Baby Love

✿ Hair ✿

The ringing alarm woke her up. She grabbed her cell phone lying on the side table to turn it off. Her eyes fell at the time and she sat up on the bed like a spring.

Last night she was busy watching a series suggested by her friend. She started watching it in the evening. It was so interesting that she binged watched it and slept late in the night after watching all eight episodes of the season.

Her bed was occupied with the wrappers of snacks she ate last night.

"Oh shit" She cursed, getting up from the bed and running to the washroom.

After quickly using the washroom, she dabbed a towel on her face and put moisturizer on it.

Bhag Tali! shashke bad ma karin, she looked at the time.

(Run Tali! You can do this later)

She grabbed her dupatta lying at the edge of the bed, draping it around her shoulders covering her chest, she ran outside of her room.

She rushed to the kitchen which was already occupied.

Tu to gai gai Tali, She told herself.

(You are dead)

He was still dressed in his track suit. He couldn't miss jogging. It was part of his routine. He was holding the pain, flipped the omelette in it effortlessly. He instantly noticed her presence.

He looked up at her for a moment. His facial expressions were as always, firm as if it cost him money to pass a smile.

"Subh ho gai tumhari" He taunted, averted his attention back to the frying pan.

(So it's finally morning for you)

"Jee" She just said a word and started doing her assigned chores. She effortlessly kneeded the dough and that's it, her work was done. Easy peasy.

(Yes)

"Ek kam hota hy sirf tumhara wo bhi waqt par nahi kar sakti" He asked her grumpily and snatched the bowl from her hand.

(You just have to do one chore and that you can't do timely)

"I just overslept" She mumbled.

"As if I don't know that you were up late at night, giggling like a witch in the middle of the night" He fixed his dark eyes at her.

"Why were you spying on me?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I just woke up to get water" He mentioned.

Their rooms were side by side. Her bedroom door was closed but still he heard her giggle.

"If I knew how to properly kneed a dough myself I would have never asked you to do it. Leave now!" He said monotonously.

"Nashta to lene dain" She muttered, getting the breakfast he had made, toasts and omelette with banana shake. Everyday the menu was the same because he didn't know how to make other items. Only on weekends they used to have parathas from a home chef.

(At least let me have my breakfast)

He was now making a roti for himself. He never liked to eat bread in the morning. It wasn't fulfilling or a healthy option for him and Nataliya hated to have roti in the morning. His hands were working efficiently. It was his everyday routine.

Faltu admi roz ek hi cheez khilata hy, She stared at his back before leaving the kitchen.

(Useless man he makes me eat the same thing every other day)

She went to the dining table and started having her breakfast. She could see through the open kitchen, he was making the roti for himself which he would have with yogurt and omelette.

When he came to the table when she was already done eating her meal.

"Go get ready" He asked her.

"Going" She placed her plate in the sink and went to her room to get ready quickly. Their helper would clean the dishes in the afternoon.

After she was done with changing her clothes into a baggy blue jeans and a pink colored kurta with a multicolor scarf. She did minimal makeup, and looked at herself in the mirror for the last time and rushed outside.

He was walking out of his room dressed in a black dress pants, a white dress shirt and a black tie around his collar.

Ufff itna hot admi hy, She clicked her tongue at her silly thoughts.

(He is too hot)

She walked behind him. He stopped at his place and turned around to see her.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked her what she wanted, without saying anything.

She silently moved her hand forward in the air. He looked at her hand for a moment, then grabbed the comb and walked back to her room.

She followed him like an obedient child

They were standing in front of the mirror silently. His gaze fell at her tailbone length thick and silky hair. He felt as if he touched cotton when he grasped her hair.

He liked her hair a lot but he won't ever tell her that.

His hands worked skillfully on her hair and he tied them in a neat braid without causing her any pain.

"Itna tang karti ho tum, tumhare bal katwa doon ga main" He stared into her eyes in the mirror.

(Your hair causes trouble. I will cut them)

"Katwa ke dikhain" She stared at him equally angrily.

(I challenge you to do it)

"Don't challenge me" He muttered before leaving her room.

Aya bara. jalta hy meri ghani zulfoon se, She passed a smile to herself, looking into the mirror satisfied with her look.

(He is just jealous of my thick hair)

I am loving these two💗

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