Hasrat

Her breath hitched, his fingers so near her belly button as his lips hovered over her neck.

"Aarav ji-" she stopped midway, the way his name escaped her lips in nothing more than a small whisper, it almost sounded like a low airy moan.

"You need to be careful." He said as clasped the thin waist chain she was wearing, redness coated her cheeks in embarrassment as she mentally slapped herself for again not clasping the chain rightly.

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"Anaisha!" Her eyes widened hearing the loud voice, it was surely not a good indication. Not at all.

Fighting her nerves she went inside their shared room.

"Ji.." she said, and if a mouse was there it would laugh at her because her voice was even lower than a damn mouse.

"Ji? Ji zara batayega ki meri shirt apki mehandi se kyu bhari hui hai?" He said back sarcastically.

(Yes? Yes, please tell me why my shirt is smothered with your mehandi.)

"I didn't-" she tried but stopped when he turned around, the shirt having her hand prints of mehandi at the back, she bit her lip to not laugh.

"One single air of laughter and I will make you cry." She stopped laughing after hearing his tone- but it was funny.

And before he could catch her she ran for her damn life.

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"Aap humse door rahein." Dhriti said grumbling, sitting on the bed the pillow on her lap as she looked at her nails to avoid looking at him

(Stay away from me)

"Aap? Really? I'm a year younger than you!" Dhruv said back, grumbling in anger.

"It's called basic respect and manners, jiski apme kami hai." Dhriti said back scoffing.

(Which you are lacking.)

"Yeah totally. Aap mujhe aap karke hi bulaye, mai to tum kehke hi bulaunga." Dhruv scoffed back.

(You can call me with 'aap' I will still call you 'tu'.)

"Gadhe." She mumbled looking away.

(Donkey)

The next thing she knew was the male chasing her around the damn house, like some mad bull.
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This book will be Hinglish.