𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄
" I will ask you last time , what you were doing with him " He asked as he got more near. I stayed still on the table of the classroom .
" And who do you think you are to ask me anything " I said keeping my...
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"Will you please let me go now?" I said, as it had been two hours since he had trapped me between his arms. I never thought I would see this side of him. He was resting his head on my chest and closing his eyes. He opened his eyes and shook his head.
"A little more, please," he whispered. I sighed because I was getting tired from lying in the same position, and we had a project to complete. I tapped his shoulder as he looked up at me.
"Come on now, let's get up," I said, this time more desperately. He pressed his lips together and got up, giving me the space to finally straighten up. He was no longer wearing his glasses, and as much as he looked handsome with them, he looked even better without them.
"What are you looking at, love?" My heart melted every time he called me that. How could someone be this charming?
"Handsomeness," I said with a big smile. He chuckled and pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled away, I saw something flicker in his eyes, but it was gone quickly.
"What's wrong? You look... sad suddenly," I asked because I couldn't hold myself back. Yes, we had just started dating, but I wanted to know him. All about him.
"It's just, I never want to lose you," he said in a low voice, but I heard it. I put my hand on his and gave him a warm smile. "You won't."
I got up from the couch while his eyes followed me. "Unless you do something that will make me want to kill you," I said sweetly, which made him laugh a little.
"I'll try not to make you mad," he said, getting up and walking over to me. I turned to him with a smile, realising how much taller he was than me. He was actually huge in comparison.
"I'm hungry, let's cook something," I said, and he quickly nodded.
"Fine, you sit here. I will go and make something tasty," he said and was about to leave, but I held his arm.
"No! I will cook. I will grant you the special taste of food cooked by my hands."
He raised his eyebrows and looked a little shocked. "You know how to cook?" he asked, and I nodded casually.
"My Dad, he loves to cook, so I learned with him. Now I make better dishes than him."
He smiled, clearly impressed. "Phir toh mujhe zaroor try karna padega," he said. (Then I definitely have to try it.)
"Bilkul," I replied. (Absolutely.)
We moved to the kitchen together. I started gathering ingredients while he watched with an amused expression. "So, what's the special dish today?" he asked.
"Kuch simple but delicious," I said, smiling.
"Main madad kar sakta hoon?" he offered. (Can I help?)
"Nahi, aap bas yahan baithiye aur dekhte rahiye," I insisted. (No, you just sit here and watch.)
