Unconditional Love

Be My Cook

I dolled up my self in a fancy black stripped gown.........my waist length hair was curled up at the end......my lips were shining because of the strawberry lip balm.....I was waiting for him behind the kali temple when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to look at his handsome face.....

Hi.....(he waved his hand but she was drinking his beauty)

Hello....(he chipped once again thus breaking her trance)

Hi....(she smiled coyly) kun bulaya mujhe?

Tumhe khana banana ata hei? (he asked all of a sudden)

I was shocked.....is this the reason for which he asked me to come here!....I thought he is planning to propose me....

Kya? yeh kun janna chate ho? oh ho....yani tum bhi ussi category mei jate ho...(she cupped her waist and raised on of her eye brows)

Kis category? (he frowned)

Yaniki wife ko khana banana ana chaiye....usko bachhe sambhalna ana chaiye....usse job nei karna chaiye....etc..

Kitna imagine karti ho tum...(he shook his head) It's like mere parents ko urgently America jana hei....eak month kei liye.....tab tak I want u to cook for me at my house....(he declared)

Kun? (crossed her arms across her chest) servant hun tumhari?

Nei would be wife ho...(her cheeks turned red) thik hei tum nei chati tto koi baat nei....mei apni padosh wali Meera ko keh dunga mere liye khana banadegi ake....(he was about to go)

Arrey Randhir...(gripped his arm) mei banadungi....wese bhi wo Meera hygienic khana banaegi ki nehi kya pata...(she surged her shoulders and she smirked)

Okay tto kaal sei ajao mere ghar khana banane....(he tucked a random strand of hair behind her ear)

Hmm......

Awo tumhe ghar chod deta hun....

After they reached her home.....

suno....(when she was about to close the door) 

Haan...(she looked at his face)

Meera naam ki koi padoshi hei hi nei (he winked at her and she widened her eyes)

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