Mr Husband Work Hard

Kitchen Romance

Isn't our Big Boss being a bit overprotective?Sudiksha was too intimidated to say anything as she thought to herself. On the other hand, Pratiksha gently laughed - Moksh 's thoughtfulness made her heart feel warm, like the sun on a winter's day.

Pratiksha shared the outcome from Secret's meeting by handing over the amended contract to Moksh . Moksh sat on the sofa gently running his hand through Pratiksha's hair. The scene was so natural and heartwarming - like the world's most beautiful painting.

"The entertainment industry changes as often as the wind and clouds; it's common for a newcomer to take a break every day, so it's hard to predict what will happen tomorrow. Siya Rastogi must be still dreaming about giving Payal a comeback, that's why she agreed to amend the contract so easily. She must be thinking, if Payal successfully makes a comeback, she could easily step all over you again."

"That's right, that's right! I just browsed the news and did a search for Payal's name. The search results were all about the battle between her and Pratiksha. All the 'so-called modeling industry experts' have started comparing the works between the two and a few 'so-called people within the industry' have stepped out to say, since Pratiksha has been a substitute for Payal, if they were to share a stage, Pratiksha would only become a second Payal. They also said Payal is the most beautiful oriental model and that she has the capability of starting up the oriental trend..."

"If that's not enough, they are even comparing different parts of their body, saying, apart from her legs, Pratiksha has no advantage in any other aspect."

"They are spreading opinions like, Payal was born stylish, whereas Pratiksha was born dull. What a joke! Payal isn't even on the same level." Just the thought of it made Sudiksha angry.

"This is what they typically do to create hype, it's not worth getting angry over. Just let Payal enjoy it while she can," Pratiksha comforted Sudiksha.

Moksh remained silent as his obsidian-like eyes lit up with amusement and mockery. Pratiksha took a quick glance at Moksh and shook his knee as she asked, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Let her overconfidence kill her," Moksh responded simply.

Pratiksha held tightly onto Moksh 's hand. As expected, there was only one person who understood her the most and didn't require her to waste time and effort to explain - this was Moksh .

Since the statement that Siya Rastogi released was solely focused on supporting one while stepping on another and was obviously biased towards Payal, then they should give Siya Rastogi what she wanted. They planned to inflate Payal's ego and make everyone have high hopes for her. At the same time, they would make her become known as an upcoming superstar in the modeling industry so she gains the attention of current famous models. Like this, the higher Payal climbs, the harder she would fall after everyone sees her skills.

"When the time comes, we won't have to say anything or help others gain more popularity...all you have to do is show your skills and that would be your best attack."

Nancy listened to Moksh and then looked at Pratiksha. In front of Vikrant, Pratiksha was sharp like a hedgehog - no one could get close enough to take advantage of her. However, in front of Moksh , Pratiksha was a delicate little woman that needed her husband to protect her. She didn't depend on Moksh , but she would listen attentively to Moksh 's opinions. It seemed, deep down, only Moksh could make her completely submissive.

To everyone, Pratiksha was strong and firm; only in front of Moksh did she show her weaknesses - she definitely treated him differently.

This married couple...is a perfect match, Nancy thought.

Looking at the intelligent team in front of her, deep down, Nancy was already looking forward to the miracle Pratiksha would create for Secret.

As for the overconfident Payal, she was curious how Pratiksha would be able to destroy her now that Siya Rastogi had raised her ego so high.

Inside the kitchen, Moksh had already rolled up his sleeves and was busy preparing dinner. At this time, Pratiksha had just finished washing up and was wearing Moksh 's shirt as she slowly approached him from behind and gave him a hug, "aksh..."

"It's greasy and smoky in here, go wait for me outside," Moksh was focused on the fish in his hands.

"What should I do? You're so nice to me, I'm starting to get scared," Pratiksha said as she leaned in closer to Moksh 's back, "You know that when it comes to relationships, I don't have a sense of security. I'm afraid, one day, you will abandon me and run off as well..."

"Then are you going to just stand there and watch me leave? If that day really comes, the Pratiksha that is so ambitious with her career, won't she have the courage to hold on to me? I also need to be coaxed sometimes..."

Hearing Moksh 's last sentence, Pratiksha smiled cheekily as she grabbed one of his hands and forced herself between his arms. She then slowly undid the top two buttons of his shirt to faintly reveal his chest muscles, before placing her head inside his shirt. From his shirt came her eyes...

"You are really distracting me from cooking," Moksh let out a laugh.

Up to this point, Pratiksha had her back against Moksh 's chest, but after hearing his words, she suddenly turned around, her ice cold lips pressed firmly on his chest, "Are you referring to...this?"

Moksh calmly washed his fishy hands under the sink before wrapping his arms tightly around Pratiksha, "Are you planning to give me dessert before dinner?"

Pratiksha's finger drew circles inside Moksh 's shirt, "Am I sweet enough for you?"

Moksh stopped breathing as he pulled Pratiksha's finger out from his shirt. He then lifted her chin and forcefully placed his lips on hers, "I'll need to have a taste to see how sweet you are..."

Moksh loved how Pratiksha had so many different sides to her when it came to moments like this - it was so different to her usual gentleness. Sometimes she was enchanting; sometimes she was out of control; sometimes she would let herself loose. No matter how she acted, the result was the same - it always made him want her.

Their dancing tongues were mixed with ambiguous breaths - dinner had become a lot more satisfying. Moksh 's hand brushed against Pratiksha's legs.

This reminded him...it was about time to give her the other surprise he had been preparing...

By the time dinner was ready to be served, 2 hours had passed. Upon seeing the feast before her, the word surprise was not enough to describe how Sudiksha was feeling...never would she have expected, the famous CEO of Khurana , The Big Boss of the Entertainment Industry, was so thoughtful - no wonder Pratiksha was so willingly obedient towards him.

"Thank you Big Boss, for this reward!"

"Control your impulsive look of wanting to auction this food off," Pratiksha couldn't hold back her laughter as she giggled. "How did you know I was thinking that Pratiksha? I feel so lucky..." Sudiksha rubbed against Pratiksha's arm. "By the way, what were you and Big Boss doing in the kitchen for 2 hours?"

"Hurry and eat. After dinner we have something important to do," Moksh quickly changed the subject.

"What do you have planned?" Pratiksha showed interest.

"You will know when the time comes..." Moksh brushed his hand through her hair lovingly. Sudiksha and Nancy were completely envious; from their observation, no one else in this world could make Pratiksha so obedient and full of admiration.

However, the biggest surprise of the night, was yet to come...