Love Equals To Domination

December was taking its first steps, soaking the roads and dressing society heavily in its style, causing roughness and blush to the skin. It decorated the glass windows and glass doors with dreamy fog, and once again popularized hot steaming food.The twelfth month had turned the moon brighter and colder, which shone every night in its different clothes.As usual, the moon was hanging in the sky, sprinkling silver through the glass window of the kitchen, upon the bubbling tomato curry on the stove that perfumed the wooden furnished, simply artistic, and minimalist apartment with a scrumptious and spicy aroma. Boiled potatoes chopped into bite-size pieces steamed on the chopping board with a bowl of boiled chickpeas beside it.In the living room, where the bubbling of the curry could not reach ears, an Indian chef in a cooking show, stirring the pot, advised adding chopped coriander leaves to the freshly cooked chickpea curry.A bundle of cookbooks on Indian cuisine delivered thirty minutes ago, sat upon the Kotatsu, adjacent to the bowl full of fresh oranges, bought the same day.Riku, a young man of twenty-three, sitting under the warmth of the Kotatsu, right before the television, could not pay much attention to the advice of the chef, for his black eyes were focused on the orange, his thick fingers carefully peeling it.He unthreaded the orange from the whites, wiped his hands onto his pink apron, which made him look even bigger, and with his experienced fingers brushed his black silk,y and tired hair away from his eyes, allowing his keen vision to decorate the orange on the dish in the shape of a flower.Riku had transferred from Japan to India, to learn about the cuisine and art form of India. From his merciless to neck-cracking height, broad shoulders, thin waist, sharp eyes, and sharper jawline, he seemed a thug. However, he was unlike his stone physic and was a mismatch with his sharp features.He spoke gently, smiled often, both with his eyes and his teeth, and cooked with passion. He was a warm friend and a caring boyfriend. These qualities had popularized him during college and kept him away from loneliness. These same qualities also intrigued Ziya.Ziya, a woman of 25 years old, was born and raised in the lands of India and was as gorgeous as any man's dream, an outstanding literature student during college. She spoke like her slender figure, had trust in herself taller than her height, smiled like her gorgeous brown eyes, and moved like her black layered and long strands.She had not many, but a few friends, dear and aid to her in times of need, and also a declaration of her distaste for socializing.She was sitting behind him under a warm blanket, on the warm setting they had created, the size of a large bed, and just a few inches from the ground.Upon Riku's orange offering, she expressed politely, denied without looking at the warm expression on Riku's face, and went back to writing on her laptop, with soft music playing in her ears through the heavy headphones.Riku's arm remained still for a second before he rolled it back and placed the dish on the table, staring through the pieces of the orange as if he were trying to understand the formation of the color orange.He inhaled sharply and exhaled with the same strength, then stood tall and went into the kitchen to finish cooking the chickpea curry.He had been learning how to cook the curry for a while now, never putting it into the pan. That day was the first he had ever served her, something unusual to his taste.At the dinner table, he eagerly questioned the taste of the curry, and she simply answered that it tasted good. He felt happy at the accomplishment and wished to know if she would like to eat something else as he had gotten magazines on Indian cooking. But she suggested he cooked whatever he wished.It had been happening for a while now. She had stopped demanding him to cook for her. She said she's happy with anything he cooks.She repeated herself when he asked once again, washing dishes with her, her hands an inch away from him, but his eyes glued on her.His body was finicky throughout the whole time, his skin was sizzling with tender sensation, a reaction he always showcased before she caressed his body in her arms while washing dishes, soiling the counter with water everywhere.She'd seize him from behind and kiss his neck tenderly, making him giggle and soil himself like a little girl. The occurrence was as usual as the moon.But maybe the moon had not risen that night, for she wiped her hands with the kitchen towel, done with washing, and left him staring at her before disappearing into the bedroom.Those same dense eyes kept staring at her when he was cuddled up in her arms under the darkness of the night until she unwrapped her arms from his curled-up body and turned her back on his face.No reaction seized his features. He just kept staring until his eyes took him to the day they had shifted to that apartment after a decision to live together.He was reminded of that night when she fondled him until it was morning, how she fondled him each day before that day, and also three months after that night.He reminisced about the moment when she was unboxing her books to place them accordingly in the new apartment and suggested that she'd do his unpacking as well if he cooked her something spicy.She always used to demand spicy food, the polar opposite of him, and had never eaten more than two spoonfuls of something sweet until she had met him.He was reminiscing about the time when she would bring him all kinds of sweets each time she'd go out with her friends each Saturday.Would she bring something today? He wondered like usual of his routine each Saturday evening, disposing of the dried-up orange he had peeled yesterday for her, while she was going through many handbags of different colors to carry for the night.It was the day when she would meet her two friends, Rahul and Amara. These two were the only ones that could help her solve the questions and difficulties of her mind, for no one ever understood or fathomed to perceive her to ever be in trouble.After being confused between the bag of an orange color and black, she came to choose the darker shade and suggested Riku sleep early, alarming him about the dirty patch on his pink apron.That day she returned home, late at night, at 12 o'clock, when everything was quiet and dark inside the apartment. Only the dim light of a lamp near the Kotatsu was beaming. He had forgotten to turn it off.She noticed the lamp and proceeded to turn it off, when her ears picked up muffling noises, coming from the bedroom, right beside the kitchen.Bewildered, she stood quietly outside the bedroom, breathing silently, and pressed her ear to the door, to hear clearly. She heard Riku choking back on tears. Upon hearing his trembling noises of tears, her fist tightened up around the string of the bag, her toes curled up inside her shoes, and her breaths halted for a second.For a while she just stood there, just listening to her lover cry inside the bedroom. She kept standing as if in a trance even after he stopped crying and turned off the light.She slept under the Kotatsu that day, wearing the same clothes, and when she woke up, she found him cooking in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.Her clothes had wrinkled up, and her hair was a mess, but at least she had not been cold the whole night. When he noticed her standing beside the kitchen counter, he quickly began combing her hair with his fingers, caring and loving as always, while she quietly kept staring at his swollen and red eyes."Why did you sleep here?" He questioned, caressing her face as if he was putting it back into the perfect shape it finessed and then offered warm water to drink.That day she kept hazily staring at him at any chance she got but did not say anything much. In fact, she talked less than the other days, for her attention was on the redness of his eyes.She tried warming and wiping the redness off of his eyes with her thumbs when he was leaving to meet his friends, but she could not succeed and had to watch him leave with that redness.END OF THE CHAPTER 1.Early Access on:Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/SugarushBoosty: https://boosty.to/queenbeewrites