I don't know from where I was getting this unknown courage, must be the hormones.
Eyes locked in his, my hand trailed down all the way brushing his arms, just like the way he did the other day. Gripping his hands firmly at the end, trying to pull him closer.
Yeah, just trying because his body didn't even moved a little.
I kept pulling him but he won't budge -he was like a brick wall.
"What are you doing? " He asks me.
My brows thinned in irritation. But eventually he gave in at last.
As I pulled him closer, his unwavering gaze stayed on my face and my actions. Cautiously eyeing my every moment with a gentleness.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I reached out and slid a ring off his pinky finger. In its place, I slipped my own ring onto his hand. And wearing his on my thumb.
As I was done exchanging rings, I let go of his right hand and now moving it towards his chest but he tries to stop me, taking hold of my hand again.
He shakes his head playfully and I tilt mine, raising my brows in answer.
I immediately leave his both of hand and curled my fingers around the collar of his kurta. He was surprised and inclined closer, hands moving to my waist to balance.
His rough hand, grazed my warm skin. Squeezing a little to make me look at him again as I was distracted by his touch.
This time he arch his eyebrow, asking me through his eyes... What is it?
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