"nidra mein kisne yaad kiyo re nidra mein kisne yaad kiyo re jagaye saari raina re piya jagaave, jiya jagaave, diya jagaave re." (who recalled me in the sleep, who thought of me in the sleep, keeps me awake all night. the beloved keeps me up, the heart keeps me up, even the lamp keeps me up)
She hummed as she checked the design on her laptop, searching for the perfect ones to share with the customer and align with her vision. Just then, she was interrupted by a phone call. Seeing the caller ID, she sighed, already knowing what was coming next. She picked up the call and responded before her mother could start talking:
"Yes, Amma, I know Rekha is pregnant with her third child, and everyone in her family hopes for a boy this time. Sudha filed for divorce, and her mother-in-law asked you to convince her to stay, but I'm telling you not to. She's finally making a sensible decision, and she deserves peace. As for Rohan's in-laws buying a new car, it's a second-hand one, so don't feel jealous. Chithapa bought the land, but no worries, I've already spoken with Rohan. He's looking for the perfect site that suits my taste, and we'll buy it soon. Also, I've paid the bills, so don't bother Appa or Rohan about going to the EB office. And for the last time, I'm already 36. No prince charming is coming to marry me now, and I'm not too young to fall in love again. The one time I did, you didn't agree. So please stop bringing up my marriage and linking it to every new gossip you hear. You already have four grandkids from your younger son and daughter, so don't use that emotional blackmailing tactic on me. Take your BP tablets, and please stop being the judge for every family problem around. They're just using you and will always blame you when things go wrong, and you'll only end up complaining about it. If you want to go on a pilgrimage tour, ask Appa. If he's okay with it, take him along. You don't need to ask any of us. It's your life, so live it according to your terms and let me live mine. I've already sent the money to your bank account and inquired about the safety measures with the travel agency. It seems safe, so don't worry much. I have work to do. Take care of yourself and Appa. Bye."
She spoke all this in one go and cut the call and resumed the play button the song goes
aave re hitchki aave re hitchki aave re hitchki hitch.. aave re hitchki aave re hitchki aave re hitchki (I got a hiccup)
She smiled and mailed the finalized designs to the customer and pandiculated and leaned back on the sofa headrest staring at the ceiling.....her eyes fell on the wall clock hanging on the adjacent side and it showed 11: 43 am
"talaiya sookhi keekaR sookha bheetar sookha re" (the pond is dry, the keekaR shrub is dry, and inside (me) it's dry too.) "aave re hitchki...."
She chuckled at herself, picked up her phone, and stopped the music. She then began scrolling through Instagram, staring at a particular profile. After a moment of hesitation, she slid into the profile's DMs and typed a message:
"Hey,
I've been watching your videos for a while now. I'd like to place an order. Could you please share the menu?
Thank you!"
She sent the message, having reread it numerous times. Seeing the green dot indicating the profile was active, she waited for the message status to change to 'seen'. The hall was so silent she could hear the clock's tick-tock clearly. She had never been this nervous before. Her heart raced with happiness when the message was marked as 'seen' and she saw the three dots moving, indicating the person was typing. She waited impatiently, but the reply wasn't what she had expected at all:
"Hmm... Hii...
I'm glad to know you've been stalking my profile for some time... and I'd love to take your order if I could, but the problem is I don't sell food. It's just a cooking vlog. I enjoy making food and sharing it on social media, but not in person. I'm so sorry. If you'd like, I can suggest some other profiles of cloud kitchens and home delivery services that might help you.
Thank you."
She bit her tongue when she read the first line, but her smile vanished and was replaced with disappointment as she read further and realized she wouldn't be able to taste the food.
For the past three months, she had been Stalking this profile, and it quickly became her favorite thing to do. Most cooking vlogs were dominated by women creators, with the occasional man, but this particular profile stood out because the creator was a man. His videos only had audios of him singing and cooking, never showing his face, but the food he made always looked drool-worthy, and his voice was equally captivating. She had discovered new songs through his videos, and her playlist was filled with the tunes he hummed or sang.
Perhaps it wasn't just the food that attracted her to his profile. Maybe it was the connection she felt through his voice, the songs he sang, and the passion he put into his cooking or may be just his hands and those long fingers. The disappointment of not being able to taste his food was overshadowed by the budding affection she had developed for him.
She finally overcame her hesitation and sent the message, only to receive a disappointing reply. Uncertain whether she would attempt again or continue the conversation, she closed Instagram and decided to let it go. But the real question lingered: could she truly let it go?
Designing
"What do you mean? You're coming back to India for just a week, and you want me to redo the entire interior design of the flat? I understand you have a lot of money, but if you don't know how to spend it wisely, ask for my help instead of wasting it like this," Ganga retorted at her best friend during the call.
"Hello madam, speak like a firm owner. This is just another special project for you because now the customer is your best friend, and I want you to do this. Don't send your team; you go and look after everything yourself. Set other projects aside and focus on this one. And no more discussions—you are doing it, avlo than," Seetha insisted to her friend.
Ganga sighed
"You won't listen to me right?"
"No chance... and it would be like working from home for you because you just have to go to the flat opposite yours and start working right away," Seetha said with a hint of determination in her voice.
Ganga rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friend's insistence. The apartment suggestion was actually Seetha's idea from the start. When Seetha decided to settle in London with her in-laws, she couldn't bear the thought of her best friend living far away. So, she found the perfect solution: an apartment right opposite her own.
Initially, Seetha had offered Ganga to stay in her own flat, even coming down to accept the rent. But Ganga, ever the independent spirit, wasn't ready to agree to that. So, Seetha helped her buy the flat directly opposite hers. This way, whenever Seetha visited India, the two friends wouldn't have to go out of their way to meet. They could simply walk across the hall, knock on each other's door, and catch up just like old times.
It had been five long years since Seetha settled in London, and her flat in India remained empty. Ganga sighed, knowing that despite the hassle, she couldn't deny her best friend who had been with her from school days.
"Fine, first I'll ask people to clean the whole flat, then decide what I can do with it. I already have the spare key you gave me, so that won't be a problem. After deciding on the designs, I'll send them for confirmation. Once you're all happy with them, I'll proceed. Okay?"
"Hello, hello, madam... stop right there. What do you mean you'll send people to clean? You don't know that my brother-in-law lives there?" Seetha interrupted.
"What?"
"Wait, what do you mean he isn't there? But we all spoke with him just before I called you. He was inside the flat. In fact, I told him about the new interior design project, and then I called you," Seetha explained.
"Oh, sorry, Seetha. I've been busy with a big project—it's a new restaurant. I rarely come back home in the past eight months, so I might have missed noticing," Ganga admitted.
"Oh, wait... so it's your break time, and I'm torturing you now. You leave it; we'll talk about the interior design later once I come back. Okay, you take a rest," Seetha said with concern.
Ganga smiled. "That's not an issue. I'm still working on a few small projects anyway. I've alerted my team, so they will manage. I can do this. Anyway, your flat is kind of a ditto of mine, right? A 3BHK? I'll finalize the design and send it to you. You tell me what you want to keep or what you don't want to add."
"You should ask my brother-in-law himself. That flat is going to be his, so we want to design things according to his preferences. Just speak with him and clear your doubts," Seetha suggested.
"Wait, which brother-in-law are you talking about? The spoiled brat who just spends the money your husband sends, gets the rent money along with your in-laws' pension too? I mean, you guys are spoiling him too much, and isn't that enough? Now you want to give him the flat? Tell me, what 'mahan' work has he done to deserve this reward? He is just an irresponsible, privileged brat."
"Gangaaa, calm down. He is just a child. It's not his fault that he's privileged and has no burden of responsibility. He is the youngest son of the family, and everyone loves him too much. Trust me, he is not as bad as you think. He is a nice boy," Seetha said, trying to defend her brother-in-law.
"A 'nice boy'? What is his age now?" Ganga asked skeptically.
"27," Seetha replied.
"So, he is a 27-year-old boy still a child according to you? Come on, everything has a limit," Ganga retorted.
"Okay, calm down. We are looking for a suitable girl for him, but he isn't ready to marry yet. You know, you both have a similarity here. He left because we were asking him to marry, and you are living alone for the same reason," Seetha pointed out.
"What the hell... how can you compare me to that useless brother-in-law of yours? As always, you guys listen to him in this matter too. Don't spoil any girl's life by forcing them to marry him. Anyway, which girl would want to marry this brat?" Ganga exclaimed.
"Oh, madam, you don't know his following. So many girls are hitting on him," Seetha remarked.
"Oh, please, I don't even want to know. Just let me know when he's at home, and I'll go ask him about the design today since I'm free," Ganga concluded.
"He'll be at home most of the time, so just ring the doorbell; he should be there," Seetha assured her.
"So he doesn't do any work and stays home all day... wow, great," Ganga rolled her eyes.
"Stop judging him before meeting him, Ganga. He does food vlogs and makes the best food. Trust me, the girl who marries him will be the luckiest, because his hands have magic, and his cooking is the best ever. He's also a fun-loving, lovely boy," Seetha explained.
That statement struck Ganga.
"He's a food vlogger?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes, and please don't complain about how a man shouldn't do this. He's already faced too many insults. Poor boy. I won't listen to a single word against him," Seetha said firmly.
There was silence from Ganga.
"Hey, hello? Is there a connection issue? Can you hear me, Ganga? Hello?" Seetha called out.
"Ah, ah... I can hear you. I'm cutting the call now. Take care of yourself and the kids. Bye," Ganga responded.
"Hmm, bye. Take care. And again, please think about marriage, Ganga. A live-in partner is also fine, but I don't want you to be alone. I know you cut the call whenever I bring this topic up, but I care about you, and that's why I speak about it. Please, end this punishment period. You deserve love, and now that there's no burden of responsibility, think about yourself for a change. It's not too late, Ganga. I'm cutting the call now. Take care,"
Seetha finally said with concern. Ganga smiled and ended the call. Seetha had always been that one person who never judged Ganga and had always been there for her. Seetha got married right after completing her undergraduate studies, moved to London the following year, and found a job there. Eventually, her in-laws also shifted there.
Among all of Ganga's friends, Seetha might be the only one genuinely happy in her married life. She always speaks positively about it, constantly reminding Ganga that there is a chance to find happiness in marriage. Of course, Ganga knows this is possible only because Seetha's in-laws were the nicest people and thankfully nonjudgmental.
Ganga sighed, then called her assistant to outline the tasks that needed to be done. She discussed the designs with a few clients, noting down their requested changes. Since the project team was already present in the meeting, she didn't have to provide much guidance, just a few small insights. With that, she wrapped up the meeting. Now the man living in the opposite flat now occupied her mind.
What did I do?
Ganga's POV
The thought of banging on the door of my opposite flat and finding out if my suspicions were true was gnawing at me. I desperately hoped it wasn't "HIM." If there was any man I loathed and had countless complaints about without ever meeting him, it was Seetha's brother-in-law. We were complete opposites. I was the eldest in my family, while he was the youngest. The privileges he enjoyed and the way his whole family treated him like a prince infuriated me. He lived his life as he wished, without any burden or fear. Knowing that I could never have a life like his made me hate him without knowing him. As Seetha said, it's not his fault; it's just my jealousy of his freedom and life.
After contemplating for a long time, I found myself standing at the door, debating whether to ring the doorbell or not. Fiddling with my hands and battling intrusive thoughts, I finally pressed the doorbell, took a deep breath, and waited for the door to open.
I had almost decided to head back, but as I turned to return to my flat, the door opened. Suddenly, I could hear the song clearly. I turned around again, and there he was. Our eyes met as the lyrics played.
(I'm hanging like an earthen pot in a palm tree, I'm hiding like the music inside a drum.
If she comes in front of you, and kills without moving, to kill without any pain. this shining beauty is waiting, She has blossomed and has shaken you... She has blossomed and has shaken you)
He raised his brows and I snapped out of my reverie. He is indeed handsome, with that subtle beard. His face is neither round nor rectangular, but somewhere in between. His eyes are sharp, with short, not-so-dense eyebrows. His nose is slightly big with a sharp tip. His upper lip is slightly overshadowed by his mustache (which he should trim, I must add), and his lower lip is fine and not too dark, indicating that he probably doesn’t smoke, which is good. He’s wearing a platinum chain with no pendant, a loose shirt, and his body is not well-built—no six-packs to expect—but he does have a flat stomach and slightly bulging arms, suggesting he does some regular exercise, but he’s surely not a gym freak. Good for him. My eyes were about to wander further when I heard the sound of a throat clearing. I looked up to find him smirking at me.
"Are you done checking me out? Will you please tell me why you rang the doorbell, ma'am?" he asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You aren't that handsome, okay."
"Okay... I know that. Still, 'am I looking handsome?' wasn't the question I asked you," he responded.
I took a deep breath, wanting to retort, but decided to leave. As I turned back and was about to open my flat's door, I heard his voice.
"Oh, so you are that interior designer friend Anni couldn't stop talking about?"
I sighed and looked back. Okay, this is not how I should react. I controlled myself and spoke.
"Yes, and I thought of examining the flat once before we discuss the redesign."
"Oh, that's good. Please come in," he said, opening the door wide and moving aside to give me space to enter the flat...
As I mentioned, the flat was the same as mine, but I didn't expect him to keep it this clean. In that sense, I must appreciate him, but will I say that out loud? No chance—I’m not going to boost his ego in any way. I walked further inside to look around and see which areas I could utilize. When I entered the kitchen, I silently prayed to all the gods that it wouldn't be what I was expecting. But, as usual, the gods ignored my pleas. It was the same setup I had been watching in the videos, which meant it was him. I was 90% sure, but I still didn't want to believe it. I silently peeked back and saw his hands—those very same veiny hands, long fingers, and that bracelet with a letter "K" on it. Done. 98% confirmed it was him.
I was perplexed about how to take this in. I wanted to leave this place right away, but I also wanted to ask him that question once again: is it truly him? Every sense of me was hoping he would say it's not him. I was in that situation where I clearly knew the truth but had that slight hope it should be a lie. Why? Now, I didn't know how to react. Maybe leaving this place without making it more awkward sounded perfect.
I came back to the hall he followed me too
"So, what do you think?" he asked me.
I sighed. "Everything is already perfect. I don't think you guys should change it."
"Exactly my point! Even I said that, but Anni insisted it's old-fashioned and that I should change it according to my preference. But the thing is, I like it more as it is. It's pretty perfect, even for my shoots too."
"Shoots?"
"Yeah, I post cooking videos. I shoot while cooking, and the lighting is perfect. In fact, you commented that the interior design in the kitchen is beautiful."
"Me???"
"Yeah, I know you're my follower. Sorry, I didn't know you live just opposite me. Mostly, I don't go outside much, and when I do, I never saw the door open, so I thought the opposite flat was actually empty. Until Anni called me today and told me you live there and would come here to do the interior design. I searched about your firm and ended up finding your Instagram ID. It was a business profile with details about your firm and works, mostly over your personal stuff. And yeah, you mistakenly sent that order message from your business account. I'm sorry, I truly don't sell food. It's just my hobby."
"Oh."
That's all I could come up with before leaving the flat without waiting for further discussion. I didn't want to embarrass myself more. I heard him calling my name, but I didn't stop. I entered my flat, closed the door, and directly went to my room. Sitting on my bed, I thought, what the hell did I just do? I didn't know.
Getting worse
Ganga's POV
It's been two weeks since that awkward incident, and here I am, trying my best to never cross paths with him. Before I knew he lived there, it was a pretty easy task. But now it's the toughest work ever. Every time I have to go out, I spend half an hour at the door, peeking through the peephole, anxiously checking if he might be coming out at that moment. My heart races every time I hear footsteps in the corridor, and I freeze, hoping it's not him.
When I come back, it's the same thing—I wait on the ground floor, pretending to check my phone or fiddle with my keys, all while keeping an eye on the entrance. I even ask the security guard if he's seen him recently, trying to gauge the best time to make my move without bumping into him. Once I get the all-clear, I rush to the lift, praying it will be empty.
Living like this has been exhausting. I've even changed my usual routines to avoid any chance encounters. I take different routes to my destinations, leave earlier or later than usual, and even avoid the communal areas in the building. The constant fear of running into him has turned what used to be a simple task into a daily ordeal.
I did ask why the hell I am fearing now....and guess what I have reasons and they are justified ones....the story goes like
I am a 36-year-old unmarried woman living alone. Being the eldest daughter in my family, I had to shoulder many responsibilities from a young age. My teenage years were dedicated to my studies, as my parents constantly reminded me that any distraction, especially boys, would divert my attention from my duties. I had to suppress my desires and wishes to ensure I fulfilled my family obligations, especially after my two siblings were born.
When I entered my 20s, adulthood brought its own set of challenges. It was the time when every person seemed desirable, and I ended up liking someone who reciprocated my feelings. However, my parents disapproved of him. He wanted me to leave my family responsibilities and join his as the eldest daughter-in-law, taking on his family's responsibilities. I chose to stay with my family because I knew them and their nature, unlike the new family he was offering. Our relationship ended there because he couldn't accept a woman who made sense and asked reasonable questions—questions his patriarchal mindset and ego couldn't answer directly.
As I progressed through my 20s, I gradually became tired of the societal expectations and the fragile male egos I encountered. By the time I reached my 30s, I was considered past the "acceptable" age for marriage. I decided not to get married at all, which seemed like a fair decision at the time. so far so good However, the story takes a turn for the worse from here.
I mentally prepared for the lonely life but my body said no........I have needs and yes I do not deny it.... that time I found a page of man posting cooking videos initially I thought it was just about the drool-worthy food but no it was him which I wanted more than the food cooked by him......I have the darkest fantasies about that man...Fuck the judgmental looks I am going to get for saying this....I masturbated many times imagining his long veiny fingers entering into me and reached orgasms too...I imagined him doing many dirty stuff with me and that imaginary man had no face so till then it was kind of okay.
But guess what? Now I know the man's face, and the man in my dreams has a face too. He lives just opposite my flat and knows I've been stalking his profile. To make matters worse, he's 9 years younger than me and my best friend's brother-in-law. Her whole family still considers him a child, but that "child" is doing not-so-childlike things to me in my dreams.
Now I can't stop those dirty dreams and the fantasy and it is making me feel so shameful and I don't think I can ever face him........Because till the time he was the unknown man, the fantasy felt so right and pleasurable now when I know him it's wild.......you know there is a saying heart always goes for the forbidden thing and the thrill of getting forbidden thing have another level of kick and now the forbidden one for me is him and I know I should not do this but I couldn't stop myself from imagining him in my flat in my bedroom over me inside me roaming his hands all over me biting me licking me squeezing me tasting me kneading me spanking me like how he cooks I want him to do all this with me and I now have zero controls over it and the sane part of me wants to stop it want to keep him away at least physically that's why this hide and seek I think I should try much harder to keep him away but the more I push those thoughts the more it rushes back to me and worse I like it coming back to me.....I like the imaginary him touching me kissing me licking me doing everything to me and it's getting worse....
5.What should I do..
Ganga's POV
Today was my birthday, and the game of hide and seek is still on—with me in the lead so far. As usual, I received calls from my parents and siblings wishing me well. Seetha was the first to wish me, but she couldn't come to India as planned because her trip was cancelled. She was more disappointed than I was, but I felt a bit relieved. Managing a phone call is easier; if she were here in person, she would definitely notice something was wrong just by looking at my face. So, it's a good thing she didn't come. However, she did send me a saree, which was delivered yesterday as an online order. Luckily, I had a matching blouse, so I wore it today.
I gave my staff the day off today since I usually don't work on my birthday and prefer to spend the whole day resting. I mean, I deserve that break!
Today was no exception. I woke up at 11, checked my missed call list, returned calls, took a bath, and wore the saree I received. I knew I wouldn't wear it all day, but at least for a while. Although I'm not great at cooking, I can manage simple dishes. However, today I didn't want to eat ordinary food, so I decided to order in.
I sat on the sofa with my phone, debating between ordering biryani or a meal. Just as I was juggling my options, the doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. With a sigh, I lazily got up and moved to the door. Without checking through the peephole, I opened it—and there he was. I got caught in the hide-and-seek game.
I stood there in shock as he smiled and showed me the package in his hand. I furrowed my brows.
"Hey."
"......Hi..."
I mumbled slowly. He smiled.
"Happy Birthday! I thought I’d deliver your order as a birthday gift from my side."
He said, and my eyes moved to the package in his hand. The smell was already making my mouth water. I took a deep breath.
"......I......am mean....I didn't expect this.....and sorry It wasn't intentional....I wasn't ignoring you intentionally it's just.......leave it.....Thank you for the wish also....for the food"
I stuttered, somehow completing my sentence. He smiled at me.
"Can I come in?"
He asked. I gulped and nodded. He remained standing there, which puzzled me until I noticed he was looking at me expectantly. Realizing my blunder, I bit my inner cheeks and moved aside to give him space to enter. I offered to carry the packages, but he declined.
I closed the door and moved inside. He was already arranging the tiffin boxes on the dining table. Before that, he opened another package, revealing a cake. I was sure it was vanilla.
My mind flashed back to the wet dream I had about him. We were baking a cake in my kitchen, and he had asked me what flavour I liked. I told him I loved vanilla. He whipped the buttercream with the immersion blender and then asked me to give it a try. In the process, I did something wrong, and the cream spilt all over me. and he licked the cream on my skin slowly taking his time tasting my skin along with the cream we end up burning the cake as well as the calories....and I came under the shower while I imagining all those we did and the cake..
Him showing up at my door with cake and food was the last thing I expected to happen in real life, but it did, and I was dumbfounded. His voice snapped me out of my reverie.
"Please cut the cake?"
I looked at the cake placed in front of me on the teapoy and him standing opposite. I just stood there, still.
"I know you don't like me, but I thought you would at least like the food I make. I'm sorry for that day. I shouldn't have said it directly and made you uncomfortable, causing you to leave the flat right away. That wasn't my intention. I baked this cake especially to apologise to you... please."
He sounded genuinely sorry, but what did he mean, "I don't like him"? Who said that? I am going insane for him, and he thinks I don't like him. Best joke ever, I must say
"Who said I don't like you??"
I asked him he chuckled
"I was sitting beside my sister-in-law every time you criticized me, so I know how you feel. You're not at fault either. Maybe you felt jealous because you always had the burden of family responsibilities, so bashing me was somewhat understandable.
But sometimes, you need to see things from my perspective too. I'm the youngest, and nothing is forced on me. I don't have to work hard to achieve anything; I can simply have a calm and peaceful life. I'm not ambitious and don't take things too seriously. I'm just a normal human being like you, so there's no need to detest me so much."
he said with a sad smile and that made me guilty...
"I don't detest you Kathir"
"You don't have to say to convince me it's all right....let's cut the cake first"
He said this and then lit the candle. I smiled lightly, blew out the candle, cut the cake, and handed him the first piece.
"You taste it first."
he said
"No please "
I said, and he just took some frosting with his middle finger and licked it....Damnn.......this guy is making things more worse......I took a deep breath and ate that cake piece and licked the cream on my finger and he saw me intently and man that made me wet....for god sake he is looking at me simply I said it to myself but the question is, is that a simple stare????...
He took a deep breath and moved towards the dining table shaking my head to come out of those dirty thoughts I went there too and sat opposite to him he opened the boxes and served me first then served food on his plate....ahhh yess this smells so fucking good.
I started to dig in and I do sensed his eyes on me time to time but I decided to ignore it...I should stop this imagination thing at least till he leave.
While eating I asked him
"You said you won't sell the food you make?"
"That's true and even now I am just sharing it with you not selling........and for me cooking and the food I make is so personal and most of the time I don't even want to share it with anyone....But today was your birthday so decided to share it with you"
He explained and I nodded my head and we finished our lunch just like that..........He said he would leave and some part of me felt disappointed I wanted him to stay for some more time yet I didn't voiced it out...
We were at the door he was on the other side and was about to close the door.......
"Thanks for the food and the cake.....it's awesome and easily one of the best birthday of me so Thank you so much"
I thanked him truly and he smiled......with a deep sigh and I closed the door but the door bell rang right away and I opened the door it was him.....
"Kathir...."
"I fantasizes you"
"what?"
"I mean it.....I fantasize about you....I am attracted to you badly....I don't know it's just lust or anything because I won't lie I had wet dreams about you and in the past 12 years I masturbated thinking about you I don't care how you are going to take it.......I was obsessed over you from the moment I saw you at my brother's wedding....I won't say I never fantasized about any other women I did for guys the taste changes as we grow up and for me I still fantasized you when I was 15 and continued to do at 25 too even now....I don't know I would still do that at 35 or more........If it's just lust it might go away if I get to taste you once but the fear is once I get taste you I might get addicted to you and I don't know I can handle that addiction..........You know why I don't sell the food I cooks.....It's very personal.....because when I cook I fantacize about you when ever I knead a dough I imagine your body curves......when I sqeeeze lemons and melons it's your booobs and ass....when I lick and taste anything I imagine licking and tasting your skin....for me the food I make is you and I don't share it with anyone.....let alone selling.....You may think I am the dirtiest minded man you ever know but I couldn't hold up anymore......You have no idea how badly I wanted to kill that bastard you said you loved and don't know how much I celebrated when I get to know you broke up.....You don't know how much proud I felt when you established this firm and never let any other man enter your life.....I came back for you....you just stalked my food but I staked you for years and you don't even know my existence......I can't hold up anymore.......I want to say it and I did it's up to you to decide...."
he finished and I was still in shock.....
"It's worse"
I mumbled
"I know but I want this....I want you"
He replied.........what should I do now............
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