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Chapter 64 :
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I felt heat creeping up my neck and chest, even I was getting wet down there. I don't know what has happened to me recently because I've been getting horny often after I came back to Arnav's place. I feel those sensations to feel him inside me, his touches on my skin most of the time. And when he isn't there, I feel like touching myself on my own. I don't know why. This actually frustrated me.
Where I should have been a bit depressed and silent, I was feeling different emotions and some kind of mood swings recently. I don't know what these changes were because of.
I put the white shawl around my neck from the back so that its ends hung on either side of my chest and I covered my chest with the sides of the shawl. I then started slowly groping myself, rubbing the middle of my palm over my hardening nipples while I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.
I was about to hold the nipples in between the fingers when a sudden knock at the door halted me. I let go of them while cursing under my breaths before fixing the shawl and allowed whoever was at the door.
But the person entered was the least expected.
Arshi entered the room, clad in a white skinny turtle neck with a light brown pencil skirt under a deep brown trench coat. She wore high heeled boots over black net stockings. And as always, her hair was tied u into a high ponytail with middle parting and gothic makeup.
Her eyes stared at me as she walked inside the room, swaying her hips as she did in the runway, her significant smirk plastered on her matte colored lips.
"How're you Anika? Heard you weren't well", she spoke so nonchalantly as if disappointed about the fact that I was alive. Of course.
"I'm good since I'm with Arnav again. Of course I wasn't well, because, again, I wasn't with Arnav", I replied monotonously, still sitting on my spot while she sat by me on the edge of the bed.
She smiled.
"So in love, aren't we?", she asked. I knew she was triggered by my answer because there was a change in her expressions.
"Maybe? By the way who invited you?", I replied and asked, fixing my open hair.
Her smile twitched but still she tend to remain calm.
