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“I’ll make it up to you,” I say, noticing his eyes darken, fully aware of what he’s thinking. But I can’t resist adding with a laugh, “With breakfast.” I hear him grumble under his breath once again, knowing I’ve just poured cold water over his desires.

“You’ll pay for this,” he says, climbing out of bed with a scowl.

I throw my head back and laugh, feeling a rush of happiness wash over me. He has a remarkable talent for bringing lightness and joy into my life, and in this moment, I couldn’t be happier. This man is my everything, and I can’t even begin to imagine life without him.

Chapter 30

Reyansh

Leaning against the kitchen doorway with my arms crossed, I can’t help but smile as I watch Kavya move effortlessly around the kitchen.She’s still in her jeans and tank top from last night, bare feet tapping lightly on the floor.Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, with stray curls framing her face, making her look effortlessly beautiful and incredibly sexy.

She opens the fridge and begins pulling out green chilies, tomatoes, and other vegetables. There’s something mesmerising about watching her in my kitchen—so natural and at ease. I have no words to describe the joy and warmth that fills my heart as I watch her cook for me. Certainly, it’s something simple, but to me, it’s incredibly precious and adds a whole new depth of meaning. Now I understand why they say that food is the key to a man’s heart. It’s moments like these that remind me that choosing her was the best decision I’ve made, and I feel truly blessed to have her in my life.

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me like some creepy stalker, or are you going to help chop the vegetables for the omelette?” she teases, setting the vegetables on the counter before returning to the refrigerator to grab the eggs.

“I’ll help, but I must admit, I was just enjoying the view,” I reply with a wink as I step into the kitchen and stand next to her, where she has the vegetables neatly arranged on the counter.

She chuckles softly, “Well, I’m glad I could provide some entertainment. But the show is over, mister. Now, it’s time for you to get to work while I get the egg batter ready.”

“At your service, ma’am,” I say with a bow.

She throws her head back and laughs, “Oh, how chivalrous of you! I surely appreciate the assistance.”

“Anything for you,” I say with a grin as I open the cupboard above and pull out the cutting board and knife. Just as I’m about to start chopping the vegetables, she stops me with a tap on the shoulder.

“You need to wash the vegetables first.”

“Does it really matter? They look clean to me. Also, it seems unnecessary, like a waste of time,” I remark casually, raising an eyebrow.

She gives me anincredulouslook. “It’s not unnecessary; it’s important for ensuring the vegetables are clean and safe to eat.”

“If you say so, but I still think it’s a waste of time,” I shrugand make my way to the washbasin to start washing the vegetables.

“It’s not,” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips.

“Tell me one thing, how sure are you that people in restaurants follow the same procedure or don’t use dirty water?” I ask, bringing the vegetables back to the counter. I then start chopping them awkwardly.

Her nose crunches up slightly, “Please don’t ruin my enjoyment of eating out. I want to believe that restaurants follow all healthy norms.”

“Fair enough, I’ll let you live in ignorance,” I reply with a chuckle, trying to focus on cutting the damn vegetables, which are proving to be more challenging than I anticipated. Cookingwas never my forte, nor was it something I particularly enjoyed, but I wanted to do this just to see her smile.Love truly pushes us to step out of our comfort zones and do things we never thought we would.

Seeing my awkward attempts at cutting,her lips twitch with amusement.“Please don’t tell me you’ve never cooked before?”

“If I admit I’ve never even boiled eggs, would it diminish my hero status in your eyes?”I grin sheepishly.

“Not at all! Your heroic status remains secure, despite your lack of culinary prowess,” she says, cracking the eggs into the bowl and sprinkling in some salt and pepper. Then, she nudges me out of the way. “I’ll take care of the chopping. You can either keep me company, or you can go catch up on your work. I’ll call you when the breakfast is ready.”

I cross my arms and lean against the counter, my grin widening as I watch her deftly chop and mince the ingredients. “Nah, I think I’ll just stand here and enjoy the show.”

“Be my guest. I’ll make sure to put on a good show!” she winks as she adds all the chopped ingredients into the egg batter and starts to whisk.

I wink back at her. “That’s my girl.”

She shakes her head silently and continues working. I watch her with admiration as she heats the pan with oil, then pours the batter in and effortlessly flips the omelette after a few seconds. God, this woman never fails to impress me.

“Wow, you look like a pro. I don’t know how you do it. I wish I was half as good at cooking as you are.”

She turns to me and smiles. “It’s really not that hard. It’s just practice.”

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