Fate Of Twins

22 : Closeness In The Kitchen

Avyan, noticing Shanaya's discomfort and the persistent trickle of blood from her finger, decided to take immediate action. With a look of determined concern, he walked briskly towards the cash counter situated near the café's entrance. The counter, usually bustling with transactions, was quiet at this moment, and Avyan quickly pulled open the drawer.

He rummaged through its contents and pulled out a well-stocked first-aid box, its red cross emblem visible even from a distance. With the box in hand, he returned to Shanaya, who had seated herself on a nearby stool, trying to mask her pain with a brave smile. Her other hand was resting on the counter, her injured finger held carefully away from any potential contact.

Avyan set the first-aid box on the counter with a soft thud and opened it with deliberate precision. Inside, he found the necessary supplies: antiseptic oil, clean gauze, and a roll of bandage. His movements were meticulous and practiced as he prepared to tend to her wound.

He gently took Shanaya's warm hand in his own cold hand , his touch surprisingly tender despite his usual stoic demeanor. Carefully, he applied a small amount of antiseptic oil to the cut, his brow furrowing slightly as he ensured every part of the wound was covered. The oil's cool touch seemed to offer immediate relief, though Shanaya winced slightly at the sting.

Avyan then took a piece of gauze and pressed it gently over the cut, holding it in place with one hand while using his other to wrap a bandage around her finger. His actions were smooth and careful, demonstrating his focused attention to detail. The bandage was secured snugly but not too tight, ensuring it would protect the injury without causing additional discomfort.

Throughout the process, Avyan's face remained a mask of concentration, his usual grumpiness replaced by a rare and sincere concern for his woman. Once he was finished, he gave Shanaya's finger a final, reassuring look. She smiled up at him, gratitude evident in her eyes, though she still seemed a bit shaken.

Avyan, satisfied that the wound was properly treated, gave a curt nod before stepping back. "You should be more careful," he said, his voice softening just enough to show the care behind his words. Shanaya nodded in agreement, her appreciation for his effort clear in her expression as she gently flexed her bandaged finger.

Shanaya looks at Avyan with a grateful smile and says, "Thank you," acknowledging his help. She then turns back to her task, picking up the knife to continue chopping vegetables but Avyan reaches out and gently grabs her hand. The unexpected touch makes Shanaya stop and look up, her brow furrowing in confusion. She meets Avyan's gaze, searching for an explanation or a hint of what he might want. The kitchen's ambient sounds fade into the background as the moment stretches, filled with unspoken questions and curiosity.

Avyan: "You're hurt. You're not going to cook anymore right now." *Avyan says seriously.*

Shanaya: "But your secretary's order is ready, and yours is still pending." *She says innocently.*

Avyan: so what ?

Avyan gazes intently into Shanaya's baby blue eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or stubbornness. His expression is a mix of concern and frustration. Slowly, he turns his face to the side, his brow furrowing slightly as he closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to center himself and calm his mounting frustration. When he opens his eyes again, they're softer but still filled with a firm resolve. His gaze meets Shanaya's once more, his body language clearly communicating that he's not willing to compromise on her well-being. The tension between them lingers, a silent understanding hanging in the air as he awaits her response.

Avyan: "There's no need to cook for me. You're hurt, so just rest."

Shanaya: "I get these minor injuries all the time. You're my customer; how can I let you leave without eating?"