It is around midnight when we return home.
The car was insufferably filled with Veera's alcohol smell and i liked and absolutely hated it at the same time.
"Will you be able to make a cake for amma and appa's (mom and dad's) anniversary ?" Veera asks, entering the bedroom as I exit from the bathroom.
"I have already designed the cake. You don't have to tell me" i say, with a confused expression, because I have baked their anniversary cake ever since i started the shop.
Veera just nods, like he is thinking what or how to say something next but instead of doing so starts unbuttoning his shirt.
I exit the room as he changes his dress, going down to take a look at the new moulds that arrived yesterday.
Since the box is so tightly packed with a lot of cello tape i am not able to open it.
"Ennanga ! Come down please !" I shout , both my hands on my hips as i huff looking at the box.
I hear footsteps and then Veera enters the kitchen in his shorts and top.
"I am not able to open this box, can you please help me with it ?" I ask.
He just nods before taking the knife from the island table near me and starting to vigorously tear the cello tape making all his muscles to flex , making my mouth water.
"Thank you" I say as he opens the box and looks at it with curiosity.
"What are all these ?" He asks, his voice gravelly, as he frowns hard.
"These are moulds" i say with a small smile at his cute expression and also happy that he even cares about this.
"For what ?" He asks, looking even more curious.
"Cake making ? Baking the base ?" I say.
"Oh" he says before walking out of the kitchen.
Ok, that was something....
Thank you babes ❤️
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RomanceA fit husband who is a businessman. A plussize wife who runs a cake shop in their house. He is stone cold. She is soft. This is their love story. THIS STORY ONLY AND SOLELY BELONGS TO ME !!! ANY FORM OF PLAGARISM WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED !! DON'T COPY...
