It was around 5 in the evening; I’m running late with my meetings can you take the office cab? I mustered the courage to send her the text.
I can hear her yelling from miles away, she always loved the late evening drives back home, subtle talks the close connection, leaning on me from the back seat. I always enjoyed the bites on my shoulder and pinches on the waist, haha her love language.
At times, she’d insist on taking the longer route back home, especially on rainy days when the rain has eased and people ease back nice and slow back to their routines, a beautiful blue sky, oh wait! my phone’s buzzing, it’s her with a lotta of angry facial emocts lol, Mhmm for now I gotta get the house cleaned and get things in order before the devil arrives home.
It was not a challenge to cook, coz I’ve done it many times when I lived alone but cooking for her was always a different game, I enjoyed every bit of it. Careful enough not to break the noodles, she loves slurping it to irate me, of course her fav Gobi Manchurian a bit crispy on the inside and saucy on the outer, lemon mint was easy peasy, just kept a few ice cubes to drown in when its time.
I always keep the door open, just that she doesn’t have to wait. She barged in murmuring with ever so cute facial expressions, walked straight to the room and shutting the door behind her, usually she comes out post a shower.
I quietly went back to the living room arranging the table and food, one lamp in the middle of the table just two chairs opposite to each other, just some Ilayaraja’s instrumental music at a low volume, by the time i Lighted an incense, and the mood which was building up, she’d have figured out, her idiot has cooked dinner for missing out to pick her up.
I was there in moving around along with the music, I could hear the door opening and to my surprise she walked out so elegant, my fav black saree, a few extra bangles, gosh the strokes of mascara, when I was almost lost in her beauty, she tucked her saree into her waist winking at me, with her half-dried curls shall we dine darling?
Seeing me stunned, she patted on my cheek and whispered, lost your manners? Help the lady with her seat pls she said, back to sense I pulled the chair back slowly, once she was ready, I pushed it back closer, took her seat and leaned back letting her back squeeze over my fingers, the warmth of her skin could bring me back from death.
It was lovely serving her plates, she has this knack of talking with her eyes when she’s angry but happy, Ik she enjoyed the time teasing me with her looks, she let out a fake cough it was my cue to drown some ice cubes to in the lemon mint, and I pushed it closer to her left hand, she took a sip placed it back! The devil made sure her lipstick stains were found on the glass, lol she’s a tough one to handle, bossy right? Haha but my type.
When she was almost finished with her plate, she pushed the chair back and started walking towards the sink, washing her hands she yelled “phir bhi thoda sa namk kam tha”, I took a bit of sauce from her plate and tasted a bit, felt good tho! Haha her tease made me chuckle.
I subtly walked towards her, rubbed the sauce in my finger on her waist, knelt a bit and took a chunk of her waist, as she held my hair and pulled me back up, inches close eyes locked and her shivering lips.
I whispered, tastes just fine like you!
I can hear her yelling from miles away, she always loved the late evening drives back home, subtle talks the close connection, leaning on me from the back seat. I always enjoyed the bites on my shoulder and pinches on the waist, haha her love language.
At times, she’d insist on taking the longer route back home, especially on rainy days when the rain has eased and people ease back nice and slow back to their routines, a beautiful blue sky, oh wait! my phone’s buzzing, it’s her with a lotta of angry facial emocts lol, Mhmm for now I gotta get the house cleaned and get things in order before the devil arrives home.
It was not a challenge to cook, coz I’ve done it many times when I lived alone but cooking for her was always a different game, I enjoyed every bit of it. Careful enough not to break the noodles, she loves slurping it to irate me, of course her fav Gobi Manchurian a bit crispy on the inside and saucy on the outer, lemon mint was easy peasy, just kept a few ice cubes to drown in when its time.
I always keep the door open, just that she doesn’t have to wait. She barged in murmuring with ever so cute facial expressions, walked straight to the room and shutting the door behind her, usually she comes out post a shower.
I quietly went back to the living room arranging the table and food, one lamp in the middle of the table just two chairs opposite to each other, just some Ilayaraja’s instrumental music at a low volume, by the time i Lighted an incense, and the mood which was building up, she’d have figured out, her idiot has cooked dinner for missing out to pick her up.
I was there in moving around along with the music, I could hear the door opening and to my surprise she walked out so elegant, my fav black saree, a few extra bangles, gosh the strokes of mascara, when I was almost lost in her beauty, she tucked her saree into her waist winking at me, with her half-dried curls shall we dine darling?
Seeing me stunned, she patted on my cheek and whispered, lost your manners? Help the lady with her seat pls she said, back to sense I pulled the chair back slowly, once she was ready, I pushed it back closer, took her seat and leaned back letting her back squeeze over my fingers, the warmth of her skin could bring me back from death.
It was lovely serving her plates, she has this knack of talking with her eyes when she’s angry but happy, Ik she enjoyed the time teasing me with her looks, she let out a fake cough it was my cue to drown some ice cubes to in the lemon mint, and I pushed it closer to her left hand, she took a sip placed it back! The devil made sure her lipstick stains were found on the glass, lol she’s a tough one to handle, bossy right? Haha but my type.
When she was almost finished with her plate, she pushed the chair back and started walking towards the sink, washing her hands she yelled “phir bhi thoda sa namk kam tha”, I took a bit of sauce from her plate and tasted a bit, felt good tho! Haha her tease made me chuckle.
I subtly walked towards her, rubbed the sauce in my finger on her waist, knelt a bit and took a chunk of her waist, as she held my hair and pulled me back up, inches close eyes locked and her shivering lips.
I whispered, tastes just fine like you!
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