Ms. Detective (I) {under construction}

48. What about his feelings for me?

A month has been passed. Rudra never cried but always consoled me.

I recalled the last night, Rudra didn't entered or agreed to sleep in the same room with me like before. This morning, I woke up, and Rudra was not beside me. Well it's not been a surprise anymore, as he now used to wake up before me, and avoids sleeping beside me. Actually, he avoids to sleep even!

I stepped out of the room after taking a quick shower.

"Rudra" I called out.

"Yes" it was a reply from the kitchen.

As I entered, my morning turned out to be more than shocking.

Rudra was cooking!!!! 

Like seriously!!!!

"What are you trying to do?" I asked.

"Isn't your tiny brain working?"

"Are you really cooking?" I squeezed my eyes in disbelief.

"Have this" he says passing a sliding bowl of noodles towards me.

I must say that I was just shocked to see how beautifully he has served it. 

"Well I'm scared that it will ruin my morning" I chuckled, taking a seat on the dining chair.

"As you wish" he pulled back the bowl back.

"Wait..... I wanna try" said I.

With a bit of hesitation. After having a bite, I was just dead because of the taste. I mean how can he cook so yummy! And when had he learnt it?

*He surprises me again*

It was so good that I wasn't able to stop myself from finishing the whole of it. And suddenly, I started coughing. He made me have water and then wiped my lips using tissue papers.

"Are you a kid?" he complains.

I smiled at his concern.

He tugs my hair to my ear when I realized I was so busy in eating the dish.

"Do you want more?" he asked, standing in front of me with a pair of hot sandwiches.

Damn. I have never gone so gaga over anyone but this person. The apron lingering on his chest, on the loose shirt. The upper straps of the apron, around his neck, going through the collar. Meanwhile his collar bones and a part of chest were slightly peeking out through the unbuttoned portion. His sleeves were loosely folded upwards, showing some scars on and the veins of his wrist. His fingers were messed up with spices. The lower straps of the apron were around his waist, showing off his sexily carved waist. His apron has turned dirty with the patches of spices. The bangs of his hair seemed like disturbing him enough to frustrate him. His loose brow lengthed hair has always remained my weakness. I mean this makes a girl to fall for him then and there.

He's such a husband material I swear.

"Are you dead?" He asks fuming at me.

"Almost"

"What?"

"I mean..... Why and how?.....you're cooking...... so well!"

"Dad has taught me" he declares.

Of course I was curious about how he jumped from 'Khurana' to 'Dad'. But it's alright. At least he's showing improvement.

"When? And you even didn't used to talk to him..... How did he taught you well?" Wasn't I harsh?!