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Zahir is cute when he cooks and I have mentioned it before. When he cooks, he stains his face and jaw and he is not aware of it. He struggles with his hair that falls over his eyebrows but can't do it.

I raise my arm and help him, pushing away his dark strands.

He gives me a lovely smile. “Thank you.”

I just shake my head, going back to my work. In movies that Parul used to watch and drag me along, I found the male lead doing such things — tugging back the female lead's hair behind her ear — but it was me who was doing such things.

Zahir was giving me lovely smiles which tickled my heart every time.

It took us time because I had to give him instructions but he was doing well.

“Is it done?” He murmurs to himself, raising his arm to take off the lid of the breaker.

I shot him a glance, wondering what he was talking about, and soon he jerked back, growling.

I rush to him, gripping his hand instantly which he keeps jerking. He just hurt himself because the lid was