FF - The Promise - updated CH 102 on 23rd May - Page 88

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Chapter 102

The morning light floods the room, coaxing me from my deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out but find myself unable to. I frown in irritation and force myself to open my eyes. I blink a few times as the light overwhelms me. As soon as my eyes adjust to the light I am left flabbergasted. Wow!! What a view...I continue to be engaged by the beauty of mother nature, when a hand hits me smack in my face.

Ungh!! I moan as I move to remove the appendage laying heavily on my face. Now that my face has its freedom, I turn my head to look at him lay beside me on his side. I smile as I realize how cramped up he must be scooched up against the back of the couch with no space to move between the me and the back of the couch. But his current position gives me an unprecedented opportunity to study him. His handsome face looks so relaxed in sleep, far away from the usual anxieties that plague our lives. His pouty bruised lips are parted slightly and his silky, shiny hair is a glorious mess. The temptation arises and I turn to my side to reach out and touch him, but my hunger takes precedence. My stomach growls softly reminding me of its existence.

I slip off the couch as noiselessly as I can. He groans softly as I move away, a frown forming across his face. I smile at that, happy that even in his sleep, the very thought of me going away troubles him.

I look around for something to wear. But the only thing around are a pair of boxer shorts.. his boxer shorts. I bite into my lip suddenly reminded of my new found boldness. Is it truly new found?? Maybe the boldness was always there.. just well hidden. I am brought back to the present as a light wind blows and my nipples harden with the unexpected chill. I tip-toe upstairs in my search for some clothing. Finding Rishab's shirt discarded on the floor I pick it up and shrug it on. I need to find a bathroom quickly but couldn't stop myself from pausing to smell his fragrance on his shirt. I liked the fact that his scent was wrapped around me.

I wash my hands and stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sink. Do I look any different? I somehow feel different. I feel a little sore.. some places a little more sore than others. Muscles that I didn't know exist were aching. I continue to look at myself in the mirror. Just-f**ked hair doesn't suit me but I still like it nonetheless. I try to bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up. Need a hair-tie!!

My stomach reminds me yet again of its existence, this time with a louder and longer growl. I head back out to the bedroom and find my handbag. I notice a few messages from Abby.

*Did you reach safely?*

*Where are you Madhu? Why aren't you answering?*

*If the reason why you are not answering my messages is because of what I am thinking... then I was details later*

I type out *Huh?* innocently and hit send. I was still revelling in my fantasy and didn't want anyone to be part of it yet. I would talk to her and probably even Adam about it eventually but for now, the events of last night and their memories were mine and Rishab's only.

I drop my phone back into the bag and go fishing for a hair tie and for once actually find two at the same time. I welcome them and quicky tie my hair in pigtails. Yes! Pigtails... Why? I don't know the reason myself. Probably because I felt like a teenager in love. I pull out my iPod out of the bag and plug my headphones in. There is nothing like music to cook by. I slip it into the breast pocket of Rishab's shirt and turn it up loud and start dancing on the way down to the kitchen.

It takes me a few seconds to figure out the workings of his kitchen. I check the fridge and find it well stocked. He must have called ahead and arranged for everything. I decide on pancakes, bacon and eggs. I set about making the batter, dancing around the kitchen.

There is a slight sizzling as I pour some batter on the pan. Simultaneously I check on the bacon while its cooking. I break some eggs into a bowl and start whisking them as I shake to the rhythm of the music. I turn, only to find Rishab sitting on one of the barstools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, his face supported by his steepled hands. He is wearing the boxer shorts from last night. Just-f**ked hair really suits him and so did the slight stubble he grew overnight. He looked at me amused. I freeze at his sudden appearance and then flush at the knowledge that he was watching my shenanigans. Finally I gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of him.

"Good Mornin' Miss Madhubala Malik. You seem very upbeat and energetic this morning." he teases.

"I-I slept well." I stutter under his intense gaze. I hurriedly look back at the stove to hide the growing blush that would be very much evident to him. I fidget with the pancakes and bacon. Set up another pan for the eggs and then finally when I had nothing to do I turned back to look at him. "Are you hungry?"

"Very..." he says. The intensity in his eyes hasn't dimmed. I resist the urge to look away again because I know he doesn't mean food.

"Pancakes, bacon and eggs?"

"Ummm.. sounds good." The sound that emit from him take me back to last nights events and I wander around the kitchen looking for some placemats.

"What are you doing?" Rishab asks his voice laced with amusement.

"I don't know where you keep your placemats. I wanted to set the table." I shrug trying desperately not to look flustered.

"I'll set the table. You cook. Would you like me to put some music on so that you can continue your...dancing? Ohhh please do not stop on my account. Its very entertaining." He lets out an almost silent giggle which I catch.

I narrow my eyes and purse my lips. Entertaining huh? I turn and continue to whisk the eggs, probably beating them a little harder than necessary.

Suddenly he is at my side, close really close. He pulls at my pigtail gently. "By the way... I love them." he whispers into my ear.

"Breakfast's almost ready. Why don't you get some juice from the fridge and get the kettle started." I say curtly. He smirks.

I turn back to the task at hand, trying to hide my smile. He's hard to stay mad at.

I serve up the breakfast onto the plates and lay them on the placemats. I hunt in the refrigerator for some syrup. When I turn back around, I find him motioning to one of the barstools. "Miss. Malik..."

"Mr. Kundra.." I nod in acknowledgement. I climb up and wince slightly as I sit down.

I watch pleased, as Rishab stuffs his face full of food. As I place a forkful of eggs in my mouth I realize how hungry last nights activities have made me. Rishab was forgotten. Last night forgotten. It was just me and my food.

The main door suddenly slammed open and in came the noise, namely Abby and Adam, who were closely followed behind by Akash and Kunal who seemed rather crushed and pained carrying luggage.

The chatter stops abruptly as Abby and Adam spot Rishab and me chowing down on food, Rishab in his boxers and me in Rishab's shirt and nothing else.

Akash and Kunal crash into them and they all land on the floor yelling at each other.

Damn it!! I forgot that they were going to be here for the weekend too...

I look at Rishab and I can pretty much guess that he had forgotten that he had invited them too.

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