Chapter 13

"I wanted to cook for you."

I say as I look at him. As soon as the words leave my mouth his eyes widen in surprise.

"You made all this for me?" He asks while I just nod.

"But why?"

Okay, how am I suppose to answer that? I did it because he's done so much for me, so maybe as a token of gratitude?

But even I know that's not exactly the entire truth.

I did it because I want to do something for him. Anything.

I recently am having this stupid urge to make him feel happy.

Everything I do starts with a question.

Will he like it?

From what I wear to how I look, everything depends on if he likes it.

Till now, I have never cooked for anyone before, not even myself. So today morning when I woke up, I realized I wanted to do something special for him.

And come on what is more special than something hand-made.

There is a saying...

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

But wait, I can't tell him all that.

No way.

I don't know what he might think.

"Maahi?" I feel him shake my shoulders bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Why did you do all this for me? " he asks slowly as he steps closer.

"I... uh... I wanted to ... uh.. th-thank you. . for all you have done for me." I stutter, my words coming out fake even to my own ears.

When I look up at him his face falls, he looks disappointed, like he wanted me to say something more.

"That's it?" He asks.

NO.

"Hmm yeah. " I say as I look down.

If only he knew.

I want to tell him everything.

That how special he is to me and how much he started to mean to me, but I can't.

It's too early.

No matter how much my heart tells me to go on and tell him, there is always a nagging feeling in my head, stopping me.

When I look up at him, he's looking at me as if studying my face and trying to analyze what am thinking.

His face slowly turns into a smirk when he observes. His next words blow my mind.

"You know it's more than just a thank you. You know what you feel for me is more than just 'thankful', and so do I. But I will wait until you are ready to accept it. " he says with a wink.

Damn it.

Am I that transparent?

Or it's just that he knows me too well.

I quickly mask my face into a poker expression and try to look as if I have no idea what he is talking about.

He is still smirking at me as he slowly leans forward till he's only an inch away from me.

Oh no.

What is he doing?

I stand still as a statue as I look into his eyes.

My heart is beating so loud, probably even he can hear it.

As he leans forward closing the small inch of a gap between us, my eyes flutter close waiting for what is about to come.

This is it.

I feel his breath on my cheek and my heart does summersaults thinking what was about to come.

But what happens next only startles me.

I feel his soft lips press on my cheek instead, giving me a feather-light kiss.

His lips linger longer than it should and I feel my knees giving out.

"Well baby, that was one hell of a thank you. " he whispers in my ears as my eyes go wide.

He pulls back and starts laughing as I try to catch my breath.

Urgh!

Damn him!

My face is flushed and red.

Embarrassment coursing through my body.

What were you expecting Maahi? Damn you. All this while I thought I have him wrapped around my finger but it's the other way round.

But honestly, he's right. That was one hell of a thank you.

I realize he is still standing very close to me, his face covered with an amused expression and I can't think straight.

So I place my hands on his chest and push him.

He stumbles back still laughing.

As I look around the kitchen I feel disappointed.

"Hey come on it's okay. Happens." He says as he stands behind me.

"Come on baby, it's the thought that counts. I am sorry I teased you, I am really happy that you even thought of doing all this for me." He says as he turns me around to face him.

"Yeah but I still messed it up. "

"No, it's not all messed up. Look, the milk is still fine, the toast looks delicious too." He says taking out the toast from the toaster.

I roll my eyes at his attempt to make me feel better.

"You can butter the toast up and make my Bornvita, by then I'll make a fresh set of fried eggs. Come on! " he urges me as he hands me the butter.

I start buttering the toast and mixing his drink extra carefully not wanting to mess anything up this time.

He makes the eggs in no time and we eat in silence.

As I clear the plates, he says,

"Listen, I have some work today that I need to attend to. So I will be leaving for a few hours. You will be okay by yourself? "

He asks as he looks unsure of how I might react. The thought of him leaving both scares me and disappoints me.

He's never left me alone before. Even when I had to go to the hospital to get my stitches removed he came along.

But I can't force him to stay, he might have other works and it's unfair to dodge them just because of me.

And it's only a few hours, I try convincing myself as I nod at him.

"Yeah sure. No problem."

"I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't important, but I have been dodging it for a while now and it needs to be taken care of. "

"Yeah absolutely, I will be fine, don't worry," I assure him with a smile to convince him.

When he looks satisfied that I will be fine he goes up to get ready.

Within an hour he is ready and good to go.

Once he leaves promising me that he will return soon and telling me to call if anything happens I am left alone at the big penthouse.

I quickly clean up the kitchen and walk upstairs to take a bath.

After a long relaxing bath in the enormous bathtub, I dress in a cute sundress and put my hair into a high pony.

I have stayed home from when I came from the hospital.

I left only once and that to go to the hospital to get my stitches removed.

So the thought of dressing up never occurred to my mind. Just because I didn't care.

But today I felt like dressing up a bit. I wanted to look good. For him.

I look at the time and realize it's been almost two hours since he left.

Should I call?

No. I don't want to seem desperate.

But come on it's just a call.

After a minute or two of battling with myself, I decide I'll just call.

He picks up after a few rings.

"Hello? "

"Hey . . It's me, Maahi." Of course, he knows it's you stupid. My subconscious mocks at me.

"Maahi are you fine? What happened?"

"Nothing all good. Where are you? "

"Uh.. out baby. . Why?" He asks as he stutters.

Just when am about to speak I hear a voice behind him on the phone.

A girl's voice.

"I am waiting, Sid!! Hang up the damn phone and come here!!"

I hear her shouting from the phone.

What the hell?

"Hey Maahi look I got to go now, I am a little busy. But I will be home soon. Take care. " he says.

And with that, the line goes dead.