The Lawyer In The Kitchen.

Bridge Chapter 3. A

Surprise Update!

A SuShi special update!

This is part A of this chapter.:)

I was planning to write this one next week and make it the first update of 2018. However I realised  the thrills in Antarctica that SuShi Paresh and Danny are having with others has made all of you quite in need of some fun filled chapter! So here you go guys!

NOTE:- Incase any of you have missed out, since this book already has so many chapter I am continuing it in another book. It is not a sequel- but a continuation of this book.:) Do read it !

And for a new year?  A surprise coming up soon!

Enjoy!

Suvarna's POV.

Continued after Shishir's lips closed over the spoonful of Khichdi .

He raised his eyes, lips still on the spoon and our eyes met. His lips sucked at the spoon before pulling away and stretching in a slow lazy smile.

My heart flipped in my chest as I looked into his dark eyes filled with adoration as he stared back at me.

"You came." I whispered lamely finding it difficult to breath.

"So I did " A smirk formed on his face as he seemed to realise what his close proximity was doing to me.

His face was still bent and we were almost on eye level. I felt a sudden urge to place my hand on his shoulder and put my face on the nook of his neck.

Crazy Suvi!

What is wrong with me?

I felt his fingers on my hand as he pried the spoon away from me. Before I could ask if he wants more I heard the clutter of metal as he tossed the spoon on the counter and grasped my hand.

I forgot to breathe for a moment as he lifted my hand and placed it on his shoulder while bringing up his other hand he placed it on my head and signalled with eye movement to lay it on his shoulder.

How did he know?

I felt my cheeks flame up as his eyes twinkled with humour. "Love, you had been staring at my shoulder while biting your lower lip."

I closed my eyes tightly shut as more blood seemed to rush onto my face to make it more red than it already must be.

"Sweetheart, it's me. You can do what you want with me. I am all yours, remember?" he whispered as he gently made me keep my head on his shoulder.

At times I wonder how relationships can have so many different layers and aspect to them. As his best friend I have hugged him countless times, held his hand and even ha d so many fistfights or tackled with him.

But as a girlfriend or fiancé even the smallest gesture seems so monumental.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

"Shishir!" I squeaked when he lifted me up while straightening up.

"Sweetheart quit protesting at my every touch." He said as he seated himself on the counter and adjusted his hold on me so that I was on his lap now.

"I am not protesting." I blurted without thinking.

"No?" I could feel him smiling as he rested his face on my cheek "You are encouraging?"

"No!"

"Liar." He laughed softly kissing me on my cheek.

Before I could manage my breath enough to suitably retort I heard him sigh, his breath warm on my cheek "I miss you so much my Suvi. London is not same without you."