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126 Fighting and making up

"Hey", I heard a voice from outside. I looked at the clock. He was an hour late. Normally our fights end within an hour and the make up sex would have started by now. But today I wasn't in the mood to give up. I want him to take my words seriously and jumping into the bed as soon as his head appeared in the door frame wouldn't send the right signal to him. Ignoring him would be deemed as too childish. So I gave him a look which should give him a warning to stay away or approach me with caution. But he didn't realise it or probably he doesn't even care. He wheeled towards me holding a plate.

"What is this?", I asked him.

"Fathima said you didn't eat anything and waited for me", he said with remorse.

"I wasn't hungry and I don't want any food right now", I told him with a frown.

"Well I cooked for you. So that you give me a chance to seek forgiveness for my callousness", he told me.

"Are you a good cook?", I asked doubtfully. I have never seen him wearing an apron. He made a decent coff
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