As he approached, he cast a lingering gaze over me, a captivating look. Meanwhile, I found myself fawning over him, struggling to find the right words.
Rudra's intense gaze softened into a warm smile as he approached. "You look absolutely.. heart-st...
तेरे संग बीते हर लम्हें पे हमको नाज़ है तेरे संग जो न बीते उसपे ऐतराज़ है इस क़दर हम दोनों का मिलना एक राज़ है हुआ अमीर, दिल ग़रीब तुझे चाहूँ बेतहाशा ज़हनसीब...
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"So, what are we cooking?" He inquired, his voice low and enticing.
"We?" I questioned, puzzled by his sudden culinary interest. Inko cooking ka 'C' bhi aata hai?
"Aapko cooking aati hai?" he asked, biting into an apple kept on the counter while giving me an intense look. I couldn't help but notice his Adam's apple bobbing. (Do you know how to cook?)
Apple khata hua insaan itna hot kaise?
Tum rehne do Consy.
"Yes, well technically no.." I replied with a wry smile.
"That's why I said 'we.' I can whip up a world-class pasta!" he boasted, patting his left shoulder with a smirk.
Pasta. For breakfast. Scratch that, pasta for a traditional pehli rasoi ki rasam.
How dumb can this guy be? Saare nikaame mere zindagi mein likhe hai. (All the worthless ones are written in my destiny.)
*A/N: Nikaame- Worthless
"Rudra, aap meri pehli rasoi ke liye pasta banaoge?" I asked, genuinely wondering if this guy has a death wish or if he genuinely wants me to hit him. (Rudra, you are planning to make pasta for my first cooking ritual?)
"Ji, hum humari pehli rasoi ke liye yummy pasta banaenge." (Yes, we'll make delicious pasta for our first cooking ritual.)
Ek toh yeh humari humari kya laga ke rakhe hai. Split personality disorder hai pakka.
Ek hi insaan hai. Hum Hum kar rahe hain, 'mein' bolne mein inko takleef hoti hai. Hum koun? Yeh aur inka kutta?
Calm down Roohi.
"Aap dimaag kisko bech ke aaye hain?" I asked, hitting his head in annoyance, making him look at me with wide eyes. (Where did you sell your brain?)
"Excuse me?" He said, placing the apple aside on the table. Looking offended.
