Page 82 of Storm
I left one of her hands and caressed her cheek lovingly.
Wanting to tell a few serious things, I held her eyes,
“Due to our stress, you got fever. I know you had fever since a few days, Zidaan told me. I can see how weak you have become.”
I suddenly realized she might still be unwell and that was why she had been shivering earlier and had worn a navy sweater today over her white leggings.
“You still feel feverish and that is the reason you are wearing a sweater today?” She nodded with a serene smile. And I felt like shit, to have yelled at her when she wasn’t feeling well. “I’m truly sorry dear. I hate myself for behaving so harshly with you.” I blinked trying to keep the numbness inside. She shook her head giving me a forbidding look as she leaned in to my touch, sighing softly, when my hand moved from her face to the curve of her neck.
“From now on, please take care of yourself for me. I have ordered lunch. We will eat and then go home. I’ll drop you. Now you shouldn’t have any problem about going home with me.” I winked and she gave me a naughty smirk.
I challenged the look with my own gaze, making her gasp due to the intensity.
“And even if there is some problem, then it doesn’t matter. You are still leaving with me.” I said in warning tones, with a wicked secret in my eyes...Our secret...Our look...All ours...
Sani did not say a word. But I could see her getting affected, getting breathless, because while I caressed her cheek, my free hand remained busy making circles on her palm. I moved my fingers in a slow sensuous motion, touching each of her fingertips. Sani shivered with the proximity, though her cheeks went warmer.
What can I say? She brings all sorts of mischief in me.
“You look stunning today. Never thought anyone can look so sexy in a sweater...” I said in a sardonic tone, I had never used for any girl before. She flushed deep as I murmured, “You look so warm and cosy in it, making me wanna curl in you.”
Returning her smile, I touched my forehead with hers.
And the damn knock on the door, broke our moment...again!
It was the waiter with the trey containing a whole lot Chinese.
Taking it, I closed the door and placed the trey on the coffee table near the small couch.
Sani raised a surprised eyebrow looking amused, gesturing with her chin at the amount of food. I just shrugged my shoulders, giving her a lazy smile and asked her to dig in.
We both started eating. We were only halfway done when I asked,
“Shall I order something else? Actually I don't know what are your favourite dishes other then noodles...So....” I looked down rubbing my neck in embarrassment and stupidity of not asking this before ordering.
Sani did not laugh or got mad though.
“No need to order anything else. This is quite enough.” She chuckled with a mischievous wink, making me do a double take, before she whispered with a cute smile, “And I love Chinese.”
After a few minutes, she noticed that I was quietly transferring noodles from my plate into hers with my fork.
“What are you doing?!” Sani asked in a shocked voice, widening her tiny orbs.
“You said you don't want anything else. And I can see you are only eating noodles with vigour out of all the things here. That also, you haven’t finished yet. Look at yourself, in past few days you have become so weak. You need to eat properly. Besides, you’re not letting me order anything else, so now this you have to...”
“But I’m done. I'm not hungry anymore!” whined Sani.
“No. You have to eat it.”
She rolled her eyes at me,
“Wow! You are eating according to your need, but forcing me to eat more! What do you think I am? How much more can I consume?!”
“Sani...”
“Last time also you did the same thing.” She stood up miffed, “You can't force me like this.”
“Like hell I can! You have been unwell. You are weak. You need food in your system.” I said strictly now.
