Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when the...
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Mythili's POV -
In his arms, I found my home.
This was a line I found to be a bit overrated whenever I used to read those romance novels but I could feel this happening with me as I looked at this man, my husband who has brought me to the kitchen, placing me on the counter as he made his way to the fridge.
" What are you doing Shivaay?" I asked, picking up an apple from the fruit basket and playing with it as I found him fidgeting.
" Getting us something to eat." He hummed without really paying attention to me and my brows furrowed.
" But why? I've already eaten lunch!" I exclaimed, getting down and walking towards him.
" Have you?" He turned around, raising a brow and I immediately nodded.
" I have, promise! But now I know that you haven't." I realised and took his hands in mine, dragging him out to the dining table.
" Sit here. I will get something for you to eat." I told him and was about to get back into the kitchen when I found him holding my wrist, stopping me.
" You don't have to Mythili. It's your birthday. I will order something in." He said and I immediately found myself shaking my head in a no.
" Not a chance. You are rarely home for lunch or dinner these days. Besides, I am your wife and I want to cook for you and I will. So will you please sit down and let me do what I wish to Mr. Rathore?" When did I get so bold? What was going on?
" Mrs. Rathore, I knew that somewhere in there, this version of you was hidden. Had I known that it is going to reveal itself once we kiss, I would have done it sooner." His teasing smile made my heart flutter and his words raised heat under my skin as I squirmed under his gaze.
" Shivaay, let me go and get something for you to eat." I said, looking away, trying to take control over my racing heart. As much as the kiss was everything I wanted, I wasn't really sure that I was ready for something more just yet. I know that he would understand but at the same time, I didn't want to disappoint him.
" If you insist, Mrs. Rathore." He said, his smile still intact but it wasn't a teasing one anymore as he let go of my wrist.
" I will be right back." I said, rushing inside, away from him as I kept a hand on my racing heart in an attempt to calm myself down.
This man knows how to steal my breath away without even trying!
" Okay Mythili, get to work!" I talked to myself and started chopping onions and tomatoes for the gravy of Shahi Paneer after trying my hair in a bun and tying my dupatta at the ends but a few irritating hair locks made their way to my face and I constantly pushed them back while working.
