Hunting Hubris

Expect the unexpected, right?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely serious"

"You did all those stunts just for this favour" I stated, partly annoyed, partly suspicious.

He replied with a smile and a measured nod which was actually so aristocratic. Oh his smile mak...

Sam!! It's not the time to cry over his beauty idiot

Right! Where was I? Yeah... I'm so annoyed. With all those heated touches and blackmail I thought the favour Dhruv asked for would be some blissful romantic session a 26 year old handsome guy would ask from his love. If you get what I mean.

But no!! This ignoromous boyfriend of mine has sworn to annoy me, every living second.

While I was mentally rehearsing all those shy, cute expressions I have to deliver when he makes an romantic advance, he leaned on the wall with folded arms showing off his rippled muscles eventually increasing the room's temperature. And my conscience which was sunbathing on a imaginary shore took off its sunglass and let out a gif worthy whistle at the sight. A slight blush crept up my cheeks with the growing anticipation and a small shy smile rushed its way to my lips. With darkened eyes and a smug smrik, his face was magazine cover worthy. His chiseled lips parted in an antagonizing slow pace and my heart galloped imagining what he would ask for

"I need you to set my new house"

My smile fell and the trance broke...

"SAY WHAT?"

"I want you..."

"I HEARD THAT!! Was that the favour you blackmail me for?" My face was totally red now and anger was the emotion which fuelled that fire instead of desire.

"Yes! What else did you imagine?" His eyes glistened with mischief.

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And thus the following week saw me neck deep in work, shouting at the painting contractor, swiping my credit card on random, one-of-a-kind artworks, parading all my favourite furnishing houses and researching on kitchen requirements.

"You could have hired some one to do this." I whined to him on Tuesday while he was helping me select a study table.

"Nah... You promised, now don't whine" he laughed.

"You should have got an interior designer. I'm spoiling your house!" I cried on Wednesday, starring the deformed living room decor plan that has been out from the most deformed portion of my brain.

"Why would I leave a chance to antagonize you" he laughed again.

"What is this?"

"An egg beater, mam"

"Is this needed?"

"It's a part of daily cooking, mam" the person at counter looked at me, amused.

"I don't even know this and you STILL WANT ME to furnish your kitchen?" Friday eve, I glared at Dhruv who was standing beside me during our shopping sphere. But his eyes held pure love and happiness.

"No one else, but you" chuckling, he pulled me to him placing a chaste kiss on my right cheek.

"This is gonna be a disaster!!" Sunday, I exclaimed to Dhruv over phone who was sitting at the other end of the world busy with a merger. As carpenters and painters piled in, I realized that I had been unusually serious about this work. I was a lazy sloth who wasn't ready to lift a finger for anything expect to play violin. Yet for some mysterious reason, I was not only loosing my sleep over this house, but I also wanted this to be perfect. But as the work progressed I found that instead of a perfect house, it was getting shaped into a messy cozy abode, my dream home.