Chapter 17
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We both entered in a small, beautifully decorated restaurant. Small wooden tables with two-three chairs were laid all around and on one its side was a floor to ceiling glass wall that showcased the beautiful buildings outside. Since it was dark, the lightening view of the city looked incredible.
We both got settled on the table adjacent to the glass wall.
"You like it?" Ahaan asked, with a small smile pasted on his lips.
"It's beautiful"
He nodded and then summoned the waiter for our order.
"You want anything specific?"
"Just some good food"
Being out of our own country has just one disadvantage- food.
He ordered our food and then the waiter went away.
I was admiring the view when suddenly, "you look beautiful" he said, his voice was firm and loving.
I was wearing a fitted full sleeves, off shoulder black crop top.
I moved my face to look at him, but said nothing. He was beyond perfect. He was still wearing that fitted olive t-shirt that I gave him and looked edible. He was so fit that his biceps were bulging out of his sleeves and his face looked so glowy.
I wonder how he squeeze out gym time out of his busy day. Being the multi-industry owner must be hectic.
"What are you thinking?" He joined both of his palms together and settled them both under his chin, giving me his curious expression.
"Just wondering how you get time to stay this fit. You must be busy all the time"
He laughed.
"Ill show you if you want, how I stay fit" and winked
God!
I shook my head and looked away and saw him grinning from the side of my eyes.
"Let's go to gym tomorrow. Together." He said, his voice sounded excited as well as curious.
Well. It wasnt a bad option, at all. I had not been to gym in so many days. All the food that I binged, sure was going to make me fat.
That was the only reason I murmured, "Okay"
Waiter arrived with our food in another 15 minutes with lasagna, noodles and a dish with weird appearance.
"Whats this?" I asked. I could never try that weird looking thing, if it werent for his words.
He laughed! Probably because of my expression.
"What? Does it look like something which could be eaten?" I said as matter of fact.
"This is grilované klobásy. A staple Czech food. Try it."
He paused as the waiter came back to our table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He placed the glasses to our sides, served the wine and left the bottle.
We both took a sip of the wine almost immediately and god! Wasn't that the most amazing wine I had ever tried!
"It's delicious"
He nodded smiling "Glad you like my choice. Now try the food. I am starving" he said the latter, the same way I once said it.
I laughed at that.
I started with noodles and finally with a heavy heart took a bite of grilovia or whatever it was. I chew it down and oh God! It was heavenly.
"Oh God!"
He grinned and then patted the seat adjacent to him that faced the glass wall, asking me to sit there.
He pulled that vacant chair back and I happily obliged.
As soon as I got settled, he came closer and kissed me- not on my lips but just beneath them. I felt his tongue on the corner of my lower lip and hell, all the hair on the nape of my neck stood up, my core tightened and my heartbeat sped up.
Soon he pulled away and I looked at him- at his perfectly formed face. His eyes were twinkling as if he enjoyed doing that to no measure.
"You know what?" he said while picking up the glass of his wine and before I could say anything, "This one is much better than the last time I had it" and took a sip.
"You are unbelievable Ahaan!"
"Oh really? Why?"
"You can't do that"
"Do what?"
"That!"
"That what?"
"Kiss me" I felt my face heat-up while saying that.
And even before I could analyze, he kissed me again- softly, so softly on my cheeks, and pulled away.
The touch of his lips, still lingered on me, but how could he just kiss me like that?
Did you not like it? Shut up Sana!
Concentrate on what's right and what's not.
Keeping my ground, I pushed my chair back and stood up.
He grabbed my hand instantly and made me sit.
"Eat."
"Don't kiss me again."
"Okay" but his face looked amused by something. His eyes were still dancing at some kind of his inside joke.
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