Later they were hanging in the kitchen after Roma had taken a shower and Don cooked for her. She came back wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. She was wearing her precious bracelet as well which caught Don's eye and made him smile. She smiled as well as she sat at the dining table and Don placed her plate in front of her
'Oh wow. Yeh kya hai?'
'Hmm... it's wood pigeon and pancetta risotto, with black truffle and parmesan shavings'
'That sounds too complicated' she giggled
He frowned smilingly 'Not at all' and he sat opposite of her, placing a napkin on his lap. So formal, she thought, even in his own home.
'It's delicious' Roma stated 'How did you learn to cook like this?'
Don shrugged, he was eating more elegantly and slowly 'It's something I sometimes enjoy doing. It just came naturally I guess'
'All I can cook is fries and maybe I can master a boiled egg but it's not always cooked when I crack it open'
Don grinned 'Care for some wine?'
She nodded as he poured her some red wine that she suspected was rather old from the look of the bottle
'But you should see my cousin. She's terrible...'
Don raised an eyebrow not removing his eyes from his plate 'Woh ladki... Anushka, right?'
'I won't even ask you how you know her name'
Don chuckled 'Your cousin got me into a lot of trouble. It's natural that I know her name. And all her whereabouts'
Roma grimaced playfully 'That's not at all creepy'
Roma wanted to ask him more about his childhood. He told her he had grown up in an orphanage and that's why he didn't know whether he had any siblings. But he had mentioned his mother before, and not to mention what she had read in his diary. It didn't add up. Then a thought cornered in her mind, what if he was lying?
'Something the matter?' Don narrowed his eyes watching her attentively
'No, kuch nahin... ' she smiled
'Did you get the chance to visit Berlin properly when you were last here?'
'I was rather busy with other activities while I was here 2 years ago' she shrugged playfully
'That's a shame. It's a wonderful city. It's my duty to show it to you now'
She giggled 'Is it, now?'
'Bilkul. Especially in the evening, the sun is setting, the architecture is enhanced...' Don gestured spreading his arms
'We should get going then' she grinned after sipping some of her wine
'Go change into something else though, the wind can get quite crisp even during summers here' Don ordered as he stood up to clear the table
"Bossy as always" she thought 'Let me help' she stood up and grabbed her plate but Don put his hand over hers gently
'You go change, I've got this' he whispered calmly
Somehow that made her blush more that it should have and she pulled away and into the bedroom.
When she came back Don was already dressed and ready to go. He was wearing a pair of dark dress pants and a silk, caramel shirt that matched his deep eyes. He was rubbing his stubble as he was looking out the window, smoking.
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Don 3: Heart's Desire
FanfictionA story about our much loved Don. The story continues from where it left off in Farhan Akhtar's Don 2. It will surely surprise you as it follows the same pattern of action combined with romance and of course Don's dark humour. What is Don up to this...