"Babe, why are you always having maggi?"

Walking into his girlfriend's dorm, Shivaay found her slurping on the long noodles from a bowl while watching something on her laptop.

"Because the mess food is horrible?" Annika said in an obvious tone. "Argh, I can't wait to go back home and have ghar ka khaana!"

Making space for himself beside her, Shivaay sat down on Annika's single-size bed and wiped some soup from the corner of her lips.

"Why didn't you just ask me? I could have cooked for you."

"Shivaay," Annika reasoned, "You're busy with studies as it is. Last year isn't a joke and I know you must be drowning in work."

"But I'm always free to cook for you," Shivaay shrugged. "And anyway," he continued with a grin, "It'll be good practice for when we get married. I'm sure you'll make me cook for you in the middle of the night, then."

Annika gasped and hit him on the chest with her free hand. 

"What makes you think I will marry you, huh?" She asked in a challenging tone. Shivaay gaped at her.

"I know you will!" He insisted, while Annika calmly turned back to her laptop.

"Keep dreaming, love," she said. Shivaay looked offended.

"But...but you love me!" He cried, and Annika tried not to smile. It was so much fun pulling his strings like that.

"Whatever you say, babe," She replied, making him groan and fall into deep thinking. She did love him, right?

Okay so I know this one's really stupid but I was having maggi and I just...