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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,
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She seductively asks him, “Tumhe acche lage? Tumhe dekhna hai?” Shivank lost in her eyes, tightened his hold on her hips, pulling her closer he shakes his head in yes.
Vaani blushed and asked, “Ohh sirf dekhna hi hai?” She acted sad, and Shivank shook his head no. Vaani wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his face and chest seductively. “Phir kya karna hai? Sirf touch ya kuch aur?”
Shivank snapped back to his senses and got nervous. “Nahi! Haan! Matla... wo... actually haan! Haan yaad aaya pizza thanda ho raha hoga.” He put her down and ran inside the kitchen, getting his senses back to normal.
Vaani chuckled devilishly and murmured under her breath, “Bada aaya mujhe satane wala…”
Shivank came back with the pizza on the plate and awkwardly smiled at her while Vaani grinned and clapped her hands. “Yeh toh mera favourite wala pizza hai!” Yeh excitedly spoke, trying to take it.
Bur Shivank moves back, not giving it to her. She pouted, pulling her lower lip out. Shivank shook his head smilingly and handed her the pizza. “Haan, yeh le!”
Vaani thought of something and hit his shoulder to grab his attention, “Shivank aa!” she opened her mouth pointing her finger. Shivank dramatically sighed and fed her a bite.
Vaani was muffled, trying to say something. Shivank gave her a disappointing look, “Pehle kha le fir bol lena.”
Vaani quickly gulps the food and feeds him a bite asking “Tumhe kaise pata mera favourite pizza?”
Shivank while chewing the food replies, “Mujhe sab pata hai tere baare mein.”
Vaani raises her eyebrows with an expression of surprise. “Ohh, test ho jaye?” She asks, making a poker face and Shivank nods. “Hmm toh Mera favourite colour bolo.”
“Easy, you can't choose between black and red!” Shivank replies back instantly, grinning in confidence.
Vaani thinks for a moment moving the hairs strands back and she asks, “Okay... favourite flowers?”
