His Pretended Fiancee`(spin off of Marriage For Convenience)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

"How was she?" I referred to her mom, still rubbing her temples.

"Very pretty" Sia did not hesitate replying; a very slight twitching of lips close to be a smile appeared on her face as she shared "I have her eyes dark brown. I have her dark wavy hair too. She loved to cook." Sia opened her eye looking at me "I am horrible at it so don't expect."

I smiled; back of her humor meant her headache was gone.

But her talking spree was on.

I guess she enjoyed sharing about her biological parents, which she never got any chance to.

"She was a terrible singer. She would only sing La la lori[a popular Indian Hindi lullaby] for me and I used to wonder why is she trying to scare me. Still the caress of her fingers over my eyebrows would put me to sleep."

Sia held my fingers in her hands holding them and pressing them slightly "I miss her, I miss them." Her voice teary by now, a small line of salty liquid left her closed eyes.

I lifted her from her shoulders and unlike herself she did not rebel.

I pulled her in for a hug and she sniffled slightly "I cannot talk about them to mom and dad, to anyone, they'd be hurt" she miffed on my shoulders "they will think that they are not doing enough though the truth is that they are doing more than that is needed so much that it sometimes chokes the life out of me but still I can't help it, I miss my parents. I do. And I am such a coward I cannot talk about them without ending up crying. Stupid stupid me" she hit herself on her forehead cursing herself.

"Stop. Stop Sia" I cupped her face in both my hands, her wet eyelashes fanning her face, her large eyes curiously waiting for my response

I wasn't that good in such stuff

Honestly I was blank at what I should do.

I simply wiped her tear-stained face with the pad of my thumb and looked at her wondering what I could say to calm such a beauty.

Think something think

"Sia you are a great girl, I am sure your parents would be proud of what you are." 

She smiled "How can you say such perfect things at perfect times.'

I might have patted myself the victorious minion speech 

But before I could add some more courtesy notes I found that she was leaning much closer, not that was intentional. 

You can blame the cushiony soft leather black sofa though

Her face paralleled to mine I could see the tiny beauty spot just below her pink lips that were parted by now, her curious eyes didn't held any humor but they were simply looking at with an emotion which was not the expected gratitude, soft mint breaths of her were wafting my senses and clogging my head, playing with my brain

Yes I wasn't thinking because next I realized my lips were bumped into something silky and soft and sweet and berry and I loved the taste of it.

I loved the feel of it.

Shit I was kissing her

I was kissing my pretended fiancée

All the intelligent instincts in my brain were shouting at me to f##king stop what I was doing.

But my body and lips had a plan of their own, they were simply having the time of their life synchronizing with the beautiful soft ecstatic replica of theirs and when I realized that I was actually kissing her and there was nothing I could do about it, 

As a reflex I lived for the moment, the tiny percussion in my stomach was now not for debate of right or wrong but was the side effects of the kiss.

I didn't want it to end, I was enjoying it a bit too much and I wanted more, I did not want to let go, invariably my tongue wriggled her lower lip.

I tried to stop, I honestly did

I know I was crossing boundaries

Raj was really going to put my ass on fire.

But the sweet moaning sound by Sia who opened her mouth welcoming me and kissing me deeply, I knew I was a goner.

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"Breakfast is ready" Saia shouted excitedly.

"You cooked breakfast?" I asked surprised.

"Somebody was so busy playing the avoid game that he forgot that complimentary breakfast ends at 9. So..." she dropped the plate of bread and butter on the table for both of us, the slight clutter of the glass plate echoing through the silent apartment.

"Avoid game?" I repeat I knew her accusation of avoiding eye contact for what happened last night was not a buff.

"Yes you looking at your non-manicured toes" she did not miss the eewww! face at the mention of my toes whenever I am around. 

"My face is right here," she shouted when I fiddled with the spoon and adjusted the coffee mug even though if it was ta perfect place. She then threw her hands in the air "Come on. It was just a kiss shared by two matured adults, it wasn't anything more, just heat of the moment. You enjoyed, I enjoyed end of the story"

"You enjoyed?' I asked my eyes gleaming.

Cursing something under 'bloody men being men' she said "Of course I enjoyed" she angrily pulled the wrought iron chair never minding the screeching sound it made whenever it touched the floor "its not like I go on kissing random guys. It just happened and we went with the flow. I am not judging you and so shouldn't you."

She then looked at me, I anticipate immediately "so cut the staring of your imbecile toes and behave normally."

"Yes ma'am" I smiled at the automated response, she sure was behaving like a psychology teacher.

I rubbed my palms feeling lighter after the tiny lecture/ banter by Sia "lets have breakfast. I am starving"

I lifted the piece of bread to push it into my mouth. But stopped because it was too stiff to hold.

I turned it around to find out that the butter dripping piece of bread was completely black being burnt due to overheating.

I looked at the bread first and then at Sia.

She bit into her bread with a weird squirming face and then shrugged her shoulders "told ya I wasn't a great cook" and once she'd swallowed whole of her bread she immediately chugged whole glass of water to plough down the bitter taste of burnt toast. 

When I laughed at her she squinted at me angrily "its okay. Its not like I am looking for a master chef title. I might have outdone my self on my own lack of cooking skills."

I smiled at her statement of her cooking and decided to scratch away the burnt layer of the crust with the butter knife she stopped me. "Let it be, you can have coffee. I will get some cookies and indian snacks mom had packed for us"

When I gave the once over debating look at the coffee flask my hands wavering whether to have it or not, Sia helped me out of the dilemma "don't worry" she said enthusiastically "this was an instant one. I had nothing to do just add hot milk and yay!! Its ready" she smiled again "so it is safe and edible."

Glad that I could finally have something after my heavy gym workout 

Couldn't help wanted to put my head and my juniors head out of the recapping kiss

I probably over did my routine

Quickly pouring the steaming liquid into the cup I went for a go.

But to my dismay and Sia's discomfort as quickly the sip was in mouth it splattered out with double the spit.

Fortunately I cupped my mouth avoiding the mess on the table, my eyes on Sia's reaction.

She made one of her trademark sheepish guilt ridden face and confessed "I might have added hot creamer instead of milk" she bit her tongue between her teeth, the pink blob in the air pressed between her lips.

I should have felt anguish at her traitorous cooking skill but instead had to squeeze my thighs, my libido on high alert as all I could think was how ecstatic that pink blob felt in my mouth as the two tongues struggled for dominance.

Not able to take it anymore I now pushed the iron chair not bothering to tone down the screeching annoying noise as it scrapped the Italian floor and headed towards the washroom.

I needed a shower.

A very cold shower indeed!

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We were now walking dressed in our professional business suits to the seminar. Fortunately I did not had to be a part of the operation.

Since there were some more interested and prospected buyers of the same machine from all over the world, the company organized a small seminar to explain and demonstrate their new product.

Though Sia didn't know a thing about the medical profession and the machinery related stuff were still alien to her, she still insisted to join me.

"I can simply ogle other doctors in their dress suit. If I am lucky I might get some British too. I would love to hear their accent," she said.

Though I wasn't disappointed at all when the Chinese fellow once demonstrated and introducing all his range of product kept on repeating in all the languages of the present representatives of respective countries.

Sia kept me entertained during those times.

She mimicked as he narrated the description in Japanese.

He is not talking about the machine, not any longer, he is gossiping" Sia murmured into my ears. See he is looking at people from Africa" she made me look at the two dark complexioned representatives, one of them dressed in black looked exactly like one of the lead characters of Men in Black "he is telling that two of them are gay" Sia hushed in my ears 

And when the guy in black shifted a little towards his partner who was dressed in gray sharing a tiny talk she said, "look they are into each other and this is what that Chines guy is telling to the Japanese one."

I simply glared at her motioning her to be silent.  Although internally, I was laughing my ass out.

When the narration shifted to Germans Sia gave her input.

Well did I mention since Sia was very talkative, the Chinese person Hui lui happened to stare at us quiet frequently "now he is gossiping about us. He is talking about our relationship about how hot I am and how you look like you have a swallowed a whole of uncooked frog."

I coughed at it "uncooked frog?" I repeated with my closed lips.

"Yes look at your face" she shouted loudly this time and on cue each and every person sitting the conditioned banquet started staring at my face. "See" now Sia exclaimed victoriously "everybody else seconds my thought."

Well thankfully that was a muted tone only meant for me to hear.

And when everybody did not find anything entertaining or visibly present on my face, they went back shifting their gazes between the brochure and the Chinese guy explaining and the machinery.

Once finished in all the languages the demonstrator started repeating the same stuff about how it was the latest innovation, how they had considered the price for promotion and how it would help the patients on and on he went.

Sia made a throat slicing action as she murmured "bored to death" 

But the guy went on repeating, by this time all others too had lost interest and were now fiddling with the brochure, few of them went for a glass of water neatly placed in front of every individual one of them even yawned before disguising it into a cough but Sia was the most innovative one of them she stood on her feet and started speaking in hindi "bas kar na be kitna pakayegan, samajh me aa gaya humko ab kya chup karne ke bhi paise lega, khana khila bookh lagi hai* [stop your nonsense. How much are you going to further bore and irritate us? Will you charge to shut your mouth? Now let us have our lunch that you promised earlier*] she spoke in Hindi

All the reprsentatibes and the demonstrating unit stared at her with blank face, their mouth hanging open.

"dekha mazza aaya na" Sia raised her eyebrows announcing her victory

Shall I gift her with an Olympian medal for her stand up comedy meant only for me?

But I silenced my inner thoughts and pulled her for a seat.

"Sorry she is not good in English" I apologized in her behalf "she means to say that you guys have shown amazing hospitality and the machine looks really promising " I said smiling and pushed Sia softly for she was pulling me to shut my mouth 

"No He is lying I .. I can speak" Sia shouted but I shushed in the only way possible.

I kissed her

Though it was a short lived but the now familiar sparks were back 

And trust me they were not because of the kiss but the anticipated toe kicking Sia's favorite stilettoes heels.

I masked the pain with the fakest smile possible.

"I have been to India once" the African guy approached us "I can understand hindi" he said every charmingly "but doesn't pa..ka naa. Mean cooking? What does cooking have to do with the machine."

Sia was about to explain what she really meant but I interrupted "no she meant pakda means catch, she meant she got the catch of how the machine works."

"Oo ho ooo" the African loudly said "my bad my bad' he lifted his hands in the air and then murmuring something to his partner in gray he left out of the room, his hand rested on the waist line of his partner till they had their exit.

Probably Sia observed well, they indeed were gay couples.

Lunch however was a payback time for Sia who stuffed my plate with things she knew I hated to eat and went on a hunger terror strike.

Well the payback was leaving food on the plate is very disrespectful to the host and therefore I was forced to eat the entire platter.

However I did return the payback later in the evening, not voluntarily but it was my body's natural reaction and acidic creation of gases due to the meal, too bad Sia had to sleep with a sheet on her nose.

Served her well though

And served me well too

How?

Next evening I suggested, "lets have Chinese today."

Her reply "I have already cooked khichdi and kadi[Indian rice and gravy]

Don't worry for a change I was still alive

Thanks to some Indian stores instant khichdi and kadi were available. All she had to do was heat them in the oven. The thing was completely edible and we could watch a late night movie run on the netflix without disturbing either of us.

Though in the middle of night Sia behaved like her own self as she shouted, "I am hungry."

"Wow that's a news. Congratulations" I mocked "and how do expect me to help you with your taste buds."

"Very funny. You were sent along with me to take care of me, not to mock at me when I am in hour of need." She put her hands on her waist threateningly.

"Oh hello" I waved in front of her not wanting to be rude "being hungry after already having dinner is not the signs of a needy person."

"Right. I apologize for acting needy. I am going to sleep." She huffed disappointed and marched towards her room obviously annoyed.

Wasn't that being rude?

I asked myself.

I hate being mean.

Well perks of being a nice person

Half an hour later I am was standing out of her room, the sliding glass door giving full view of her queen sized bed draped in all white sheet and Sia nestled under the white comforter, light blinking from inside said that's he was playing games in her mobile.

She was indeed hungry.

Probably evening workout sessions have something to do with her appetite.

"Sia I shouted with a slight knock on the door but she ignored me and shifted on the other side.

"Sia please open the door" she continued playing her game.

I was sure that she was playing the game because she'd increased the volume of the game to muffle my sounds form behind.

"Sia stop behaving like a baby. And open the dam door.' I now shouted

"The door is open" Sia finally shouted back ignoring me and concentrating on the screen of her mobile like Sherlock concentrates on the dead body whose murderer he is assessing.

After standing in front of her for five full minutes and being ignored I thought of a plan.

I waved the keys that were recently delivered to our apartment and asked, "wanna go for a ride? Its Harley Davidson"

Just like a model dropping of her clothes behind the stage to change for the next round, Sia dropped her comforter and mobile and sprinted towards me.

Dramatically I too kept on rotating the H&D keychain in front of her eyes and simply enjoyed them twinkling 

She jumped to get hold of them but I shifted them to other hand, she shifted to my other hand but I pushed the hand higher in the air.

Defeated she folded her arms around her waist and pouted.

Smiling at her innocent tactics, I pulled her elbow and offered "there is this Chinese market where they have cuisines form all around the world and it starts late night. I can take you there if you are really hungry. But you have to say please"

Very obediently lik a straight A student she turned around and said politely "please Sandy take me to that market, I am starving" but immediately like s devil possessing her she changed her stance and said "but I will ride the bike." She attempted to snatch the keys from me.

Thankfully I had the full grip on it.

Not happening. You don't have a licnece to drive." I denied flatly.

"Just shut up. I do have a license" she argued still trying to reach out for the keys.

"No baby" I said surprised at the use of word baby but carried anyways "it is the Indian license that you own, I have the international license and I can ride anywhere in the world." Tipping my hair slightly pulling off the swag I added, "thanks to different courses that I enroll all over the world, I had to get a international one."

"Show off" she twisted her lips giving me a duh' face

"That's so not fair" she screeched but nevertheless reached for her sneakers that she had kicked so not graciously under the dark leather sofa.

the street market was an array of colourful Neon sign boards displaying language that was still alien to both of us, hustle bustle of Chinese people and few tourists that were easy to spot since they were as confused as we were about what to eat, the young night was a welcoming tourist activity for both of us.

we made the most of it, exploring new dishes, we even managed to ask the vendors about the recipe and learnt new words in Chinese Re' meant hot, meiwei de meant delicious and good was hao.

we used these words repetitively till we were able to pronounce it properly

After treating ourselves with street food and savoring dumplings, soup and pancakes. I could have had more but Sia stopped me "I do not have any more body sprays that I can use as room freshener. So I'd appreciate if we call for the night." 

Way to humiliate my digestive system.

Disappointed and having my ego deflated like a balloon pinned I shrugged and walked towards the park area to fetch the bike.

While I was hunting and checking my pockets for the keys a loud roar interrupted me from behind.

Ignoring I shifted towards the sidewalk continuing my search for the keys.

How much did the guy say they'd charge if I lose my keys?' I was thinking when the roaring engine starting blaring with loud horns.

I was losing concentration so I thought of giving a glare to the biker to stop him form disturbing me and let me focus on looking for my keys.

But when I gave one look at the biker I was shocked to see none other than...