She entered the room, and the next moment she was thrown on the bed and he hovered over her pinning her both hands above her head.
"What... are you doing?" she stammered, her voice shaking as she looked at him. His messy hair and red eyes radiated a...
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His face was just inches from mine, and we were about to kiss when suddenly his phone rang.
Shit! I was about to have my first kiss...
I looked at him with irritation, only to find him astonished by my expression. Why was I acting so desperate?
"I will be there," he said in his usual cold voice.
"What happened, Mr. Singhania?" I asked, my irritation evident.
"Nothing much, just your surprise is waiting for you," he reassured me in a sweet tone, likely trying to pacify me.
"Let's go; it's already 12," I asserted, still sulking over that lost moment.
We both returned to our positions and headed toward another stall that was a little distant from the others.
"Wow," was all I could manage when I saw the decoration in front of me. The stall was beautifully adorned with fairy lights. I looked at Kabir and found him already watching me.
"Indeed, it is wow," he said, looking into my eyes.
"Kabir beta, everything is done as you informed us," a man in his late sixties said.
Kabir nodded and replied, "Kaka, I will look from here; you can leave."
"But if he goes, who is going to cook pav bhaji for us?" I whined, pouting.
"Who else would when your handsome husband is here?" he said proudly.
"Whatever, I am hungry," I retorted, rolling my eyes.
"Trust me, biwi, I can make you do that an nth number of times," he whispered near my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine with his deep, manly voice.
I gulped, taking a moment to calm my heartbeats, which were racing. He was already preparing the pav bhaji for me.
While taking in the surroundings, I snapped some photos, including pictures of him cooking. He looked so attractive with his sleeves rolled up and his hair messily falling over his forehead, completely focused on his task.
