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The rain continued pour to on the streets of Mumbai as Aaradhya made her way to the kitchen - humming to song she had just listened.
"I forgot you stayed over yesterday," Shubman stated, noticing her entrance to the kitchen. "And you're wearing my clothes."
Aaradhya looked down at her - Shubman's - oversized grey sweater and the shorts she was wearing and shot a sheepish grin to Shubman. "It looked comfy,"
Shubman chuckled at her answer, as Aaradhya sat on the kitchen counter. "You can keep it." He simply stated, not daring to tear his gaze away from her. "You look good in it, but don't tell Ishan that I told you to keep it. He would start his protests,"
Aaradhya chuckled at his words, "Yeah." she replied, fiddling with the hem of the sweater. "What are you cooking, love?"
"Just some pancakes," Shubman replied, flipping the pancake in the pan. He looked over at her, leaning against the counter. "You want some, sweetheart?"
"Is that even a question? Ofcourse, I want them!" Aaradhya told, making herself comfortable on the counter she was sitting in. "I love your cooking, did you know that?"
"Now I suspect you only love me for my cooking skills, Aaradhya." Shubman told, his voice laced with humour and adoration.
Aaradhya laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I am not very exactly good at cooking," she stated. "I could use you as my personal chef for the rest of my life."
Shubman chuckled, shaking his head at her cheeky remark. "Ah, so I've been reduced to being your personal chef now, huh?" he joked. "And what will you provide in return, my dear?"
"The pleasure of my presence, obviously," Aaradhya replied with a grin, feigning innocence. "And maybe some compliments for your exceptional cooking skills."
Shubman raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. "You think some compliments will be enough to keep me around as your personal chef for the rest of your life? You'll have to do better than that, sweetheart."
Aaradhya pretended to think, stroking her cheek. "Perhaps," Aaradhya started, a smirk playing on her lips. "What do you say of unlimited package of kisses?"
"Unlimited kisses, you say? Sounds tempting," Shubman chuckled, stepping closer to her.
"Be warned, my love. I might just start taking advantage of this offer," He continued, standing between her legs. "Might just start demanding kisses whenever I want,"
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