"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

25. Taste of Maggie ❤️‍🩹

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Continue with raghavs pov

"Khiye..."
(Say)

Her voice carried a hint of irritation, but this time, her face-completely consumed by anger. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, as if one more word from me and she'd burn me to ashes. The red of her lips seemed even darker, maybe because of anger or perhaps just an illusion of my sight. But one thing was certain-she was in no mood to listen anymore.

"Mante hai, late night kuchh bhi khane se health kharab hoti hai (I agree, eating anything late at night is bad for health)..." I said, letting a playful smirk curl on my lips, my eyes fixed on the steaming bowl in her hands. The rich aroma of masala Maggi filled the air, making my resolve waver even more.

"Magar ab agar humari Rani sa (but now, if my queen)... aap kha sakti hain (you can eat), toh hum kyun nahi (then why can't I)?" I added, tilting my head slightly, my voice dipped in feigned innocence, yet the hunger in my eyes betrayed my act.

I didn't know if I was making a statement, asking for permission, or just pretending to justify my craving. But one thing was certain-every second that passed without tasting that tempting bowl of Maggi felt like pure torture.

"And I don't know after how many years I am feeling this way for food," I muttered, my gaze still fixed on the bowl.

"Damn, she's so small, but the way she cooked this... it's super tasty," I continued, my voice almost in disbelief. "And here I am, someone who eats 36 dishes in a day, and just by the smell of her food... you guys just can't understand."

After that, she didn't reply. She just looked at me with the most bizarre expression anyone could give-like I had just said something totally out of the ordinary.

As we reached our room, I gently made her sit on the bed, then tried to take the tray from her hands, but she denied. Her small hands held onto it firmly, not letting go, as if guarding her treasure.

And she said, "Hath bhi mat lagana, mai khud khilaugi... aap toh 2 minute yeh chat karoge, phir mera yeh bhookha tummy... itni mehnat ke baad bhi bichara bhooka hi reh jayega." (Don't even touch it, I'll feed myself... you'll just finish for 2 minutes, and then my hungry tummy... after all this effort, will still stay hungry.)

She kept talking, clearly annoyed, but I couldn't help but laugh at how seriously she was taking this. It wasn't just food anymore, it was like a battle of wills. I was trying to serve her, but it felt like she was rejecting me, not the food. And here I am, the "king," trying to offer my help, yet she wouldn't allow me. I wouldn't eat it, but the way she was teasing me, calling me bhukkad (greedy), it felt like a challenge. Yrr, ab aisa bhi kya kiya maine? (Dude, what did I do wrong to deserve this teasing?) Was I really that bad? All I wanted was to help her out, but somehow, everything I did was turning into a joke.

She asked-no, ordered me to sit near her. And I sat, unsure of what was going on. I don't know what had come over her today. "Khiii..." (She sounded irritated)... That's when my mind started racing. Maybe she's having her periods? I don't know much about it, but maybe it's PMS. I had read about it, but I was never really interested enough to dive deeper into understanding it or what it could mean. Still, I couldn't shake the thought that something was off.

I was lost in my thoughts, trying to figure out what was going on, when my eyes suddenly landed on her mouth. Her lips were full of Maggi, and she was slurping on one noodle as if savoring every bite. But then, I noticed her eyes-they seemed to be watering. Maybe it was from the hot Maggi, or perhaps something else.

Her lip pout, fully covered with Maggi masalas, attracted me. Without thinking much, I slowly moved toward it. Her expression shifted from "aww" to a confused look, her eyes squinting as if she was unsure of what I was doing. Her mouth was still full of Maggi.