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After that night in our room, Kartik has been giving his hundred percent to make me feel loved and the queen treatment he gives me is before my imagination or expectations.
"I will slap you now!" I said as he put one more paratha on my plate. I was already full, can't he understand! (Indian flat bread)
"You can do whatever you want with me, baby. But after eating this. You are weak, you need nutrition." He spoke with a softness and I wanted to cry. In both awe as well as irritation.
"Kartik, love, listen. I have a job to do and I'm running late for it. You also have a job to do and you are also running late for it. So let's stop here and go and do our work." I tried to explain to him as hard as I could. Because I had already eaten two parathas. I don't have a place for the third one.
"Sure. Finish this and we will go." He said from the kitchen. We had an open kitchen in front of our dining table and as I watched my husband work there, in his white shirt (with folded sleeves) and perfect hair, butterflies erupted in my stomach.
He was so handsome, it should be illegal. And he cooked amazing food too!
"I am full." I groaned at last.
"Here, let me feed you." With that, he tore a bite from the paratha and put it in front of my mouth. I looked at the bite and then at him, before sighing and taking a bite. He sat in the chair adjacent to mine and kept on feeding me until one fourth of the paratha was eaten by me.
"Bas ab aur nahi!" I said and he sighed. He didn't force me further, but finished it half eaten paratha himself. (Not anymore!)
"You have changed." I suddenly found myself tell him. He, who was eating the last bite, smiled to himself. "Positive change or negative change?" He asked me and then turned his head at me. He was having a lazy smile on his face and his eyes were stuck on my lips.
These actions were making it so hard for me to concentrate on what he was saying.
"Positive one, of course. You are....more involved in our life now." I realised how sad this sounds, if we think about the past. And I think he realised it too, because the next moment he took my hands in his.
"You deserve so much better than someone like me. And I am not at all willing to let you go. So, I'm trying to be better for you, myself. So that you don't have to compromise at all." His words touched did something to me and my eyes started to water a little.
"You are so precious to me Anushka. And it took me almost losing you, to realise this. But never again." And just like that, he kissed me for the first time in like, three months. It felt too amazing to be loved by him.
"I am sorry, for not taking your permission." He said breaking the kiss in between and my eyebrows furrowed.
"We have done a lot more than this before, that too many times. You idiot!" And with that, I pulled him back into the kiss and soon, all the grudges, pain and regrets evaporated in the air between us, only leaving the aroma of love in between.
••••• Since this is an edited version, you might come across the old comments about (with) a different storyline.
