He switched on his laptop and started looking for something on google. After a few attempts, he finally found what he was looking for. Saving the page for future reference, he printed the document out. He wasn't sure what was it that brought a smile on his face, but he was sure it was because of Geet. She had brought color into his life, she taught him how to live, taught him how to laugh, taught him how to smile and most importantly, how to love. If in return he had saved her life a couple times, it was no big deal. Sure, she owed her life to him, but he owed his birth to her. Yes, had only existed before he met her. It was only when she came along did he truly start living.
The printer's beep brought him out of his thoughts. He quickly got up from his chair, picked up the warm paper that still had wet ink and made his way out of the room....and into the kitchen. He read the instructions on how to make aloo paratha once again before he proceeded to gather all ingredients he would need.
First things first, boil the potatoes. While they are being boiled, he would prepare the dough, he thought. Next he read how to prepare the dough. And he read it again. And again. The thought of messing his hands in the flour was driving him crazy. He couldn't picture himself do it without anyone's help. He chided for having sent all the servants out of the house. Dadima and Annie were anyway away to meet Arjun, then why on earth he had to act extra-smart and send the servants too!? He could have definitely used some help. But now that he was all by himself, and had promised himself to bring the task to completion, he had to knead the dough himself.
He looked around to look for the ingredients he would need to make the dough when something caught his attention. Bright light was shining into his eyes blinding him. He looked around the kitchen and there it was......the sun's rays coming into the kitchen from one of the huge windows falling on her wrist watch were reflecting back in his direction. He moved a bit to get away from the light and saw her standing at the door of the kitchen..smiling.
At first he was elated to see her, but soon he was embarrassed that she had seen him working around the kitchen. It wasn't the first time she saw him cooking, but then he knew that she knew it was his first time preparing something Indian. She walked towards him, pulling her dupatta down to one side on her shoulder and knotting its ends around her hip on the other side.
"Main kuch madad karoon?"
"Ah, nahi Geet. Main khud kar loonga. Waise tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?"
"Main....main woh....."
Pulling her closer to him by tugging on her hand, he enveloped his arms around her completely. "Kya hua. Mere bina ek pal nahi reh sakti?" His eyes were shining bright. It wasn't anything different from what his heart experienced on seeing her.
"Waise aap yahan kar kya rahe hain?" she said breaking the trance they had gone into. She was sure her Babaji was keeping an eye on them. If it wasn't for Him, they would always find themselves lost in each other's eyes until someone came and brought them out of their reverie. She was sure Babaji give her silent nudges to bring her out of such situations.
He moved closer to her ear and whispered in a husky voice "Tumhare liye aloo paratha banane ki koshish kar raha hoon"
She was touched....truly touched. Tears started welling in her eyes. He had already done so much for her, yet he was never tired of pleasing her more...and more...and even more. She awed at the man that stood in front of her, the man she loved, the man she cared for....she would do anything for him...anything.
She didn't know tears had started to make a trail down her cheek until he kissed away the tear drop. There was something about the way he kissed, that sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes and her head fell back. She had never felt this way before, and though her face was fast enveloped in a blanket of heat, her cheek felt cool. That's when she realized he had placed a wet kiss on her cheek.
She quickly pulled herself together and said "Aata main bana deti hoon" as she released his grip around her waist. He let go of her then...smilingly. She went to the counter, pulled out a huge bowl from the cabinet under and put some flour into it. Pouring a little water, she started to knead the dough when she felt his hard chest against her back. Bringing his hand into the bowl he said close to her ear "Mujhe bhi seekhna hai. Sikha do naa Geet..."
He was going to bring her to insanity one day. The way he spoke to her, something triggered in her inside. She found herself slowly drifting away....away from everybody. Everything was phasing out..their surrounding, the flour, the air, the sun. And when his hand met hers inside the bowl, she felt a nudge that completely threw out any remaining awareness of their current state. All she could register was his touch.
Her head fell back against his chest. Seeing how affected she was, he started playing with her watery-flour-dipped fingers and entwined his with them. Her chest was heaving with the arousal which didn't help him keep calm. His other hand went slowly around her waist while her's snaked around his head.
Their hands in the bowl kept clutching into one another's. He brought his lips to touch her nape, but then stopped a little close to blow air near her ear. A moan escaped her lips and he flicked her ear lobe in a wet kiss.
Her back arched when she felt his lips on her nape and she dug her head even harder on his shoulder. The hand that was moving around her waist now started traveling up her belly and further up. He purposely pressed his hand harder when he reached her breast and then again his touch became as light as a teasing feather when his fingers trailed her neckline.
Her dupatta was causing hindrance so he slipped it down her shoulder to carry on his ministrations around her neck. His dough dipped hand traveled up her wrist and forearm and was about to make its way to her shoulder when the whistle of the pressure cooker that was boiling potatoes rudely brought them back to....making parathas.
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