Chapter- 37 Harry Potter and Barn

We were just standing there looking towards the big iron gates. The smell of sap coming from the large palm and beak tree was soothing the air but also the smell of woodpines and chocolate was stark in my veins.

He did not come close neither did I go. And it was weird considering your best friend was the only person in the world you could say anything to. But right at this moment, I didn't know what to say to him.

To my relief he broke the silence. " Do you want to go upstairs? "

My stomach shook and jumbled, the feeling of diziness taking over me. What were we supposed to do upstairs. Were we going to sleep? Or...

No.NO.NO.

My stomach instantly turned , and the flash image of his lips on mine burned inside my head. His arms around me. Everything tossed and the wave of shiver passed through me. Even though I loved to kiss him I don't think I would be able to handle any sort of more physical intimacy. The nervousness took upon me and I didn't know I was walking away until Kiyansh's hand took hold of my hand. " Are you okay? " He frowned slightly.

The skin where his fingers touched in my arm burner like an electro magnetic field. And I could not help but feel myself turning red.

" Are you feeling cold. Let's go inside. " His frowned deepend. I wanted to tell him that it was summer. But the truth was I was feeling goosebumps but just for some other reasons.

He took hold of my hands, where my hands felt like marshmallows. And I let him take me through big lanes to the big brown block building which looked like a barn away from the usual big glass styled hotel buildings. " I didn't notice this before. " I said and looked around, it looked like an England styled barn, the turf from the front covered with Lillies, roses and even wildflowers. There were four stairs which led to the black painted wooden door. In total the barn looked like a total British home but the big window glasses which were blurred at the time just beside the door gave it some modern look.

" I knew you were tired. And I thought you would want to be somewhere peaceful. I had it made when you went to England for college" he said somewhat sadly, " and sent me pictures of barns, I thought if you would return to India and would ever want to go England again, I could always drag you here and tell you this was what you can consider your little England. "

All the breath left my body. He was not looking at me but his hand tightened on mine like a vine. It's been so many years since I went to England for college and he stayed here for business. The days are still etched into my mind. How we would skype everyday and how I would miss him when I would see something incredibly beautiful. I always thought of him when I saw something incredibly beautiful. But to think he made a barn just for me. I didn't know what to say, the words clogged my throat and I just tightened my hands on his.

He opened the door and the smell of bamboo wood and timber whistled through the air along with the smell of something sweet, something caramel and...." Chocolate. There's chocolate here!!!" I exclaimed with a childish wave. My stomach instantly grumbled with assent and I was reminded of the fact that I was famished and I just had wine since afternoon.

Kiyansh turned his head towards me, his brown wavy hair fell on his forehead and he gave me brilliant heart shaped smile, his brown eyes twinkling under the soft silver lights, and suddenly he looked like the Kiyansh in childhood who smiled all the time. The Kiyansh which charmed everyone around him. But his smile, his real smile were always reserved for some only. My chest tightened with the realisation he always gave me his real smiles or otherwise he didn't smile at all, showing me that he didn't want to smile, didn't felt like smiling, which was everything for him, showing even an ounce of vulnerability was a lot for him.

" I thought you would be hungry, and I was right. " He said still smiling looking like a Joseph Beuys painting.

" I am always hungry for chocolate " I said turning to look towards the whole barn. The living room was pleasantly made of lightwood and darkwood, the space was very large. And a grate for firewood was just installed on the corner wall. A big television with large speakers was installed on the opposite wall from the door. A big large brown couch opposite it. The best part was several pendant lights were hanging from the ceiling giving the place a luminescent glow. The open kitchen was just on the left with wooden cabinets with a large granite countertop above which large tube-like flourescent pendant lamps were hanging giving the place a beautiful halo. In total the barn was extravagantly beautiful, most beautiful than the barns I have ever seen.

" Let's settle you down then. What would you like chocolate pancakes? With ice-cream? " His eyes lite up like Christmas lights and my insides turned into gooey candies.

" You are going to cook? "

" Who else is? " He asked as if I was asking the most ridiculous question in the world.

" But you must be tired. You don't have to, we can order something. "

He rolled his eyes and came near me. My breath stopped when he hosteled me up from the floor in his arms. The buzz zoomed up in my body, bringing the wave of electric current back, was I going mad suddenly turning into electro magnetic field?

Then to my relief and disappointment he dropped me in a large wooden chair just beside the countertop. " Now you just sit and watch. Your pancakes would be in front of you in minutes. " He winked and went towards the cabinet taking ingredients out with concentration. A smile came on my face, he always does things with concentration or he didn't do it at all. I saw him pouring out the ingredients one by one in a big bowl. His long fingers gleamed under the lights when he sprinkled choco chips in the bowl.

He artistically flipped the pancakes on the pan and then handed me the white porcelain plate with dropping chocolate sauce and vanilla ice cream on the top. I grinned up at him. Taking out extra ice-cream and holding the fork towards him. " In case it got burned" I said sarcastically.

He smiled and opened his mouth. My eyes fell upon his pink lips but I shook myself when I saw him watching me. He took the bite and nodded as if he rated his own cooking as the best in the world. I smirked up at his arrogant nod. And took a bite myself.

I groaned and closed my eyes when the chocolate and Ben and Jerry's ice cream melted in my mouth. I chewed the pancake slowly savouring the taste of butter. But when my eyes opened my mouth stopped working. He was standing still his eyes were fixed on me. His eyes. His eyes. A shiver passed through me.

" Eat. " He said his voice rough as if he was in pain.

I blushed and looked down. Not meeting his eyes and chewing and eating much more fast then I should. I passed the plate to him. But he gave me the plate back. " It's for you. " He said.

I pestered myself and looked up " I know you're hungry too. "

At that, his eyes flashed again and I instantly regreted looking up. " I..I can share. " I managed.

I heared him snicker. " You never shared your pancakes with me before. So is it because you're my wife that you will now, I should have married you earlier then. "

Wife. The word ran around my veins, setting up a storm inside me.

I gulped " As if, it's just for today. " I said praying my voice to not waver in the slightest.

" You broke my heart. " He said sarcastically, taking a bite from the plate. " Wanna watch Harry Potter? "

I instantly looked up and saw him looking at me. His expression soft and understanding and in that moment I loved him the most.

He knew I was nervous. He always knew. When we were kids we always used to watch Harry Potter when we couldn't sleep or if we had an important event next day. It was some sort of unspeakable secret between us. The day is still etched into mind when this tradition started, every moment palpably clear. His scared eyes. His tears. It was scary when the most strong person in the world cried in front of you, for you. I still remember him thrashing in bed, as if my nightmares were his. And the feeling of searing pain going through me realising how much pain he felt because of me. And how we curled up together just two scared twelve years old who refused to let anyone else in the bedroom and watched Harry Potter for the whole night to fight the nightmares together.

" Yes. " I whispered. And I saw him taking a deep breath. Instantly the nervousness was viped away with a beautiful arrogant smile. And he said, " But I am still better than Daniel Radcliffe. "