
Hey y'all. I'm Tiana, daughter of James and Eudora Franklin. I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana. I've always been inspired by my father to not only open my own restaurant, but to work hard in order to reach any dream I wish. My mother is always a constant reminder that being surrounded by people you love is something everyone needs.
Independent || Naveen || Character Development
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“Good guess.” He rumbled, eyeing the uncooked confectionery in her arms. Would it be worth revealing himself (because clearly this was the most clever facade and there was no way Tiana has any idea as too his true identity) and the probable slap on the wrists? Naveen shrugged internally, Why not? You only get one chance to live, and took his hands away from Tiana’s eyes.
“Surprise, it was me all along.” He smiled as one hand fell to her neck, and the other dipped into the batter. He made a pleased sound, bringing it to his lips and licking his finger clean before kissing Tiana’s neck.
In mock surprise, Tiana gasped as Naveen ‘revealed’ himself. “That is a surprise. I had absolutely no idea it’d be you of all people.” She smirked to herself as he continued to hold her.
She tsked and rolled her eyes but the smile remained on her lips as she caught her husband in the act of swiping some of the batter from her bowl. Although he didn’t pull a move like that often, it didn’t surprise her whenever he did. She just continued mixing the ingredients as if nothing had happened. His kiss tickled her neck for the brief moment his lips made contact.
“You should really wait till it’s actually finished, you know,” she said, turning her head to kiss his temple. After setting the large bowl on the counter in front of her, she emptied the other bowl of flour-covered grapes and raisins and folded them into the batter.

Tiana had been experimenting in her home kitchen since in was her day off—although experimenting with a new recipe kind of defeated the whole purpose of having a day off. She had set aside the floured fruits before whisking the batter.
Not expecting her vision to be blocked, she jumped slightly but kept her hold on the bowl. It would’ve been a waste if it ended up on the floor. She flinched slightly as she felt his breath on her ear but a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips once she heard his voice albeit a bit deeper.
“Well, you’re definitely not Louis,” she answered playfully.