The sight any guy would love to wake up to, okay, not speaking for everyone, but me specifically. "Um...Vicky" Thikki's tentative tone made me pause my staring at her chest and up at her flushed face.

I grin, lifting my face to hers and pecking on her lips. "Well, move now, I have to prepare breakfast" her tone is a bit stern and I submitted like the compliant guy she expects me to be.

Ah, what an astonishing view...

Thikki clutches her chest and sits on the bed while I look at her in awe, slouching beside her.

"Where is my shirt?" She grants me an almost indecisive yet a little miserable look. Coming to think about her query, I'm not sure where I had tossed that piece of unwanted attires the latter night.

You might think I'm extremely wild, but I wonder why Thikki should waste her time putting on that outfits on her body when she could walk freely without them...but strictly inside the home, and only because we are alone.

That's such an awesome idea,

Goodness, gracious!

Imagine her roaming around the home, independent of upper clothing...damn, I'm bad.

Shaking my head off that pleasing as well as the nasty thought, I begin my research of finding Thikki's undergarment and her t-shirt. I duck my head down from the bed, but the required object was not there. "It's there!" Taking in Thikki's relieved but also the 'oh fuck' accent, I divert my vision to her and then to the place where her eyes are pointing...

Upwards?

Those nonessential clothes couldn't be possibly wafting in the air, right? Nor it could be whirling in the handles of the fan, solely because I don't think a fan revolving at such speed comparable to a hummingbirds wing would exhibit the doubt in my head, that is, until I perked up and glimpsed the steady fan and the hanging of aforementioned lost clothes upon the tentacles belonging to the fan.

Why in the world is this fan has ceased rotating??

I don't remember turning it off!

Oh...

The inverter must have got overloaded working its ass off yesterday to provide us with the electricity that we needed. And that must be the reason why this breeze-establishing source became numb and immobile.

"That looks wonderful" I mutter, gazing at the lazily lying clothes in the fan's arms.

"How so?" I can interpret the deadpanned stare that is being bestowed upon me by Thikki at that very moment.

Not altering my eyes from the fan, I utter, "Can't you see it Thikki? The scene appears as If a guy is having his girl clinging to his arms," I sigh and pin my gaze to Thikki whose eyes are again settled on the spider with five arms amputated. I meant the fan. My imagination has really gotten fantastic, isn't it? Oh, the marvels love could do!

"You have gone nuts..." Thikki shoots me a sudden angry look, meanwhile, I, as always, lend her a casual shrug. "I want my shirt and the other thing back!" She yells loudly. "Wait a minute madam Ji" she squints her eyes at me.

A few minutes later, Thikki had her back turned to me as she put on her clothes. I'm not a gentleman to walk out when my dearest Thikki is half-naked. I mean, why would I miss such a pleasant opportunity when it presents itself willingly before me?

"You have got a mole there, on the center of your spine. To be more exact, below your bra locks" no response. Not even an audible sigh of frustration.

Thikki remains quiet as she dipped her hands in her shirt holes designed for the very same hands. Once the shirt, to my great, unexplainable disappointment came over shielding her body, Thikki finally twirls to look at me.

"You lack manners" I am already aware of it. "That's such a bad thing, don't you think?" I retort, a smirk displaying itself on my face. "I do, I do" and with that, she disappears from my room, leaving me alone.

Ah well...I should freshen up now. Spending a good twenty minutes showering and decking on clothes, that is, a blue t-shirt, and sandal shorts, I rush out of my room and to the staircase.

In the steep railing of the stairs, I settle and leap forward until I reach the end of it where I jump off and land perfectly unharmed in the living room. This feels good!

"Thikki...oh my dear Thikki..." I sing, swiveling it in the own tune I created as I slam my foot in the kitchen. "Hmm?" She is there, hands clutching spatula, preparing... (cooked as a thick porridge from dry-roasted semolina or coarse rice flour. Various seasonings and/or vegetables are often added during the cooking, depending on individual preferences.)

My stomach fainted at the acknowledgment. And I stumble back to the counter with a disdainful expression. I despise upma to the core of the earth!!

Dang, it! I ain't having breakfast today.

A small chuckle attains my ear and I look to my side to find Thikki with a happy smile on her face.

"You know that I hate this, don't you?!" I point to the upma which is on its way to obtaining the completely cooked state. "You should start liking it from now on Vicky" Thikki pats my shoulder suggestively.

Ew no.

"Anyways, handle the rest of this, I want to shower firstly..." Thikki thrust the spatula's tail in my hand and exits the kitchen while I groan in irritation.

Still...

My Thikki cooked this so I have no way other than to swallow this food. Minutes swept by and I arrange the dining table with the required appliances, then spot myself in one of the chairs guarding the table.

The love of nostrils, the fragrance of the rose weighs the atmosphere as my

Thikki arrives and lounges beside me.

She has worn black casual pants and a white t-shirt, her night of hair wet enough to turn me on. In fact, I'm turned on whenever she is around me.

And so...

As Thikki proceed to eat Upma, I, on the other hand, pulling her chair close to mine, proceed to eat her. Eat her in the sense, kiss her parts that weren't used to ingest a meal.

A whine rings out of her mouth when I squeeze her breasts. I had it under my power all night but still, I can't seem to satisfy my cravings for it.

"Vicky...." I peek up from her neck and accord her with an analyzing look. She actually moaned my name. My freaking god! "Have food, will you?" I open my mouth to backfire but she shakes her head, interpreting my unsaid words.

"I'm not food..." She mutters and I don't know why, I just couldn't restrain the laugh that shatters out of me.

Thikki zeroes in on me and soon smacks the back of my head, thereby putting a full stop to my snickerings.

"Eat and we will continue it later" my face glints in excitement. Just in a few days, I have got so lucky... little by little, all my fantasies that I had of Thikki are coming alive!

Numerous questions stabbed me at that moment. 'Is that all that I want? Once I have lived through all those fantasies, would I still love Thikki? Would I still need her?'

I want to love her and be with her forever but I'm not sure how it works...

Maybe like she already doubted, all you want from is her body.

Noo!!! I'm not that sort of guy!

I gaze at Thikki and immediately cease it when my eyes involuntarily skim down her neck. Oh shit! This is not good...

But come on, I haven't seen any girls in this aspect, so indeed If I'm doing this, it's because I love Thikki.

Convincing, are we?

Fuck!

Overthinking is not my thing! I love Thikki. It includes her body, her personality, her heart, and just everything.

Which is why, I'm not ever planning to open this matter another time. I just prefer to cherish this moment and go with the flow of life!

End of discussion.

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How was the chapter guys?

And though the plot is going to be as it is without any alteration, I would love to hear your suggestions. Pls don't hesitate to comment, I really loveee it❤

Plus Vicky might not be as good as you have imagined him to be, guys😃