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Ruhani POV
"How to untie it?"
He asked and I glared at his confused and shocked face.
"What?"
I asked with irritation and he inhaled a sharp breath, clicking his tongue and looked at me with thinned eyebrows and a seriously scared face.
"I do not know how to untie it. I just forgot how to untie the knots,"
He declared and my mouth hung open, trying to calm myself down from the thought of biting him raw with my teeth.
How could he forget how to untie the strings when he was so determined to tie them?
"Alright, Aahil, breath, calm down and just look closely, pull out the thread away slowly,"
I tried to say and he nodded understanding the project. Suddenly, he shifted over me, his knees beside my midriff, not weighing over me and I just noticed his slightly visible abs over his stomach. I felt his fingers working on the knot and he muttered slowly.
"Left... right, pull that one, take that out, now slowly pull it out, yeah... it's working,"
My cheeks blushed to hear his husky voice and I sucked on my lower lip.
"Urgghhhhhhhhhhhh,"
But, he gave up after some time and looked at me.
"It's more complicated now,"
I sighed and looked at him.
"Alright, get your knife and cut it,"
He looked sharply at me and thinned his eyebrows with irritation.
"Why did not you tell me before, you wasted so much of my energy,"
I sighed again and just wanted to pull his cheeks so hard that he would cry with the pain. Angrily.
He got off me and came back with the knife in his hand.
"I hope I can trust you with the knife in your hand with drinks in your head?"
I said and he smirked looking at me.
"Begum, I hold knives the best with the drinks in my head,"
He replied and cut the strings and I inhaled a deep breath seeing my hand free of it.
He threw the knife away and I immediately sat up to choke his neck with anger.
"Do not you dare try to experiment with this again when you are drunk, okay?"
He gulped looking at me and his eyes softened. We both were sitting against each other on knees and he suddenly pulled me closer making me sit in his lap with my legs parted around his waist.
"As you say, my dear love,"
He pushed the loose strand of my hair behind my ear and kissed my nose adoringly.
"You look so pretty when you are angry,"
He commented and I inhaled a deep breath.
"Thank god! you did not pass out otherwise, I would have killed you,"
He kissed my chin and replied.
"Let me take you with you bending over the table in the library before you would like to kill me,"
His husky voice twisted something inside my stomach and the idea sounded so wild to me. I felt his fingers tracing my collarbones, staring at them adoringly and I asked in a slow voice.
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