His Yarra Girl

Chapter 32

Sharav Ahuja

"AHH!!!"

She screamed her lungs out and my ears bled. Because that's how loud she screamed. Releasing my hold on her, I checked my ears, properly to make sure I can hear again. "Jeez! Why the hell would you scream women", I asked whilst tapping my ears. 

"'Cause you being the stupid sneaked up on me when I've clearly mentioned you not to", she snapped at me. I gulped hearing her speak. I do remember her saying. Sighing heavily, she reached me and kept the back of her hand on my forehead to check my temperature. I smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose. 

Scrunching her nose she eyed me. "I'm fine choco", saying I kissed her nose again. Well, I love to kiss the tip of her nose. 

"Well I can see that", she replied. 

"I swear that I'm okay."

"Remind me why you got sick", she mocked me. I rubbed my forehead with my index finger and my thumb. I just grinned at her.

"Let's not talk about it. Please", I begged her.

"I'm never gonna make you eat a popsicle. And who the hell does get sick by eating popsicle", she exclaimed, I grinned at her, tightening my hold around her waist.

"Umm...let me think", I acted like thinking and I fake exclaimed too. "My God! Your boyfriend gets sick, right?".

Shaking her head at my not-so-playful acts, she pushed down my hand and made me sit on one of the kitchen tool chairs. She returned with a tray full of foods—did she cook them? But how? She can't cook without getting hurt. 

"Choco", I called her, and she looked at me with her innocent face. "Hmm?", came her reply.

"Did you cook all these?", I asked her while pointing to the dishes which were kept in front of me. Instead of replying she blushed. Oh my god! She blushed which means she cooked. She cooked for me. I'm just falling for her even more. 

She tried cooking for me when she knows nothing about cooking. Took the risk, just for me. "Hey! Why are you crying", Choco wiped my tears away. That's when I realized that tears left my eyes.

"Nothing, you cooked for me when you don't know anything about cooking.", she just smiled at me. "What? You're smiling and I'm freaking out that you might have got hurt—", and just like that she silenced me by placing her lips on my rough ones. Sighing I pulled her more that now she was trapped between my legs. This time she was the one kissing, I let her do anything she wanted to. 

I know I promised her to kiss her until I ask her forgiveness, but damn—her kisses her turning me on. Her hands went back to my neck, and pulled my hair, making me groan. She let go of my lips after we both were out of breath. 

"You know I can't kiss you back right", I pouted at her. Giving a light slap on my cheeks she sat on the stool next to mine. 

"After seeing you here in London again I started to learn something about cooking. Okay, now have your chicken soup", saying this she placed the soup bowl in front of me. I sniffed a little and man—it tastes damn good. Can't wait to taste them. I eagerly rubbed both my palms together and was about to put the spoon inside my mouth when an idea crossed my mind. 

Turning towards the love of my life, I made her turn towards me. "What?", she asked me. "Can you feed me with your hands please?", I gave her the best puppy eyes which none could resist. 

"Okay", mumbling she reached for my bowl. "And please don't make that face, 'cause it kinda scares the hell out of me", she said making me gasp. It's my puppy face that people who knew me to melt for. And here she says, not to make that face.