstairs to your room and stood in front of the closed door, knocking lightly at it once.

It was 7 am.

You've mentioned it once. You're usually done getting ready around this time.

He stood with the glass in his hand for three seconds maybe, until you opened the door.

And the smile appeared on his face naturally, just looking at you.

"Good morning," Shubman said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Your morning just got better.

"Good morning to you too," you smiled back, letting him walk in and place the glass of milkshake on the nightstand.

He wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace, kissing the crown of your head as you hugged him back, head on his chest.

"Did you sleep well?" Shubman asked and you nodded a little.

You were a little anxious about settling in. Not about him. It was the change in lifestyle, and the thought if there'd be a change between you two after it happens.

Clearly, nothing changed. If anything, he's become more attentive about your comfort and wishes now that you're near him.

"I did," you added, closing your eyes. It wasn't odd for you. "I fall asleep anywhere, you know. When you're feeling tired, nothing can stop you. I've fallen asleep under my bed many times."

You stayed in Shubman's arms, trying not to notice the fact that his t-shirt was cotton. And the purest form of cotton is somewhat thin.

Sweatpants were a charm on him. He exuded an aura of even more comfort and relaxation.

Also because he looked like he was home and you were with him.

Not dressing up, just lounging, it was like being yourself around each other.

He pulled just his head away, prompting you to do the same. That called for a kiss.

Shubman's lips were on yours, fingers gentle and yielding against your cheek.

You moved your lips with his, cherishing the kiss that lit up your morning with lumens more than what high-efficiency bulbs could ever emit.

Your arms sneaked around his neck, tugging at the hair on the back of his head that was still slightly wet from the morning shower.

That evoked a slight shudder from him, making him break the kiss to look at you.

"What?" You asked as Shubman stared into your eyes.

When he said nothing and just continued with his intent gazing, you kissed him again, tugging at his hair. Yes, that was it.

Do you have any idea what that does to him?

He responded with just as much fervor, tilting his head ever so slightly in the kiss, making you tighten your arms around his neck before you pulled away.

"You do realize that the door is open, right?" You asked, out of breath.

"No one's going to walk in," Shubman said, kissing your cheek.

"Still," you dragged, covering his mouth with your palm. "Is that milkshake for me?"

He nodded, kissing your other cheek this time, and that was our cue to search for memes about single life so we can feel better.

Grabbing hold of the glass again, he handed it to you. "Enjoy it on the way to breakfast?" He asked and you nodded, taking a sip through the straw.

Once you were downstairs, you noticed that the food was already placed on the table.

Unbeknown to you, Shahneel had left to the piano room with the intention of testing her musical skills so she could show them to you later.

Shubman made you sit on one of the chairs by the table just in time with his sister returning.

After three minutes of testing her musical skills, she decided that you couldn't be traumatized. Which you will be, if you watch her play the piano.

She beamed once she caught sight of you and with a very enthusiastic morning greeting, she sat on the chair across yours because her brother raced to sit beside you. She'll have her way one day.

There was a verbal combat between them on who gets to sit beside you, and when they looked at you for a conclusion, you just said whoever's there first.

And as you sat in between the chaotic siblings, Shubman served you breakfast.

There was laughter, legs kicked, and small talk that was way too long. All that you never had at a dining table back then.

You thought as you looked at them with a smile, maybe you could get used to this.