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47.On thin ice

"You told me you're hungry, nah?" Shubman asked, pulling away from the hug and kissing your cheek. "I'll make something for you."

"We might wake Shahneel up," you said, sliding off the kitchen island.

"Then let's use the other kitchen," he held your hand, leading you through the hallways and to the other side of the mansion.

His sister wasn't going to hear anything from this kitchen.

You could demolish an entire city in her sleep and she still wouldn't know a thing.

Shubman waited on you hand and foot. And if this was going to assure you, he was more than willing to do it.

"And your chef is ready, ma'am," he said in a professional tone, picking you up by your waist and placing you on the counter.

He pecked your lips and pulled away, brushing the tip of his nose with yours, making you smile.

"What would you like to eat?" He kept his arms around your waist, his dimples visible as he looked at you thinking.

"Anything?" You asked and he pecked your lips again.

"Anything," he repeated. Mama Gill didn't raise a culinarily challenged son.

You thought of noodles but you already ate it for dinner, along with croissants before you went to bed.

"Butter chicken," you finally said. There was no harm in eating chicken in the middle of the night.

Anytime is a good time for food.

"At your command," Shubman said playfully, kissing your cheek before he moved away.

He turned a few lights on, grabbing the needed ingredients and kitchen utensils.

"My dad used to make it for mom all the time," he said as he opened the refrigerator to get the frozen chicken out.

"They surely raised the best person," you remarked absent-mindedly, staring at him. "Do they still live in Mohali?"

Shahneel has mentioned to you long back.

"Not anymore," Shubman answered, placing the pan on top of the stove. "They moved back to Fazilka after I took control of this place."

But he still had the sole claim over his home state, like he did over most places in the country.

His parents liked staying in Fazilka so he bought them a palace there.

And of course, he had placed tight security in and out the property.

As a kid, Shubman has seen the way his father's eyes would light up every time they passed by that palace.

So he decided to always keep the same light and happiness in his father's eyes by buying him the stately home.

He just chose Goa to operate from because, for some reason, he has always loved the place.

Now that he thinks about it again, he wonders if it was the universe giving him a sign. He met you here after all.

You watched as Shubman moved around the kitchen effortlessly, adding the right amount of spices, prepping the marinade for the chicken, chopping the vegetables and kissing you every two minutes.

And you had no clue what was happening.

You didn't know how to cook. Unless someone wanted to die of food poisoning, that is.

If preparing Maggi is considered as cooking, then yes, you know how to cook.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why your mother didn't like you.