Author's POV
Adhrit rolled his eyes, watching Anaisha’s huge grin.
He walked close to her, and snatched the knife from her hands.
She glared at him, tightening her grip on the knife handle. "Why are you taking it? I will make breakfast today..."
He looked at her — a wide, mocking smile spreading across his lips.
He replied in a mocking way, "Don't work so hard, Miss Princess. My whole family, including me, is pure vegetarian, and looking at your chopping skills, I can't risk eating your fingers for breakfast."
As soon as she comprehended his insult, she glared at him with her sharp eyes, but the mocking smile on his lips only deepened in response.
They stared at each other for a few tense seconds. Then, he gracefully ignored her, and shifted his full focus to chopping the vegetables.
Her gaze remained fixed on him, observing him while he was busy at work.
When she saw that, he wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention, getting irritated, she finally broke her silence, "Mumma asked you to help me! Should I tell her, what you're doing here? You know that, this is my first ritual here, right?"
Hearing this, his eyes instantly snapped in her direction, and threw a sharp glare in her direction.
He knew very well that, according to the ritual, she had to make breakfast today. Mamta had also instructed him only to help her.
He sighed in defeat. Composing himself, he spoke in a normal tone, "Fine. Take the flour out of that container, and knead it into a dough. You'll hurt yourself, if you try to chop the vegetables. I'll take care of it."
When she felt the care and worry hidden in his words, a smile automatically appeared on her beautiful lips.
Watching her smile for no reason, he gave her a weird look, and got engrossed in his work once again.
He turned away, but her gaze refused to move from him.
Wearing a white shirt over black cargo pants — sleeves folded to his elbows, his messy and slightly wet hair falling over his forehead — he looked extremely handsome.
She sighed heavily, and finally turned away to do the work assigned to her.
She took the flour out of the container into a large plate, then, holding another bowl, went to get water.
She came back with the bowl of water, and was just about to pour it over the flour, when suddenly his gaze fell on her.
As soon as he saw the amount of flour in the plate, his eyes widened, and he almost shouted, running in her direction, "No, no, no! Wait, wait!"
She got startled hearing his loud voice, and stumbled back, placing a hand over her chest.
Once pacified, she passed him a sharp glare. "What the hell? Why did you shout like that?" — her voice carried frustration.
He narrowed his eyes at her. His voice came out equally frustrated, as he spoke through his gritted teeth, "You! You were seriously going to knead this much flour? Do you think of me and my family as giants, or do you want to invite the whole neighborhood to a feast?"
"Look at it! You've emptied more than half of the container onto the plate!" he added, pointing his index finger towards the plate filled with flour.
She looked at him with confusion, and asked innocently, "Really? Is it too much?"
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Her Dangerous Obsession
Romance"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." ✯ -------------------- ✿ ✯ ✿ -------------------- ✯ "I hate you more than anything else!" he said coldly, his eyes burning wi...
