In the blink of an eye, a week was over. Everyday played out similarly.

Though there'd be a few days Shubman couldn't make breakfast for you, he'd always make sure he ate with you.

You didn't realize for the first two days that the café was long forgotten. Because everyday was spent with Shahneel as you both made design sketches.

Most recently, you've been working on a prototype with her in her store.

Ishan would join for lunch and you knew he was really a pocket dynamo. Whenever he was around, there was abundant humor.

Like the time he told you how he got his ears pierced when he was in sixth grade.

For an excuse, he wrote a letter to the school by himself, claiming that it was the last wish of his grandfather who was still very much alive.

Shubman would stay with you for at least an hour after lunch, listening to you tell him how your day from the morning went.

Until Shahneel would take you away for your discussions relating to the orange app.

And you call her by her name. The habit just kinda stuck out of nowhere.

Then you'll be back to recommencing your work with her again. That's what you considered doing all the time now.

It didn't feel like you were working at all. Because when you choose a job you love, you'll never have to work a day in your life.

Of course, you always got morning and good night kisses with Shubman telling you each time about how much he loves you. Like now.

"Shut up," you mumbled, turning away as he said that.

"Why? It's true," he wrapped his arms around you from behind, trapping you between him and the kitchen island. "I love you to Neptune and back would still be an understatement."

"It's overstated," you said and swore you were having an electric shock when he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You held his arms that were around your waist, able to feel all his facial features. He was really Aphroditus.

Because Shubman's blazer was off, you could definitely feel his firm chest pressed against your back.

Goosebumps raised on your skin as he buried his face deeper, his lips unmistakably on your neck.

His head was bent down further, so much that you could feel his breath, hot against your throat.

The salt shaker looks really interesting.

Featherlike kisses trailed up the side of your neck and your eyes closed, not really knowing how you were supposed to respond because it felt like you were ice cream and you were melting.

But your ears weren't closed and you heard footsteps traveling towards the kitchen.

Impulsively, you unwrapped Shubman's arms around you and pushed yourself away from him.

"Y/n, Ishan brought some-" Shahneel stopped on her words, finding something a little off as you both stared at her. "-chocolates," she finished.

"What?" He asked as she squinted her eyes.

"For Y/n," his sister answered as she walked forward with a bar of chocolate she just unwrapped.

Still eyeing him suspiciously, she held the chocolate closer to your mouth and you took a bite.

Only then did Shubman notice the wrapper. "That's Bounty."

You stopped chewing once you felt the taste too. Bounty. That means it's coconuts.

"Oh gawd," you mumbled with the chocolate still in your mouth. You hated coconuts.

It's okay. Let's try. You tried not to let it take hold of you but the taste affected you too much.

You covered your mouth as a reflex when you gagged the first time, rushing to the sink where you threw up.

Not just the chocolate. Everything you ate in the morning and afternoon.

Shubman was quick to react, following you behind and holding your hair back, similar to the first time you threw up in front of him.

You felt your stomach muscles squeeze together, propelling up the contents in it.

Hunched over the sink long after you were done, you tried to catch your breath as he helped you wash your face and mouth.

When you stood up straight again, you felt dizzy, almost swaying off your feet before Shubman caught you in his arms.

Shahneel had a confused look on her face but she was careful to hold you up too.

Your head lolled over his shoulder, growing lightheaded and missing the way his worried eyes watched you over.

Faintly, you could hear him telling his sister to call the doctor before your heavy eyelids shut completely.

-

"Is she allergic to anything?" You heard an unfamiliar voice. "There also seems to be a reaction from her skin."

"No," that was Shubman's voice. "She's not allergic to anything."

Your eyes opened slowly, a hand reaching out to him as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you.

He noticed you were awake, relief flooding over him as his fingers interlaced with yours.

"Eating too much coconut can evoke allergic reactions in some people," the doctor said, as you recognized from his white coat. "In this case, throwing up could've been plausible because Ms. Y/n didn't like the certain smell or taste."

He packed his medical bag while continuing.

"Vomiting is harmless and it is common to pass out after. You can call it vasovagal syncope. It's due to the sudden drop in heart rate and blood pressure, in reaction to a stressful trigger. There is no serious illness though I recommend plenty of fluids since vomiting results in dehydration."

Then the doctor left, given a gesture of dismissal from Shubman, who by the way, now had his forearm resting beside your head.

He caressed your hair, eyes of disquiet on you before he kissed your forehead.

"You hate coconuts," he mumbled and you nodded.

"That is why."