𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒: Reunited | Part 1

39.Bodyguards

DRITI.

"Okay then," he said, his voice still amused, as he finished serving the pancake.

"Come eat," he said, his smile practically glowing.

I stomped my feet in frustration. "Go and eat," I snapped, sitting down at the dining table, arms crossed tightly over my chest.

His laughter only grew, echoing in the kitchen.

"Okay then, I'll," he replied, clearly enjoying himself more than he should.

He slid into the middle chair, and with exaggerated delight, took a bite of the pancake. "Mmmmmmm, wooowww," he said dramatically, his eyes flicking over to me with a teasing glint. His reaction was so over the top, I could practically hear my stomach growl in protest.

I couldn't help it. I licked my lips before quickly looking away, pretending I wasn't interested.

He looked up.

He caught my movement, though, his gaze locking onto mine with a knowing smirk. "Want?" he asked, teasing the word out as if he was already five steps ahead of me.

"Nooo," I said, stubbornly refusing to give in, though my arms stayed crossed in that childish way. But I wasn't fooling anyone, especially not him. His grin only widened, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, like he knew I was struggling to hold my ground.

"Mmmmmm," he groaned, his voice deep and filled with satisfaction as he took another bite.

Damn that sound.

It was like he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was making sure to rub it in. The way he enjoyed that pancake, the way his lips parted slightly, the sound-God-it was way too much. It felt like he was pushing every button I had, deliberately driving me crazy with the most innocent thing.

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the hunger gnawing at me, both for the pancake and for the way he was looking at me.

I refused to let him see me crack. He wasn't going to get the satisfaction of knowing I was tempted, not after everything. I wasn't going to give in.

But the more he groaned and ate with such enjoyment, the harder it became to ignore.

"No need to make sound," I muttered, my voice sharp, though my eyes couldn't help but follow every move he made.

The way he chewed slowly, savoring each bite-damn it-it was as if he was doing it just to get under my skin.

He looked up at me, his grin spreading wider. "Oh, I'm just enjoying this pancake. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," I shot back, turning my face away, suddenly feeling like the biggest fool for being affected by something so simple. "Just eat already."

I was trying my best to seem unaffected, but I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, betraying me. He was getting too much enjoyment out of this.

"Whatever," I muttered, rolling my eyes, trying to act nonchalant. "You should be lucky to eat my hand-made food, Mrs. Mehra," he said, his tone dripping with playful mockery, his laugh just under the surface.

I shot him a glare, but it didn't seem to faze him. Of course he would say that, the audacity of this man.

"I'm sure it's amazing," I replied dryly, though I couldn't hide the slight tremor of amusement in my voice. I hated that he was so good at getting under my skin, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the small part of me that was actually curious about the pancake.

But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that. Not today.

He made that sound again, that low, exaggerated groan of satisfaction as he took another bite of the pancake.