8~ Flirting

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She gasped as he grabbed her wrist and twisted her hand behind her back, not harshly and pulled her close to his chest.

" Vo yahan kya kar raha tha?"

( What was he doing here?)

He asked in his deep and dominating voice, catching her off guard.

She could smell the foul odour of alcohol coming from his mouth as he spoke. His eyes glaring into her and she frowned, perplexed by his sudden behaviour.

" Leave me,"

She tried pushing him but he just tightened his hold on her.

" What was he doing here, Doll?"

She blinked and her stomach made a flip hearing his authoritative and the way he called her by nickname.

She felt small under his predatory gaze, which seemed so murderous. One thing she knew was that he was awfully drunk.

She licked her lower lip and ended up stuttering, " who?"

He leaned his face close to her and said with gritted teeth, " David Chaudhary."

Her confusion grew even more than before as he uttered David's name. How did he know? Was he keeping an eye on her?

" I.. was scared so I asked him to accompany me," she said timidly and cursed herself for showing him how badly she was affected by his petrified behaviour.

His eyes softened and he left her hand.

" You were scared?" his tone changed, so did her behaviour.

She pushed him harshly and pointed at the door, " Get out of my room."

She walked away from him. Only she knows how her heart was pumping inside. He terrified her to the extent that she felt like passing out.

He practically ran to her direction, grabbed her elbow and turned her back at him.

" Tum kyu dari hui thi? Kisi ne kuch bola? Hume batao, hum dekhte hai usko."

( Why were you scared? Did someone trouble you? Tell me, I'll see him.)

She rolled her eyes and scoffed at his awakened concern for her.

" You. You scared me. Now beat yourself."

He blinked twice and she freed her elbow from his grip. She folded her hands around her chest and tapped her foot impatiently on tiles.

" I am waiting. When are you leaving my room?

He passed her judgemental look and said, " I did not come to leave."

She clenched her jaw, " It's my own freaking room and I did not pay for you. Leave or I'll ask the guards to throw you out."

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