It had been more than a year since i had married Virat, and we lived in our Mumbai home, just the two of us and Bruno. Ma used to stay with Vikas Bhai because she wanted to stay with Aarav.
I was very excited about this particular Saturday. Reason? My big brother and Bhabhi were going to come over, and I knew we'd have a gala time. Yayayayayya! Though we had met on Bhai duj, but Virat wasn't there because of match, so the four of us were gathering together after a long time at my place.
They were supposed to come at around 5, supposed to, mind it. Supposed to, but obviously, my family being my family, and we all having the same blood running in our veins, it's a tradition to come late. It was mandatory kind of. Me being me, knew it very well, so was quite sure they'll show up at 7 something. Buy my dear husband, being the punctual freak he is, started preparing the meal before hand. Yes we promised we'll make, oops I mean he'll make, cause frankly no one would ever ask me to cook, they'd rather starve (I suck at cooking)
So my dear husband put his apron on and started with hours chicken biryani. Like he's non-veg (punjabi) and so is my Bhabhi (Bihari) and well both of brother-sister were from vegetarian families. That doesn't imply that we can't let our non-veg cravings go wild 😉
In short-we loved chicken biryani.
"What are you doing here?" Virat asked a little shocked to see me in kitchen, wearing my apron
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I'm here to cook!" I smiled like a three year old kid
"YOU are here to cook!" He mocked in a funny tone
"Yes! Now please don't do that to me" I whined like a stubborn toddler
He laughed at my actions and patted me still laughing.
"So what should I make?" I asked in a goofy manner
"You can make-'out with me'" he winked
"My brothers coming up!"
"So? We're married. It's offical now" he smirked cutting the vegetables
"I seriously want to help you" I said making puppy faces
He pooped his eye brow up, unsure
"Come on!"
"Fine. You can make raita" he shrugged chopping tomatoes
"Yes boss." I smiled taking out the curd
He looked at me with sceptical eyes
He was right. More than concentrating on the raita,i was consecrating on him, how he looked so serious while making food, how he took care of every detail of food making, very fine cooking. Damn man he looked smoking hot in that apron! God I so want to strip it off. He'd make an exotic chef! I'd never realised that I'd forgotten all about the raita and was staring my husband, wide eyed like a freaky Stalker. Idiot.
"What?" He asked looking at me
"What? What. Nothing" I said embarrassed coming back to raita
"You'll never get over it right?" He asked smiling
"Get over what?" I asked stirring the raita
"Get over staring at me, and fantasising stuff while I cook" he smiled looking at me with bright eyes
I blushed hard at that. Noooooo. Never. I'll stare you and fantasize about you reach and everytime you cook.
"What? I didn't get my reply" he demanded coming closer to me and holding me by my hands
I just continued to look down out of embarrassment, growing darker shade by shade.
"Uhmm" he groaned sliding his nose up and down my flushed cheeks.
