Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

He had skipped the office that day because he wanted to spend more and more time with her. He like her presence around him, it made him feel a bit humane. It provoked a weird frenzy inside him making adrenaline rush in his veins. He liked everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her voice, her fragnance. Everything. 

All the day, they both had spent most of the time in kitchen with Irtaza telling him how to cook chicken karahi. She had told her that she didn't know how to make it while they were conversating on something and then he simply led her to the kitchen, his chef mode turning on. He asked her to cook while he will be instructing her. Initially, she was nervous because of his gaze on her but slowly she got acquainted to it and then cooked like a pro while he instructed her.

He was a strict person, when it comes to teaching. And she being careless as ever was always about to burn her fingers when he pulled her hand back, saving her from getting burn.

For a moment, she forgot everything. Her nervousness didn't click her. He was being extra normal with her and that made her relax and she did her task confidently. And she appreciated the fact too that he didn't try to approach him or corner her and then kiss the wholelife out of her. His kisses always made her breathless and the nervousness wouldn't go away for several hours.

"So lets taste it, senorita" Irtaza said before sitting down on the dining table.

He took a spoon and filled it with the karahi while she looked at him expectantly, standing by his chair.

As soon as the food entered into his mouth, a grimace adorned his face.

"What?" she gasped, "it doesn't taste good?" she asked with that hurtful voice in her tone.

"It is but not yet" he said and with that he made her sit on his lap and filled the spoon again, then making her eat it. A frown marred her features.

As she took the bit, he kissed her, immediately. His tongue suddenly dipping into her mouth and sliding against hers as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Wh..at" she murmured between the kiss as his hands gripped her waist.

Soon when they both were breathless, they pulled away, gasping for oxygen.

"Now it tastes good" he said.

"What?" she asked, frowning.

"The chicken karahi" 

She blinked rapidly and couldn't help but give a small smile. It was kind of hilarious for her.

She got off of his lap and he let her, sitting on the chair next to him before filling his plate with the karahi.

"I want an honest review" she said with a stern voice. Hell, she made alot of efforts to make this dish and he can't get away just like that. She really wanted an honest answer.

"I told you"

"No, that wasn't an honest review"

"Do you want me to kiss you again?"

"No!" she gasped, "if you...you do that, I'll run aw..ay" 

"And I'll catch you" he uttered pulling her chair closer to him, making her nervous, instantly.

"Taste...taste the dish" she suddenly felt her voice falling down.

"It tastes much better when I taste it on your tongue, Zahra" he whispered, leaning his face closer to her.

Zahra....he is serious

"So you're trying to get away just like that. You have to taste the dish" she said instantly, breaking the tense atmosphere and instantly changed the topic because it was increasing her nervousness and she wanted a god damn honest review of her dish!

"Ah ok. Ok. My beautiful. Ok." he said and then tasted it again. 

"Its good senorita. It tastes good"

"Just good?" she asked like a child.

"Everything has a balanced taste but the chicken is a bit burnt."

"Okay" she whispered, slightly disappointed. She wanted it to be perfect as she put up a whole day in making it.

"Senorita. You wanted an honest review. Now don't be disheartened. Its really good, especially for a beginner like you"

Her face brightened with smile.

"Thankyou" she replied. "And how do you know cooking?" she asked.

It really surprised him when he told her that he'll be teaching her how to make karahi. Never in her wildest dreams, she thought that the big bad mafia leader knew cooking.

"Me and my grandfather used to have hilarious experiments in the kitchen so that's from where I begin"

"Oh Dada, he seems quite...quite serious to me"

"He indeed is but either I or Shehryaar, manage to break those walls of seriousness. And he is really good too when it comes to cooking"

"You know my baba was a great chef too. He taught me how to make soup. Though I don't love soup but the hot and sour soup he used to make was mouth watering" she said in a daze, her eyes showing that distant look as she got lost in the memories of past, "Baba also once tutored me on driving the car, I was so nervous, afraid that we might meet an accident and we were about to." her voice rose a bit as excitement filled her while narrating him the incident, "I was about to crash the car into a date palm, baba was repeating, 'mano, press the clutch and then break' press the clutch, break. But my mind was not able to comprehend anything, I was panicking, thinking the car might get crash but Baba pulled the gear on time and after that I told him, I'll be learning driving after my degree, not before that. Woah that was scary" she narrated.

She always loved it whenever someone was there to listen to her silly stories, she loved sharing small, hilarious and awkward moments of her life with her closed ones. Though, Irtaza was nowhere close to her, but these days, he was just around her and she wanted to tell her experiences to someone and him being a bit lenient gave her enough comfort to share the short stories with him, but that didn't mean she trusted him.

"And you know once Daniyal and I also went for driving, he insisted on teaching me how to drive and then at last I had to agree, once inside the car, Daniyal held my hand placing it on the gear and teaching me about the gears, this is gear 1, 2" she continued, her eyes fixed on the wall as she recalled the moment, totally forgetting whom he is narrating the story to but when suddenly her eyes fell on Irtaza, the reality hit her like a truck and she gasped with horror on realising her surroundings.