Don 3: Heart's Desire

Chapter 45

Roma and Don were both in the kitchen, dressed only in their bathrobes. He was cooking for her yet again and she was sitting at the counter, admiring the view. Don had combed his wet hair back and the fluffy black bathrobe had a deep v cut, showing his collar bone and part of his well defined chest. Now that she had had her fair taste of him, she was craving more, much more.

She just sat there drinking in each of his moves. He was making pancakes for her, or rather, crêpes as he insisted, since they were in Paris

Don had tied a towel around her head like a turban after they stepped out of the shower and placed her on the bar stool and told her

'Sultana, now your wish is my command'

'You're very much like an Arabian prince yourself' she pointed out, and again ogled at his damp hair combed back, his thick beard and deep brown eyes

'Did my nose give it away?' he chuckled

'I love your nose. I find it very masculine and imposing'

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her 'Love is blind, sweetheart' he winked at her mysteriously then resumed making the batter

She gave him a half smile then got off her chair and went to stand next to him 'Can I give it a try?'

Don was heating up the pan and gave her a look as if he was scared 'Is my ceiling going to end up covered in crêpes?'

They then giggled and he took some batter into the ladle 'Allow me to demonstrate first' he said very pompously

She smiled and watched him pour it into the pan and very graciously covering its whole surface, evenly.

'And if you want to know how long to wait till you flip it over, you have to kiss, like this' he pulled her close by her waist and kissed her once 'And only then you can flip it' he said remaining very serious

Roma was trying hard not to laugh 'Achcha, shukriya Guruji' she folded her hands

Don smirked and flipped the pancake on the other side 'You know they say the first one doesn't turn out as expected even for top chefs'

'Haan, I've heard that saying about pancakes before'

Don closed his eyes and breathed as if trying to remain calm 'Crêpes, s'il te plaît'

Again she tried not to laugh. She loved it when he was this funny and their little game. So she touched her ears in sign of apology and folded her hands again

'But Don always gets it right' he said pompously as he placed it on a plate and Roma carefully inspected it. Indeed it looked flawless

'Wah, wah! Kya baat hai!'

Don gestured for her to stop praising, but he was intentionally being not at all convincing so she finally laughed and he chuckled too. She loved seeing his eyes smile as well. When his smile reached his eyes they sparkled warmly and she felt very happy.

'Well it looks yummy, but you can't really tell before tasting it'

'You can tell, believe me' he winked at her and she blushed

She then wanted to rip a bit of the pancake to have a bite and he playfully slapped her hand 'Belkol nahin!' he imitated her when he had wanted to taste the filling for his cake

She giggled 'Come on, I don't sound like that'

He cleared his voice 'Ok, agreed your voice is not as high pitched. But the longer the wait, the better the outcome'