76. The One Where We Banter

"Alina, stop crying." Sniffing, I ignored Kabir's pleading and paid attention to the work at the task. "I hate when you cry." He placed his thumb on my cheeks but I shrugged it off. "I hate this. I'm sorry. I won't say such stuff again."

"Shut up. It's hurting me." I pressed the back of my hand to my eyes to stop the tears and burning at the back of my eyes. "I hate you."

"But baby, you should've listened to me." He took the knife from my hands. "Stop crying, please. I promise I won't say your cooking sucks. I was teasing you."

Pushing the onions far away from my sight, I glared at him. "Because of this, I'm making the dish again. Stupid." I slapped his hands. "I hate you. I threw all of it in the dustbin."

His lips quirked up in a smile. "Blame the onions. Who told you to cut them?" He started cutting them and soon, his eyes were red and he was sniffing. "I hate onions."

Giggling at his attempts, I moved around the kitchen to get him a napkin and clean his eyes.

"Explain me again why