Chapter 12

Samar stuffed another morsel of scrumptious aloo parantha in his mouth, desperately trying to ignore the heat in his body. He was sure there were two spots of pink blooming on his cheeks. It was the heat that had nothing to do with the spices in the parantha and everything to do with the beautiful woman who had made them.

The woman who was sitting in front of him, awkwardly willing the flush away from her own face.

It so happened that she had come to wake him up half an hour back. And call it an occupational hazard, but he had lethally quick reflexes even in his sleep. It took only a nanosecond for him to haul and trap her beneath his body when she poked him in the shoulder. Thankfully, his subconscious knew that he was safe in his house, else he might have snapped her wrist or something. As soon as he saw her surprised face below his and it registered that it wa