ArHi Drabble Dabbles- Part 17 |Lesson Learnt| p74, 6/1/15 - Page 28

You Know - has to be the sweetest, most adorable thing I have read in a long, long time! So heartfelt, and so so swoon-worthy <3

awww!! arnav is sooo cute!!

This was so sweet. Arnav might have been nervous and felt stupid, but in the end, it was worth it.

It's winter here, and I just made like a giant vat of hot chocolate for my cousins, who are visiting...and that was the inspiration for this drabble. Just quickly wrote it down before the idea left me completely :P

I'm working on updates for the ongoing fics as well- my relatives are staying over at our house, so I can't spend too much time with my laptop, it wouldn't be nice, you know? But I will put them up soonest!

ArHi Drabble |Cinnamon|

"Khushi, I might not know much about cooking, but I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to go in there..."

"Oh, hush," Khushi dismissed airily, turning away before catching the dubious expression carving into his face, and settling her attention instead on the saucepan bubbling merrily away in front of her, "I know what I'm doing."

With nimble fingers she snapped a cinnamon stick cleanly in half, prodding a fragment of it into the pot and poking it with a ladle to immerse it.

The exercise of holding his tongue appeared to be causing Arnav physical pain- his features were distorted by a grimace, and when Khushi tossed a pinch of powdered cinnamon into the mix too, he lost hold of his tether.

"WHY are you putting spices in hot chocolate, for Christ's sake?" he bellowed, thoroughly confounded and gesticulating at the concoction Khushi had now brought down to a light simmer- the rich, decadent sent of cocoa had already warmed away some of the frosty chill hanging in his largely unused kitchen, and now the spicy-sweetness of cinnamon, piquant and giving off its own heat, misted about him too.

It was oddly comforting- but fundamentally wrong.

His brain just could not reconcile the two things together, and he was just about to explain this to Khushi, in a very deliberate and verbose fashion, when she pressed a mug of the drink into his hand, sieved with the tea-strainer he barely ever used unless she came over to visit, and even then because it was usually she who took over the tea ceremony.

"Try it," she urged, and Arnav doubtfully eyed the hot chocolate; when she had first suggested it, after they had both shuffled through the door, shivering from the sharp winter wind slashing round trees and streets outside, his enthusiasm had skyrocketed- but that was until she had begun experimenting with the small stock of spices his Di had snuck into his suitcase when he had not been looking.

It looked alright- rich brown and frothy, and giving off the delicious, cosy aroma of her hot chocolate that he had tried and failed to mimic...but the cinnamon...

"Oh, don't be such a sissy," Khushi accused lightly, apparently cottoning on to his suspicions and nudging him playfully on the shoulder, "I put in only a little- it'll warm you right up from the inside, trust me."

She sounded confident, as though she had tried to before for herself- but it was not that that eventually made Arnav relinquish his misgivings and lift the questionable beverage to his mouth, taking a tentative sip.

It was the bottled up excitement twinkling in her cocoa-dark eyes- that barely suppressed anticipation that sparkled and glowed iridescent in her whenever she made something from him, from that massive chocolate fudge cake on his birthday to a cup of tea when he visited her home and sat chatting with her father in amiable easiness.

And as the drink hit his taste-buds, chocolate and cinnamon combining in a surprisingly indulgent, rich burst of flavour and sweeping through his body with the comforting caress of a hand-knitted muffler, an appreciative hum left him before he could hold it back and the excitement in those chocolate-pools of light he had grown to adore exploded and Khushi beamed triumphantly.

"See? I told you!" she sing-songed, hefting the pot up to pour out some of the drink for herself, "It's warmed you right up, hasn't it?"

"It would have even without the cinnamon," she heard him mumble begrudgingly from behind her, and she had to stifle a secret smile when he plopped his mug, now empty of its contents, down beside hers- silently asking for a refill, a request she was only too happy to comply with.

"Cinnamon is nice," she argued back lightly, as she spun on her heel to hand his mug to him, only to find him a little closer than expected and inhaling an involuntary mouthful of that scent that always seemed to hang about him- sweet and spicy, warm and cosy.

Just like cinnamon.

"It's really nice," she gushed out a little breathlessly, quickly looking away before he could catch the dazed look she was sure had glazed over her face at that single whiff of what was, secretly, her favourite fragrance in the world.

But she need not have feared, because Arnav was rather distracted himself- entranced by the way her long black hair was interspersed by strands of rich chocolate brown, visible only under the revealing glare of the light-bulb dangling over their heads.

He did not try to retort to her claims, and the argument fizzled out into silence, punctuated by sips and slurps of hot chocolate until eventually the saucepan was drained dry.

But that did not change the fact that from that evening onward, Khushi always put a little pinch of cinnamon in their hot chocolate, and Arnav never protested.

Because, as they would gradually learn over the span of their lives- chocolate and cinnamon went rather well together.

Leave your thoughts please? I know it's random and weird but yeah :P

What a warm, feel good piece.

Wow cinnamon and chocolate, awesome blend.

thats so cute

Res

It was the bottled up excitement twinkling in her cocoa-dark eyes- that barely suppressed anticipation that sparkled and glowed iridescent in her whenever she made something from him, from that massive chocolate fudge cake on his birthday to a cup of tea when he visited her home and sat chatting with her father in amiable easiness.

And as the drink hit his taste-buds, chocolate and cinnamon combining in a surprisingly indulgent, rich burst of flavour and sweeping through his body with the comforting caress of a hand-knitted muffler, an appreciative hum left him before he could hold it back and the excitement in those chocolate-pools of light he had grown to adore exploded and Khushi beamed triumphantly."

Very very cute ... now that you mention chocolate and cinnamon indeed! They are odd balls yet go so well together

Really cute!I have never tried cinnamon in hot chocolate...will try it soon! 😆