CHAPTER 24
Shehnaaz's POV
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Came Sidharth's voice from the bathroom. Pretending to be worried and concerned I ran to him.
Guess what? His body was covered with green coloured paint. He was in the white towel, which is now green too, and somehow he managed to save his face from the paint.
The paint dripping from his well built muscles and abs, is just so hot!
No, it's not.
Argue with the wall, bitch.
Damn! He is looking so funny.
Don't laugh.
Don't laugh.
Don't laugh.
"You look like Hulk for real." And I started laughing like some maniac.
"This is funny for you?" His nostrils flared in anger.
"Let me take a picture." I laughed more and started to take his pictures while he was glaring at me furiously.
"This is not a fucking joke! I've to attend a meeting in sometime." He yelled at me, which made me flinch in fear. But I made sure to not let him know that.
"Relax. It's just a prank." I rolled my eyes.
"JUST A PRANK!?" He took a step towards me.
"Yes, and you're getting mad over it. Grow up kiddo." I mocked.
"Kiddo?"
"Yes kiddo!"
"If I'm kiddo, then what are you?" He took another step towards me, making me step back.
"Mommy!" I flipped my hair dramatically. Here I'm referring mommy as someone who is superior and kind of queen vibes it gives. Not the one you are thinking...
"Oh yeah?" He caged me against the wall, with his arms on either side on my head.
"Ye- yeah." Why the fuck am I stuttering?
Because you're nervous.
And why am I nervous?
I don't know.
"Then let me drink your milk mommy." Came his husky voice.
DID HE JUST SAID, WHAT I HEARD?
Erm, yes....
My eyes widened in amusement.
Before I could realise what was going on, I found his hand slowly sliding from my bare stomach, to the end of my blouse.
"Wh- what are you doing?" I gulped, as his sensual long fingers caressed my skin.
"Nothing." Was his slow reply, while his eyes were focused on my cleavage.
His fingers were just moving below my breasts, making me anxious for his touch. He was touching me everywhere, but there.
"Go away." I whispered, although I wanted him to grab me and squeeze me.
Fuck, I'm such a pervert.
"You sure?" He teased while his thumb lightly touched my nipples over my blouse.
"Y- yes."
No.
"Don't lie, my love. I bet you're dripping wet down there right now." I glared at him because he was not wrong.
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Fanfiction"Why?" I asked. He didn't answer me, his eyes were calm and cold. "You cannot just take anybody's life!" I yelled at him. He took a step towards me, putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks. "I can." He snapped. "But why? It's not like you...
