Milan walked into the kitchen. After everything that had just happened, his mind was strangely blank. He opened the fridge, saw a few eggs, and decided on something simple—egg fried rice.
He poured oil into the pan, let it sizzle, then tossed in spices, crumbled eggs, and rice. The aroma filled the apartment instantly. The crackle of the pan and the rich fragrance hit Selene like a storm. She was embarrassed to death, wanting to dig a hole and hide, but the smell betrayed her body. The crackle of the pan and the fragrance was enough to make anyone's stomach roar—let alone Selene's.
Her stomach growled again. She clenched her fists, trying to maintain her dignity. A lion never eats grass. I must keep my pride as a woman—
Grrrrr.
The growl was louder this time. Selene's pride shattered. Forget lions. I'm human. Humans must be flexible to survive. Eyes dry but mouth watering, she made up her mind—food first, dignity later. She stood up, about to walk into the kitchen.
"Just five more minutes," Milan's voice floated out, laced with sarcasm. "Control your hunger, oh woman of dignity… lion who eats grass."
A shiver ran down her spine. She froze. He… heard my stomach growl?
Wrapped in shame, Selene sat back down, mumbling under her breath. "How can he hear me from that far? Is he some kind of pervert who keeps his eyes on m—"
"I'm not a pervert," Milan's mocking voice cut in. "If I was, I could easily do anything to a dumb girl like you. Heh. Maybe I am. Maybe I even put something in this food. Who knows? Dignified people should never eat what a pervert cooks."
Selene's face went pale. How does he keep hearing everything? F*ck this, Her lips moved silently now, afraid of even whispering.
"Bad girl," Milan called out again, his tone sharp. "How can you use a bad word like that?"
Selene's soul left her body. She died a thousand deaths from embarrassment.
Moments later, Milan walked out with two plates of steaming egg fried rice. He set them on the table. Selene couldn't even look at him, her head bowed like a criminal.
"Tha… thank you," she whispered, voice so low it was nearly inaudible.
Milan almost collapsed from the cuteness overload. Dangerous. This girl is dangerous. Still, his teasing instinct flared again.
"Maybe I really am a pervert. And dignified people shouldn't eat anything from a pervert's hands."
Why was he like this? Even Milan didn't know why his heart felt so free around her—why he couldn't stop teasing.
He sat across from her, picked up his spoon, and started eating noisily. "Slurp… mmm… wow, this is amazing. Today I really outdid myself."
That was the final straw. Selene's castle of dignity collapsed completely. She grabbed her spoon and started shoveling rice into her mouth furiously. Her cheeks puffed up, her eyes narrowed—like an angry child stuffing candy after being scolded.
Milan watched, torn between guilt and laughter. I really forgot she hadn't eaten. Am I becoming that careless? But seeing her pouty, furious little face, he couldn't help but laugh quietly.
Selene heard it. Her eyes stung. Her throat tightened, and suddenly she choked.
"Cough! Cough! Cough—aaahhh—" Her face turned pale as tears welled up.
Milan immediately handed her a glass of water. "Here. Drink."
She gulped down the water, relief washing over her—until she looked up at Milan. Her teary vision cleared. He wasn't wearing glasses, a mask, or even his cap. For the first time, she saw his face clearly.
Selene froze. She kept tilting the glass absentmindedly, forgetting to swallow. Water spilled from her lips, soaking her white T-shirt and jacket.
"Selene! Hey, Selene, are you alright?" Milan's voice snapped her out of it.
She blinked, realization crashing down. Her white T-shirt clung to her skin, her undergarments clearly visible. Her heart nearly exploded. She scrambled to cover herself with her jacket.
"You're drenched," Milan said, turning his head away, holding his forehead. "Go change. This is… uncomfortable for me. Restrain yourself." His tone was firm but teasing.
Selene stomped her foot. I was exposed. He saw me. why does he act like I'm the one seducing him ? And now he says it's uncomfortable for him? Her pride twisted. "O-okay, Sir. I will restrain myself!" She shouted with childish tantrum, then stomped off toward the bathroom.
"Straight ahead, then left," Milan called after her. Then, with a smirk: "Be careful. I heard perverts like to place cameras in the washroom."
"Arghhh!" Selene stomped even harder, her frustration echoing through the apartment.
( Because comman idiology of society and world about equality and men and women, seeing women or if she do any inappropriate things to men it's counted as rewards, if done by men counted as harrasment,
Hard for women as well, when she devoted just to stay home and fullfill her responsibilities, society think her as dead weight who have to follow every command because she is living on someone else. If she have job everyone takes her advantage in many ways as possible.
if done by men who is handsome then girl then it's flirting. So the ugly is criminal and beautiful is victim, the beautiful you're, more things you can do, without assumed as criminal.
We all have our own pros and cons, edges and corners, but when both men and women met and fulfill eachother responsibilities, try to live for themselves, different from norms of society, if wife working while husband take care of home or husband work while women take care of house, that's how they live with agreement, how they chose and you chose, don't let society norms interfere in your life and destroy it, norms meant to be destroyed, after each passing year new norms came and old met their end, history is proof do whatever that brings happiness to yourself, your partner or your family.
Having Illusion of freedom while being shackled in reality of society's norms, without realising it, you're never gonna be happy, Be yourself.
Thanks for hearing some blabbering of an unworthy person
Author - AwesSaiyad )