I don't like you Neil D'Silva

*10*

AFTER the two of them finish painting the wall, they stand behind and look at it. They look at each other and smile, proud that they managed to finish one task without wanting to kill each other. Farah's stomach growled and her cheeks tinted pink,

"hungry?" Neil asks with a smile, "very," she replies,

"do you want to come over? We could go to my house and I'll quickly make something and then we could comeback and finish painting?" Neil half asks half suggests. He was really hoping she would say yes. It's been a while since he cooked for her, he thought. Farah went over the pros and cons of his idea and came up with these points;

He is a great chef

Staying around him for that long would mess with her emotions

They could maybe try and fix their relationship?

She didn't want to give him the wrong idea so saying no would be the best option even if it's rude

He makes great food!

After going over those points, she says, "yeah let's do that,". Neil was surprised that she said yes, but he couldn't hide the wide grin spreading on his face. They both walk towards their cars and drive away, Farah following close behind Neil. She connects her phone to the bluetooth and plays her favourite Hindi song 'saki saki' the original version. She sang her heart out, and rolled her windows down, the wind blowing her hair. She suddenly remembered how Neil and her would sing songs as loud as they could when they went out for drives. She smiled at the memories and thought, is Neil doing the same right now?

Neil, in fact, was doing the same thing right now. Music blaring and singing his heart out. He smiled at the memories too, remembering how Farah would pop her head out the sunroof and sing away. They both slowed down as they neared his building before parking in his reserved spots. They both simultaneously got out of their cars and gave each other a small smile before walking towards the elevator. Why are they acting so weird, Neil thought as they stood next to each other in silence. Farah looked around the elevator, anywhere but him. She didn't know why things were awkward, but she didn't want them to be. She wanted them to joke around the way they used to.

The elevator dings on the tenth floor and they walk towards his apartment, Neil reaching for his keys in his pocket before unlocking the door. They enter and "so this is it, my sweet home," says Neil shyly. She smiled at his awkwardness and looked around; spacious living room with sophisticated and modern looking furniture, a big open kitchen in a corner, big enough to have a dining table and a kitchen island. There was a hallway at the end which led to the bedrooms. "do you like it?" Neil asks nervously, anticipating her answer. He didn't know why he asked her the question, and Farah thought the same thing, "its a nice place," she says with a smile and he grins at her. "Ok umm you freshen up, you know get the paint off your hands and legs maybe while I prep for food ok?" He says and she nods. He directs her towards his bedroom and shows her the washroom before disappearing. She looks around his bedroom, the bed in the against the wall wrapped with black silk sheets. A floor to ceiling mirror covering one wall and the other wall being a floor to ceiling window. The small space in the room was occupied by a walk in closet. Farah was impressed. She looked at herself in the mirror; hair messy, cheeks flushed and paint all over her arms and legs. She smiled at her reflection, "you lady, are hella cute," she said to her reflection and winked before chuckling. She enters the washroom and has a quick shower before drying herself and putting her clothes back on. She ties her wet hair up in a bun before walking out,

Neil had his apron on and was cutting vegetables when he looked up, "you're not seriously wearing your dirty clothes again are you?" He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Farah looks down at her clothes and shrugs, "um I don't know if you have noticed but I'm pretty sure I did not bring extra clothes with me or something," she states the obvious, "right, come with me," Neil says before dropping his knife on the cutting board and leading her back to his room. They walk into his closet and she looks around in awe. Neil removes a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before leaving so she could change. She quickly changes into and leaves the closet only to see him sitting on his bed, "this is gigantic," she exclaims,,

"that's what she said," he smirks, making her roll her eyes, "you still look good in my clothes Fay," he compliments and her cheeks turn red, looking down at her feet. Neil walks towards her and pull her close, his hands on her waist. Farah's eyes widen and she gasps. He leans down to her ear, "the clothes would look better off you though," he whispers, his voice low and sensual. Farah froze, images of a naked Neil holding her close clouded her mind, making her heart flutter. He kisses her neck, her breath hitches, "what are you," a soft sign escapes her lips, stopping her from finishing her sentence as Neil continues to make her feel good.

Neil kissed down her jaw, pulling her close until their bodies where flush against each other. He turns her around, so that her back was against him and they were staring at each other through the mirror, his hand on her stomach and his head dipped, his lips on her neck, "so this is what the mirror is for," she asks as another moan escapes her lips. Farah wanted to stop him, but she couldn't. It's like her brain wanted to do one thing that her body was against."you really make me feel some type of way Fay," Neil says as his hand rides up her t-shirt, finding it's way to her boob. He starts to massage it and she gasps, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, "what do I make you feel," she breathes as he sucks her soft spot, looking at her in the mirror. He turns her around and looks at her in the eye, his lustful ones matching hers. He leans down and leaves a kiss on the corner of her lips before saying, "that's for you to find out,"

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