The Girls Of December

Chapter 19.

Magnets 

Aadvik's POV



"Where's she?" I asked my mother as she served me breakfast.

"Already missing her, beta?" she said in a taunting tone. I hated this.

"I'm just asking, maa!" I replied.

"She's in the kitchen, helping the workers," she said.

"What? Why?" I asked, getting up from the chair and rushing to the kitchen. Is everyone out of their minds? She is working? In my house? How could maa let her enter the kitchen and let her work?

"What are you doing?" I screamed at the view of the kitchen. She was wearing a pink kurti and an apron to protect its beautiful fabric. She looked really cute, her hair tied in a bun, and she had a vegetable knife in her hand as she turned to see me.

"What do you think I am doing, Aadvik?" she said in a very low tone, going back to cutting the vegetables lying on the marble countertop, ignoring my furious tone.

"Stop this, Aashika. Let the workers do it," I said, stepping forward to take the knife from her hand. But she turned and pointed the knife at my jaw.

"Stay away!" she said, her tone warning.

As we were close, I couldn't help but notice her beautiful eyes. It was like an ocean I was drawn into. And as she frowned a little, I noticed the small bindi on her forehead that completed her attire and made her beautiful face even more attractive.

"What are you, deaf?" she said, moving the knife closer. For some reason, I felt so attracted to her at that moment. No one had the audacity to threaten me, but her frowning forehead was more than enough.

I stepped back a little, fear visible on my face. "But..." I was about to say something when she just glared at me. I decided to shut up or else she'll kill me.

"I'm doing this because I want to. No one forced me here, and I love to cook." she said after a minute.

I stared at her the whole time, and her sudden sweet voice sent a shiver down my spine.

As we continued talking in the kitchen, the memories of the first date night flooded back. When I wanted to surprise her, and then I cooked her favorite pasta. The aroma of garlic and basil filled the air as I worked in the kitchen, hoping to impress her with my culinary skills while she was busy making her famous cupcakes. The kitchen was filled with the sound of laughter, clinking utensils, and the occasional taste test as we moved around each other, working in perfect harmony.

Now, watching her in the kitchen, those memories made my heart ache with longing. I wanted to recreate that moment, to feel that connection again.

"Aashika..." I said softly, trying to catch her attention.

She glanced up, her eyes questioning. "What is it, Aadvik?"

"Do you remember that night?" I asked, stepping closer to her. "When we cooked together? It was... special."

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yes, it was. And that's why I enjoy cooking, Aadvik. It's not just about the food; it's about the memories we create."