The apartment smelled of fresh herbs, sizzling butter, and the tang of citrus. Karan moved around the kitchen with a focused, almost artistic precision, plating a new dish with delicate care. Today was special—not for an occasion, not for an audience—but for Arthit.
Arthit lounged in the living room, impeccably dressed as always, eyes glinting with calm authority. His business papers lay forgotten on the table; nothing mattered more than the soft hum of Karan in the kitchen, the clinking of utensils, the quiet energy of someone completely in love.
"You know," Arthit said, leaning back with his hands behind his head, "I could get used to this… you turning the kitchen into a personal show just for me."
Karan grinned, brushing a smear of sauce from his fingers. "Maybe I will," he teased. "Cooking for you is… fun. And don't forget—this is how I fully show my love."
Arthit's lips curved into a slow, approving smile. "And I appreciate it… more than you know." He watched Karan plate the final dish—a delicate fusion of Thai and Italian flavors—and felt the familiar tug of affection in his chest.
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Online Show, Private Audience
Later, Karan set up his camera for a quick live stream. The "Cooking with Karan" show had been growing steadily, but today, the broadcast was special. Hidden from public view, he whispered instructions into the camera lens, mostly for Arthit's amusement.
"Today, we're making something a little… daring," Karan said, holding up a tray of marinated scallops. "And you, my love, will be my taste tester—honestly, the only one who matters right now."
Arthit appeared in the doorway, watching Karan theatrically stir sauces, sprinkle garnishes, and offer charming commentary. Even though he was a mafia boss with a reputation that could make men tremble, right now he was just a man in love, grinning at the sight of someone who cared so much for him.
"You make it sound… scandalous," Arthit teased, stepping closer. "But I trust you."
"You'd better," Karan replied with mock sternness, letting Arthit taste a carefully crafted sauce. "This is a love potion disguised as béchamel."
Arthit laughed softly, taking the bite. "Mmh… delicious. And dangerous."
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Life Together, Separate Yet United
Days passed in a comforting rhythm. Karan spent hours experimenting in the kitchen, sending subtle photos and videos to Arthit when he was out handling business. Arthit, in turn, handled his empire with precision, but always made sure to carve out time for the evenings—dinners cooked by Karan, quiet walks through the city, or stolen kisses in the kitchen.
Living separately had its own charm. Karan's home was the heart of their romance, the place where his culinary creations became love letters. Arthit's apartment was a command center, a place of power and strategy. But the threads of their lives intertwined constantly, creating a perfect balance between tenderness and dominance, love and responsibility.
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The Shadow of Mr. Sakda
Far away, hidden in the dark corners of his mansion, Mr. Sakda observed them through carefully placed cameras and informants. His face remained composed, but his mind churned with schemes. "So… they think they are safe," he murmured, tapping a finger against his lips. "But no love lasts forever, not without a price."
He studied Arthit's empire, Karan's culinary success, and the subtle, inseparable bond between them. Every detail was logged, every weakness noted. "Patience," he whispered. "One day… everything they cherish will be in my hands."
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Anant's Vigil
Meanwhile, Anant kept a careful watch over both Karan and Arthit, blending into the background while staying alert. He trusted Arthit's instincts, respected Karan's passion, and yet knew the danger lurking around them—especially from Mr. Sakda's cunning.
"I don't like leaving them alone for too long," Anant said quietly, speaking to no one but the night. "But I trust they can handle life together… mostly. Still, I'll make sure nothing threatens them, no matter what."
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Evening Together
As night fell, Karan's kitchen smelled of roasted herbs and fresh bread. Arthit returned from a late meeting, tired but glowing in a way only Karan could evoke. Karan pulled him into a soft embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.
"You're home," Karan murmured, resting his forehead against Arthit's chest.
"Always," Arthit replied. "And you… are mine, as always."
They moved to the couch, sharing stories, teasing each other, and tasting new recipes. Outside, the city throbbed with life and danger—but inside, in their little world, there was only love, laughter, and the quiet certainty that they were inseparable.
Yet, as shadows moved in the distance and Mr. Sakda's gaze lingered, a silent tension lingered in the air. Happiness was theirs… but the world outside would always test it.
And together, Karan and Arthit were ready.
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End of Chapter 41