I barely saw her body on the floor as it was filled with the smoke of burnt dish. I rushed towards her; turned off the stove; picked her up and tried to wake up her.
"Harini, can you hear me?" I asked, loudly.
"What's this smoke?" I coughed.
When I tried to open the lid, the smoke increased its volume. It was very horrible to smell that type of food which wasn't being able to recognize, and I would like to thank myself for not taking much breath. I hurriedly opened the windows of the kitchen and made the smoke flow out of the room.
I know that it would affect global warming but not that of vehicles.
"Harini," I called taking her out of the kitchen.
I made her sit on the sofa comfortably. As I went back to bring a glass of water for her, she struggled to shout my name. I ran towards her and asked whether she was okay.
She held her head and said, "I won't cook anything again in my life."
I held back my laugh looking at her pale face and asked, "Are you all right?"
It was a laughing moment when she widened her eyes and asked me where she is. I took a seat beside her, and she leaned her face on my shoulder.
"What happened back in the kitchen?" I asked looking at her.
She looked up at me and clarified, "When I opened the lid, the burnt smell almost killed me."
"And the pan looked like nothing but black," she added.
"Didn't you smell anything?" she asked as she relaxed her face on the sofa.
"Haha! I smelt something but, who would've imagined that your skills are worst than mine?" I laughed.
"Shut up! Cut it out. Now, let's go to a fancy restaurant and eat," she suggested.
"It's only 9, and we can still hope for something from the kitchen by my hands," I pointed.
I walked to the opposite of her seat and praised myself, "See, there can be only me in this world who can cook like me."
"But," I paused.
"Say it!" she said.
"You know what? I can cook better than you."
"After 30 minutes,"
"I won't cook anything again in my life!" I mimicked her.
"Oh!" she lowered her brows, "Now, I will see how you cook," she glared.
I started walking towards the kitchen and asked, "Should I keep your dish on the table for you or in the dustbin?"
"Dustbin!" she yelled.
"Please, cook for me too."
I looked behind and smiled, "You should try your dish, baby."
"What was the dish name?" I added.
"None of your business!" she said ignoring my eye contact.
"Nice name!" I laughed.
We completed our dinner successfully, and I put her dish on the table. It was funny looking at her face when she found it out on the table but, she threw that at me, and when I took a bit of taste, I found it to be eggs.
"Haha! How it feels to have a shower with my dish?" she laughed.
I ran to her and rubbed me all over her body and said, "This is how it feels."
We both entered the bedroom at the same time but, Harini undressed her upper part quickly. I saw her wearing nothing inside but a T-shirt outside, and I turned my face over; asked her to give my dress from the cupboard.
"Sorry! I was in a bit hurry!" she apologized.
"Ok-Ok! Please, give me my dress, and I'll change it in the bathroom."
She threw my dress on the floor, and with closed eyes, I tried to pick it up.
"You can dress up here, and I will not sneak on your body," she suggested.
When I looked behind to check whether she turned towards me or not, I found her naked and looking on the other side.
"Jeez! I'm sorry that I looked at your back," I apologized.
"It's okay!" she said in a low voice.
The breath of her made my heart beat fast.
I changed my clothes and said, "Harini, now you can turn!" I said.
When I looked back, I saw her staring at me laughing.
"Let's eat!"
"Okay!" she laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked lowering my brows.
She hit my head and walked out of bed and said, "Your butt is small."
"What the fuck?" I followed her and reminded the words she told me.
Suddenly, she turned around and said, "Even you saw my butt. How was that?"
"It was huge, though!" I said in a low voice.
"But,"
"Shut the fuck up and eat," she said sitting on the dining.
Next day, I shared some morning love messages with my soul, and she greeted me with a flying kiss and smile.
"Today is the day I was waiting for!" I messaged.
She replied with a question mark asking what so special.
"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I have a conference today?" I asked.
"Umm! I forgot that you told me about this after sharing this with Harini. Whatever! All the best to the future husband but, with whom are you going?" she messaged.
"Harini pleased me to take her with me."
"So?"
"So, probably I'm taking her with me but, I want you to come to see my happiness."
"Okay, Bye!" she ended the conversation with a smile emoji.
My face spread the cheeks, and I heard someone making their voice clear from the door.
"Mr. Majnu? May I come into my bedroom today?" she asked, smiling.
"Harini! Come on in."
She walked straight to her suitcase and opened it. As I was looking at her message where Prachi indicated me as a future husband, she threw something on my face.
"Harini," I called.
"What is it, baby?" she chuckled.
When I removed it, I saw her bra and underwear in my hands.
"What the fuck!" I said to myself.
While I was keeping it on the bed, she saw me.
"Why were you touching my inner wears?" she asked, glaring.
"It-It is not what you see," I stammered.
She lowered her brows and asked, "What did I see?"
"You saw my back yesterday, and today, you touched my inner wears."
"Tomorrow? You'll see my front," she assumed.
"How are your thoughts so bad about me?" I snuggled.
"See!" she pointed my right hand and said, "You are still holding my bra."
She took it away from me and started searching my pockets for her underwear.
"Don't you tell me that you put it in that place?" she gestured down with her eyes.
"Hell, No!" I screamed.
She picked up her underwear from the floor; hid on her back and walked out to the bathroom.
"I already saw her inner wear. Now, what is the reason to hide it?" I asked myself.
I sighed.
I took my suit out and went for a bath after her. While I was wearing the coat in the hall, I saw her in a beautiful outfit. She wore my favorite blue color top and jeans along with her deadly smile; she walked to me and adjusted my coat.
"You're looking like my future husband!" she blushed looking at me.
"You wore this blue top for me but, I love Prachi," I clarified.
Suddenly, her face turned normal and said, "I know!"
We left home early and picked up a taxi, and the taxi driver drove us safely. She paid the amount, and we started walking towards the entrance. The taxi driver called me for a moment.
I bent from the window and asked, "What is it, sir?"
"Is she your wife?" he asked, smiling.
"No, not at all," I clarified.
"Uh-oh! My apologies but, you seem to be the luckiest person to have a girlfriend like her."
"Raghav! Let's go," she called from the entrance.
"She is neither my..."
"Don't leave her at any cost!" he said and drove off.
Those words were striking my head so hard, and suddenly, I started feeling an empty bench in my heart and a muted environment.
"Ragh! Come on! Everyone is waiting for you!" she yelled.
I was hearing her in a low voice. When I looked at her imagining as my girlfriend, she grabbed my hand and made me walk to the entrance.
As I stepped my foot inside the auditorium, everybody started clapping. It was one of the most beautiful experiences in my life. All thanks to FACEBOOK. If I didn't meet her on FB, this book would've no ink on the pages to read. I took a seat beside my publicist, and some of them were congratulating me for my success at a very young age. Harini gave me a flying kiss, and when I looked at her face, I felt her happiness.
"Good morning to one and all!"
Everybody greeted me back.
"I'm thankful to you people for showing pure interest in my book," I thanked.
My publicist held my hand and said, "We're sorry to keep this press conference after releasing the book, and I would like to tell you the name of the book even if it is already out," he smiled.
"The book name is "Not A Normal Girlfriend"," he added.