I
was quite out of the story.. Out of inspiration maybe... So I changed a bit of
my writing style.. let’s see if this will work out.. Sneek Peaks I posted
recently would be for next chappy!
Khushi’s dialogues in pink and her thoughts in pink
italic... It goes the same for Arnav but in blue...
Chapter 10
Raizada, The Chef
And Khushi moved away without sparing a last glance at
Arnav.. She walked out of the jaccuzi area and reached the room while saying to
herself amusingly... “Gupta 1, Raizada 0...”
*****
Some hours
later
Reluctantly,
Khushi opened her eyelids, a half smile playing on her lips.. Yawning, she woke
up and sat against the headboard.. A 15 minutes nap had turned into long hours
of sleep and she stretched her arms lazily. She was still into the bath robe
and she swore in surprise when she looked at the darkness through the window. “Holy cow, how long did I sleep?”. She turned her
gaze towards the bed table and took hold of her mobile. Her eyes popped out in
utter shock as she looked at the mobile screen, “Shit,
8 p.m.”. Immediately, she struggled out of the blankets and jumped off
the bed as she headed to the bathroom. A quick shower to get rid of this laziness
from oversleeping and a few minutes later she was ready, staring at her
reflection at the dressing table’s mirror. Her long black hairs bathing her
shoulders like silk, she was in a blue cotton dress. Pretty simple and casual
yet sexy with the off-the-shoulder short sleeves. The dress was short enough to
reveal her sexy long legs and her face was glowing with all her innocence as
well as her mischievous eyes.. Again and again she had those cute memories of a
bare chest Arnav with his tied towel around his waist and she found herself
blushing foolishly. She shook her head to push away those coming wild thoughts.
A last check at her perfect figure and she smirked before walking out of the
room barefoot.
Eyes wide
opened, Khushi was approaching Arnav, O shaped mouth. The latter, oblivious of
her presence... This was totally unexpected or better say fascinating. Arnav
Singh Raizada alias Mr Arrogant.. the one who plays business business in office
was actually playing kitchen kitchen in front of the kitchen counter. Obviously
he looked as sexy in an apron as much as he was in only a towel. “The business
tycoon can also be a chef, mystery man is full of surprises.”, she
thought. Amused, she cleared her throat to grab Arnav’s attention. And instantly, Arnav lifted his gaze towards
her. He glared at her from top to toe and then got back to his task. Khushi
pulled a long face but she finally made a step forward, not ready to give up so
easily. “Looks
like Mr. A.S.R has some inner issues to deal with.. he can resist to my sexy
figure but can a man run away from love.” Khushi ignored his
uninterested gazes and she moved closer to the kitchen counter. She sat on her
knees and caressed Tiara who was rolling over the floor playfully. Wondering
how Tiara went out of her room from the closed door, she stood back on her
toes. She grabbed a stool and purposely sat opposite Arnav. Her elbows resting
onto the counter, her two hands under her chin, she observed Chef Raizada in
action, “looks
yummy, wonder what he’s up to”. He dunk in the wooden spoon into the
creamy sauce and brought the spoon to his mouth. From the aroma only, she just
knew it was mushroom sauce, one of her favorite dressings. After tasting the
sauce, Arnav then took the bowl of freshly cut mixed vegetables and added it to
the sauce. “Oh
god, I can be size zero but I am not the kind of girl who lives on just salads!”
.. But she finally breathed in relief when Arnav uncovered the other recipient
on the stove. “Thank
god... so Mr. Raizada is actually preparing us some tasty pasta.. Not bad for a
first dinner date.. this man never misses to impress me..”.. and she
had a smirk curving onto her lips.
“You said something”, Arnav was pouring the already cooked pasta, to be précised, ‘al
dente’, into the veggie mushroom sauce
when he uttered his first words of the evening.. But his attention was fully
engrossed into what he was doing, without bothering to raise his eyes towards
Khushi. “How
rude, look at me when you wanna talk,.. he’s such an ass sometimes.. how he
does this, listening to my thoughts, Unnerving!” But she faked a
smile.. “Not
yet ASR, I was only thinking about my mother.. one of her famous lines.. if a
man is a good cook, there’s no other proof that he can be the best husband.” Her statement urged him to lift his
eyelids.. Her eyes were teasing and mischievous.. As if she was the only one
not to realize the faint tone into her voice. “You
miss her, your mother”, and her smile faded away. At times, she cries
into the lap of Maria, the only amma she knows.. She misses her mother a lot and
the hands of her Amma on her head, soothes her pain. A pain, she tries hard to
hide from her close ones, especially her father. Lowering her gaze in
discomfort, she stepped down the stool and walked to the music system. Arnav
signed and looked back at the meal, ready to be served.
“Indian Music”, her over-enthusiastic voice and her
content smile was back in a nanosecond when she looked into the cd collections.
She shifted her gaze to Arnav, her eyes gleaming.. “I
love Bollywood so much, our tastes are so alike ASR.”. Arnav gaped back
at her in horror. “No wonder, she’s so dramatic”, a wry
expression on his face, he shook his head in denial, “drama
is not my thing Miss Gupta.. the cds belong to my sister.. Anjali di stayed
here a few days last month, she forgot them here.” A light smile curving
at the corners of her lips, Khushi turned back to the cds shelves, feeling quite
stupid of her jealousy when she mistook Anjali di for Arnav’s girlfriend on the
phone call. At last she laid her hands on a cd, “Bollywood Romantica”. “Seems best for a
first dinner date!”, she giggled amusingly and put in the cd into
the music player.. She pushed on ‘play’ and in an instant the first notes of
the music stole her heart.
Mujhe teri ankhon ki
gehrai mein doobne de... Mujhe teri baahon ki
jannat mein khone de...
Khushi
turned back towards Arnav. The latter was filling the plates of hot yummy pasta.
Khushi admired him intensely. And when Arnav lifted his eyes from the plates,
he was bemused. “What?”.. His tone, ironic. She
raised her eyebrows, a teasing glint in her look. “I
was just wondering if Mr. Raizada is as good on a dance floor as he is in a
kitchen.”
