While cooking in the kitchen, he came from back stealthily and hugged me from back. His hands crept up on my belly and he placed his face on my shoulder and peeked over to stove. He chuckled for a bit. I furrowed my brows and leaned a bit asking about the cause of his laugh. He leaned on my bare nape and smiled against it and said softly, " I wonder how can you love me so much that ...". " So much that..? " I asked panting heavily. "That you are.." his breathe became heavy and the spoon in my hand fell on slab. "That you are.." he continued, " putting so much of chilli powder into the curry" and chuckled loudly. I unbuckled his hands on my waist and bend forward a bit and focussed on cooking, a bit frustrated. He groaned and leaned onto me more wrapping his strong arms around me tighter. His face now leaned against the side of my face. He asked," Why don't you cook the cucumbers too?" " Well, they are for salads so eat them raw." I answered monotonously. He moved his rough palms against the bare skin of my belly and whispered," So wifey, can I eat you raw too? You taste better than salads though".
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