"They got it," Shubman said as soon as his best friend entered the living room. "Freshly baked and iced."

"Robin is sulky that you ask Jay for most things these days," Ishan looked at the cake placed in the middle of the coffee table.

The younger one paid no mind to that and just pointed to the cake bag beside. "The one you asked for."

Ishan peeked in and nodded before settling on the couch across.

"Why did you ask for a cake, by the way?" Shubman asked while making sure once again that the cake was perfect.

"Have I lost the right to eat cake now?" He asked back and then noticed something. "Shubi, what's that on your neck?"

"What?" The younger one mumbled and stared back at Ishan.

The staring went on for a few seconds until he looked away. "No, I don't need to know what that is."

Shubman raised a hand up, touching the side of his neck. His shirt must've not covered that one.

"Nice piercings, Ishu," he glanced at his best friend after making sure the cake was perfect.

"What can I say," Ishan sighed. "The person who got them has great taste."

"Narcissistic much," Shubman replied before he got up from the couch.

"Heard someone talk about me," his sister announced her arrival even before she stepped into the living room.

"We were talking about someone who has great taste," he turned to look at her. "Which is obviously not you."

"I do have a great taste, lil' brother," she appeared sleep deprived, keeping in mind that she didn't return home until just before sunrise. "Even you got it from me."

"Please," Shubman muttered with a roll of his eyes. "Did you eat the semifreddo?"

Shahneel nodded as a yes, literally crashing on the couch in front of Ishan.

The cook had informed her when she entered the house. Her brother brought her a dessert from the restaurant the previous night.

She didn't sleep until she did justice to the semifreddo by eating it completely.

"We're leaving in an hour," Ishan informed.

Shubman nodded, walking away with the cake in his hand, saying that he'll be on the dot.

You were out of the shower and ready, packing your sketches in your bag, looking around to see if you left anything out when he walked in.

The morning hours are often dedicated to working on client projects. Plus, brainstorming sessions with Shahneel and the creative team.

"Baby, when're you leaving for the meeting?" You asked without looking, having heard the door. "I don't think I'll be home for lunch."

"In an hour, sweetie," Shubman answered as he moved silently towards you.

"Where's the meeting?" You asked again while staring across the room.

"At the headquarters," he picked your laptop up from the couch before finally standing behind you.

"Did you see my-" You turned around and paused your words, getting your laptop from him. "There it is."

And then you noticed the cake held in his other hand, making you drop everything and focus on it instead.

"Happy Valentine's day again," Shubman leaned forward, pecking your lips.

"Truffle?" You looked at the cake with ravenous eyes. Breakfast was forgotten.

Not really though. Because, your best guess, this cake was not egg-free, and eggs are a staple breakfast in most places.

"Truffle," he confirmed before making you sit on the bed along with him.

"I love you," you kissed his cheek, prompting him to grin like a Cheshire cat as he handed you the knife, placing the cake on the mattress.

"I love you more," Shubman mumbled, burying his face in your hair.

You didn't exactly know how your scent had the power to control his mind. Like a person hooked on drugs.

He understood addiction now.

You sliced a piece of cake with him, letting him take a bit and feed you first.

His lips found yours again, soft and just as sweet as the tempting pastry.

"Thank you," you mumbled, back against his chest and lips against his.

"Happily at your service," Shubman kissed your cheek before you returned the favor.

He bit your finger playfully as you fed him, and went on to taste the rest of the truffle the same way.

Holding your wrist, the warmth of his tongue wrapped around your fingers, saving your time and the work of a tissue.

It was deeper and more intense, with a creamy, melt-in-his-mouth texture.

The cake tasted as good as it looked.

Shubman let go of your wrist, letting it rest on your lap again.

"Tastes good," his voice said near your ear, raising goosebumps on your skin. "Truffle," he added.

You both knew it was definitely not the truffle.

"Has cake ever not tasted good," you replied as his chin rested on your shoulder.

You brought the knife near your mouth, eating the chocolate off of it before you both started to dig in.

And when Shubman says 'I love you more,' he doesn't mean he loves you more than you love him.

He loves you more than his life. He loves you like the stars love the night, like energy that cannot be destroyed. He loves you the most.

"Shubi," you called after eating another piece of the cake.

He hummed in response, head still on your shoulder, eyes closed as he rocked you from side to side.

"I was watching John Wick last week," you started. "With Shahneel."

You were done with half of the cake now, and decided that you didn't want to risk blood sugar crashes.

"So I was wondering if I could take a look at the gun you have," you felt him stop with slight rocking. "-and learn how to use it."

"Don't you wanna try a pencil or book first? Maybe even a horse," Shubman mumbled, eyes still closed. "If it's John Wick."

"I just feel like it'd be handy sometime," you were being gently swayed to the side again, meaning he was close to agreeing. "And you aren't very subtle in hiding the guns either."

Anytime you look inside the nightstand beside his side of the bed, which at times is yours too, you find a gun and stacks of money.

That doesn't even measure up to the ones not-so-hidden under his shirts in the closet.

"Also, I'm taking the cufflinks back if I don't get to meet your pet scorpion," you added. You'd given him his gift as soon as you woke up.

Shubman's eyes opened, moving his head so that he could look at you, mumbling with a smile. "Anything you want, honey."

A/n

I feel like I'm losing the flow. I just couldn't feel anything much about the last few chapters. And hoping that the way I planned the next ones will work out well. Above all, thank you for all the support ❣