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Ishan grinned as he watched Ishpita clumsily chop vegetables for their dinner. Her concentration was intense, her brows furrowed in determination. "Careful there, Ishu," he teased, using his favourite nickname for her. "Don't chop your fingers off."

Ishpita shot him a playful glare. "I'm perfectly capable of handling a knife, thank you very much."

"Of course you are," Ishan chuckled, moving closer to help. As he reached for another knife, a sudden yelp from Ishpita made him turn swiftly. 

She had accidentally nicked her finger, and a small bead of blood was forming.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," Ishan said softly, concern etched on his face. He quickly turned off the stove and gently guided Ishpita to sit on the kitchen counter.

Ishpita winced slightly but managed a smile. "Guess I'm not as good at this cooking thing as I thought."

Ishan shook his head, his gaze focused on her injured finger. "You're doing great. Just a small mishap. Let me take care of that."

He grabbed a clean cloth and ran it under cold water before carefully dabbing at the cut. 

Ishpita's hand rested in his, and she couldn't help but notice how gentle his touch was, despite his rugged appearance.

"You know," Ishan began softly, "you should be more careful. I don't want my favourite person getting hurt in the kitchen."

Ishpita's cheeks flushed at his words, her heart skipping a beat. "Your favourite person, huh?"

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers with sincerity. "Yeah, Ishpita. You've been my favourite for a while now."

She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Well, you're my favourite too, Ishan."

With a tender smile, he continued to tend to her cut, making sure to clean and bandage it properly. His touch was comforting, and Ishpita couldn't help but appreciate how attentive he was to her well-being.

"There," Ishan said finally, securing the bandage gently. "All done. How does it feel?"

Ishpita flexed her finger experimentally. "Much better. Thanks, Ishan."

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑 - shubman gill ✓Where stories live. Discover now