Chota Bheem
Aditi
Aditi had always knownthat going to the gym had benefits, both on a person’s physical and mental health. It was one of the reasons she’d often dragged herself to exercise at either the local women’s club or, if she was being lazy, the rooftop gym in Rian’s building.
The facility was well equipped, but lacked on-site trainers. However, when the benefits included being able to ogle a sweaty Rian Shetty deep in the midst of his own workout routine, she wasn’t sure she could find a single reason to berate the quality of this gym centre anymore.
This had to qualify as some kind of live porn, she decided.
Rian could sell pictures of just his biceps curving or his quads tightening, and he’d easily be able to fund another three restaurants in this city. He could market GIFs of that sweat trickling down his neck, slowly dripping past his clavicle and teasing its way down his uncovered chest, and it would cause the internet to crash.
On second thought, he probably shouldn’t.
Women's ovaries might spontaneously combust at the image of his glistening abs and those sexy hip bones dipping into his workout shorts. Said shorts slid just a little lower when he performed another pull up, revealing the top curve of his rounded ass as he made it to the highest bar.
Call her Felicity because holy Smoaks, the man was on a salmon ladder!
Aditi let out an audible whimper.
“What the. . .what are you doing here?” he questioned, surprised by her presence. He jumped down from a height, his muscles flexing with each movement, the power in them no longer hidden by the barrier of clothes.
Her entire body tightened, feeling very much like a peeping tom for enjoying this so much. “Gym. Working out.” Was she drooling? She patted around the edges of her mouth, just to be certain.
“I didn’t realise anyone else was using the facility this early.”
“Just you and me. I couldn’t sleep. I’m not used to being home alone.”
"Alone?" Rian asked, surprised.
"Nanamma stayed back in Velas yesterday for some community event. She'll be back in the afternoon, in time for the Diwali party tonight."
Rian nodded in understanding. He’d himself only come back a few hours ago, so to learn that he had alone time with Aditi before his grandmother returned was the best news he could hope for.
“You’re back,” he heard her say.
He smiled. “Yeah. I’m back.”
She blinked. “You’re naked.”
“Yeah, I’m. . .what?” He glanced down at his uncovered chest and rolled his eyes. Snagging the towel he’d hung on a seat nearby, he wiped his face.
Aditi could swear she felt her uterusclench.
The tattoo, the veins, the damp hair, the light eyes, the barely-there smattering of chest hair on tan skin that only made him look more masculine—he was a walking blueprint of things that turned her on, encompassed in one breathtaking form. It was no wonder he triggered something in her brain that was borderline primitive & deeply sexual. She was afraid she’d go feral on him one day and he’d be scarred for life.
“How do you look like this?” Aditi asked, somehow sounding like she was in shock.
Rian tilted his head, staring at her in confusion.
“Chefs are supposed to be fat and jolly,” she continued, looking like she couldn’t wrap her head around something very important.
“I think you’re mistaking chefs for Santa Claus,” he said, slinging the towel around his neck.
If Santa looked like him, no wonder he got all the ho ho hos,the impish voice in her head cackled.The terrible pun didn’t even phase her, too occupied with drinking in every detail of him. Like she’d been parched from walking in the desert and he was her oasis.
He turned and the sight of his back muscles contracting as he set the weight bar back on the lowest rung had her feeling lightheaded.
“You work with food all day long but look like you came from Asgard.”