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I entered our room with a tray in my hands, carrying breakfast for us.

In these past two days, Ashvik's health had improved, but the doctor insisted he needed rest.

It was my duty to make sure he was resting, which he was not.

I glared at Ashvik, who was sitting on the couch with an expressionless face, his legs propped up on the table, and his laptop on his lap.

His fingers moved smoothly over the keyboard, and I would have been drooling over my man if he hadn't been working when I told him not to.

"Ashvik" I said, placing the tray with a thud on the side table and standing there, glaring at him.

The next moment, I flinched at the loud noise of his laptop breaking.

"What the fuck!" I cussed, realizing he had thrown his laptop out of the window as soon as I called his name.

I blinked and turned to him, only to find him giving me a sheepish and innocent smile.

"I swear, baby. The laptop practically begged me to work on it. I wouldn't have even looked at it otherwise. Please don't be mad"

he immediately ranted in a soft, childlike tone, trying to defend himself while blaming the now-defunct device.

"Poor laptop" I muttered, unable to keep a straight face as I looked at him, who smiled in return.

 "Are you crazy?" I asked, feeling his naked chest and strong arms pulling me into his embrace.

I wrapped my hands around his torso in return.

"Yeah, for you" he muttered, nuzzling his nose into my cheek while his fingers traced patterns on my back.

I blushed, hiding my face against his chest as it vibrated with his chuckle.

I pushed him slightly and sat on the couch, taking the tray with me.

Patting the seat beside me, I watched as he approached, putting on his shirt but leaving it unbuttoned.

He sat down next to me, and I gently pushed the plate in front of him.

As I was about to tear the chappati, he suddenly panicked. "Wait! Jaan! Stand up! Oh God!"