HIS POV
Her lips were surely going to bring me to death. I could not stop myself from sucking the juice out of them. Nothing could ever taste better than them in my entire life.
I leaned in to suck her lips again. She placed her hands on my chest and said.
"Give me time to breathe in between. Promise?" I smiled looking at her breathless state and nodded.
I aimed to kiss her lovable lips, but before I could I heard a voice I would have never wanted to listen to in this state.
"Bhaisa" Jhanvi called out.
I became numb at that moment. I could not think of anything at this moment. I could not move forward and kiss her nor jump away and look at Jhanvi.
What would she think of me? What was I doing here at this hour in her room?
Well, she just saw what I was doing.
This has to be the worst moment of my life.
Suddenly I felt nails digging into my shoulder skin. I lifted my eyes to look at Radhika. She was squeezing her eyes shut.
I guess she is embarrassed too. And so I let her mark myself.
Suddenly I heard Samrit. Oh god no more now.
"Oh, Shit!" He said and I immediately turned to look at him.
Without any delay, he palmed over Jhanvi's mouth before she could scream and took her out of the room.
"Sorry about her," He said and closed the door.
Goodddd What the hell was happening?
Suddenly she pushed me away and straightened herself bringing her knee closer to her chest. She was not saying anything. Her face looked blank.
I also straightened myself and sat in front of her.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She glared at me. Bringing her fist out she hit my chest.
"Aahh" I cried a little, looking at her.
I think she is angry.
"What were you here for?" She asked with her big eyes.
Gosh, she is really scary right now.
"I came to talk actually," I said innocently.
She gave me a look and said,
"You always come to talk and do everything except that." She scolded me.
"That is not true. I have not done everything yet. I would say barely anything" I replied innocently looking into her eyes, pleading for forgiveness.
"Shut up," She said and again hit me in the same place and stood up from the bed wearing a dupatta.
"Ouchh" I cried a little, her knuckle did hurt a little.
"It has not healed since last year, you know," I murmured innocently and sat while putting my knees down in front of her.
She looked a little worried hearing me and came a little close and saw that mark on my chest.
"It hasn't healed yet?" She asked softly, pulling her finger out to touch it but I held her hand.
"This won't heal it," I said sternly.
"What would?" She asked.
"Your lips might," I said mischievously, she got angrier and I laughed a little.
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DAKSHIKA
عاطفية"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed...
