I know the target was completed, and I didn't update because I was stuck at my cousin's wedding, and half a chapter was remaining to write because later on, y'all complain that I give you short chapters. So, I tried making it a little longer.
My internals are coming up again, so I apologise in advance if the updates get slower. I'll try to be consistent. Y'all can encourage me by voting, commenting, letting me know your reviews and sharing my book.
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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
"What in the world are you doing, Miss Ivanov?" I heard his voice pierce through the air as I poured an entire jug of water into the flour.
"What? You told me to add water."
"I didn't mean for you to drown it." He hissed, clearly exasperated.
I shot him a look, my eyes narrowing in defiance.
"Well, you never specified the amount either."
He gestured towards the flour container which was by my side on the kitchen slab, asking me to hand it over.
I lifted it, but it suddenly slipped from my hand, causing the container to topple over and all the flour spilled into the bowl.
I shut my eyes, as a cloud of flour dust settled on my face, causing me to cough.
"Oh for fuck sake, You promised not to create a mess, Miss Ivanov." He groaned in frustration.
"It wasn't intentional okay." I cough and grimace, as a cloud of flour invaded my mouth.
I frantically brushed it away with the back of my hands.
Suddenly, a soft, fluffy towel gently touched my skin, and I opened my eyes to see Mr. Malik delicately wiping the flour from my face with so much focus.
He dust off my cheeks, nose and chin with utter softness.
I found myself gazing at his handsome features as he worked.
Once he finished, there was a brief pause, the folded towel hanging in the air as he scanned my face with his eyes and then stopped meeting my gaze.
His marble grey eyes are intense, icy and piercing, yet there's something about them that feels so good, I can't just stop gazing at those gorgeous grey hues.
I blinked, forcing myself to look away.
"Let me make the dough, you just silently watch." He steps back and I nod, straightening up and adjusting my hair.
I reach for my strawberry-shaped hair clutcher, gathering all my hair up, yet a few strands still danced loosely at the sides of my face.
I grasp my glittery purple-pink water filled tumbler with a fanciest sparkling straw.