"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?"
Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and...
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Welcome to the "Miss jahil and Mr chef bakery". I am not kidding, swear on my career that I'm not going to bake a cake with my charismatic bastard rudra. After returning from the temple he decided we are going to bake my birthday cake.
I'm covered with flour, dough has spread all over my apron and my hair is feeling sticky. Rudra, a sarcastic baker, was scolding me from the time I entered the kitchen. I am regretting my decision to bake with him because I have zero cooking skills.
"Baby, not put too much sugar"
He scolded me ten times and here my patience slipped from my mind. I banged sugar container on the counter and shouted desperately on him
"You know what I don't want to bake with you. I'm going"
I turned around matching angrily in the room. Throwing my apron on the bed and sitting on the bed cursing him badly.
"I'm not going to talk with him"
"Suck a jerk"
"How can he scold birthday girl"
"I will never talk with him"
I was about to say more but a hand wrapped around me from behind. It didn't take me a minute to recognise those bastard hands.
"Leave me"
I yelled wriggling in his hold but he didn't even move an inch from his place but instead forcely made me sit on his lap.
"Itna gussa ?"
He asked innocently tucking my baby hairs behind ears. I glared at him more.
( Angry ?)
"You were constantly scolding me knowing that I don't know how to cook"
I snapped pushing him a little away from me but he lay on the bed rolling with me.
"Meri pyaari si gussel naagin, i was not scolding but trying to bake your cake so I can eat it from your hands"
(My lovely angry snake)
He whispered, pecking my forehead and keeping his lips on my forehead for some time. With the feeling of his lips I closed my eyes in relaxation like my anger was fading away slowly with hints of his warmth.
"You didn't even eat cake from my hand and even didn't wished me first"
I complained like a child when he rolled me up on him while he was beneath me. My hands rested on his chest and his hands were caressing my waist.
"Oh, my girl was noticing each and everything huh ?"
He said in a teasing manner and started tickling me. I laughed out loudly throwing my hands on his chest to stop but he tickled more. He switched our position and now I was beneath him and he was hovering over me slowly sliding his palms on my hands and entwining it either side of my head.
