Sid dropped Shravya at the porch of Malhotra Mansion, giving her a hug. He waited until she walked inside and disappeared from view. As Shravya was heading to her room, someone put a hand over her mouth and dragged her into the study room along the way.
Seeing the familiar face, she sighed with relief, but her expression quickly changed to anger. "How dare you touch me, Mr. Kapoor? And what is that smell?"
"Sorry, sorry," Shaurya mumbled in a slurred voice.
"Are you drunk? Of course, you are. Why am I even asking?" Shravya said, exasperated.
Shaurya, swaying, said, "Shravya, listen to me," and moved closer to her.
Shravya cut him off, "Stay away. This smell is making me nauseous."
"Okay, I'll stay away, but tell me one thing: do you love sidharth? Do you really love him?"
Fuming, Shravya responded, "Who are you to ask me that? You mean nothing to me. I'm not answerable to you. Now, get out of my way."
"Please, just tell me once, do you love Siddharth?" Shaurya pleaded.
With anger, Shravya replied, "Yes, I love him. What will you do about it?"
Heartbroken, Shaurya said, "But you promised to love me forever. You broke that promise."
Shravya, now enraged, shot back, "The audacity! You betrayed me, married someone else, and now you're expecting a baby with her. And you say I broke my promise? Incredible. Loving you was the biggest mistake I ever made, and I've paid huge price for it."
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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