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Chapter - 65

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Just as Haseena was about to leave, a hand shot out from the door and pulled her inside.

( Oh, since you all are so shameless, I guess I had no choice but to invade their privacy and peek into the bathroom 😒😒Poor KareEna and innocent me—let's all have a look! )

She stumbled, her breath catching in her throat as she was pulled inside. The door clicked shut behind her, and she found herself face-to-face with Karishma, who stood close enough for Haseena to catch the subtle warmth radiating from her skin. She barely had a moment to register the sight before her—a flash of bare shoulders, the soft, warm skin of Karishma exposed under the low light.

"Karishma," Haseena gasped, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes instinctively closing as if to shield herself from the unexpected intimacy of the moment. The proximity of Karishma, her presence almost palpable, made Haseena's heart race faster.

"Ji Jaana kahiye?" Karishma's voice was a velvet whisper, laced with teasing mischief. She leaned in, her breath brushing against Haseena's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Aapko towel chahiye tha na?" Haseena's voice was shaky, her breath shallow, as she fumbled with the words, trying to regain control of the moment. "Toh hume kyun andar khicha? Chhodiye hume... jana hai." Her body tensed as she tried to pull away from Karishma's grip, but her voice betrayed her resolve.

Karishma chuckled softly, her hold firm but gentle. "Haan, par hum socha... aapko kuch dekhna tha, na? Toh dikhaya jaye?" Her tone was calm, laced with teasing affection, as though she knew exactly how to unravel Haseena's defenses.

"Kya?" Haseena's voice edged with irritation, struggling to understand the game Karishma was playing.

"Wahi... the rare view that you don't mind watching," Karishma said with a teasing grin, unaware of the spark she had just ignited.

Haseena slowly opened her eyes, locking her gaze with Karishma's. The intensity in her eyes matched the fiery challenge in her voice as she replied, "Accha?"

Karishma's confident smirk faltered, her breath hitching as the intensity of Haseena's gaze wrapped around her like a soft, electrifying current. The teasing words that had come so easily before now seemed stuck somewhere deep in her chest, refusing to surface. Her mind raced, searching for something clever, something playful to regain control of the situation. But it was too late—Haseena had already closed the distance between them, her touch burning with the same intensity as her eyes.

Without breaking the connection, Haseena's hands slipped to Karishma's waist, her fingers brushing softly against her skin, sending a shiver down Karishma's spine. Before Karishma could react, Haseena tugged at the fabric of her tank top, pulling it free from the waistband of her pants. The movement was slow, deliberate, and laced with a tension that made Karishma's pulse race. The hem of the top, now held between Haseena's fingers, became a symbol of unspoken promises.

"Bina kisi pade ke dikhaiye, meharban," Haseena teased, her voice low and sultry, never once breaking the eye contact. The words were soft, yet they vibrated with a playfulness that left Karishma breathless. The way Haseena said them, her lips so close, her eyes so deep and full of intent—it was impossible to ignore the pull between them.