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Pallavi woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. She slid out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Manish was in the kitchen making breakfast. Pallavi stood a few steps away from the kitchen door, careful not to be spotted staring at Manish. She watched him as he made pancakes. Placing the cooked pancakes in the plate and then pouring the batter on the pan; she watched as he flipped the pancake and waited.
She was so engrossed staring at him, at the muscles of his bare back that she almost jumped out of her skin when Manish turned around.
“Good Morning” Manish said and smiled, aware that Pallavi was staring at his bare chest. He placed the plates on the dining table and put on his shirt, leaving the buttons open.
“I was planning on breakfast in bed. Hope you are hungry” Manish said and took his seat at the dining table. He waited for Pallavi to join him at the dining table but Pallavi did not move. Suddenly, she was conscious of the fact that she was wearing clothes that did not fit her properly and that she was not wearing a bra beneath the satin night-suit.
“I need to brush my teeth” Pallavi said and excused herself.
Back in the bedroom, she quickly changed into her own clothes and then brushed her teeth using her finger since she did not have a brush. Using Manish’s toothbrush somehow felt too intimate.
She could not stop herself from thinking about the perfect way in which the day had started. In her teens, she had always dreamt about this kind of set up. Waking up in a cosy bed, smelling breakfast and watching her husband as he worked in the kitchen. In her fantasy, she always kissed her husband who then picked her up in his arms and took her to the bedroom where they made love. The thought of it filled her heart with joy. And, just like that the jealousy for Mansi was back. She could have had the opportunity of making her dream come true; had it not been for Mansi, had Manish not set his eyes on Mansi before stepping into her life. Maybe then she could have had a chance at a normal life.