17. Early morning tea.

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Author's POV.

He leaned closer, in order to kiss her.

She closed her eyes. Not because of the proximity, but because of the fear that engulfed her.

Just when his lips were about to touch her, something came inside her. She instantly decided to overcome her fear and open her eyes. She kicked him hard, very hard at his private part, and he winced. He left her hand as she slapped him.

He lifted her gaze to look at her with anger in his eyes, and she slapped him. Again.

"Don't you dare.!" She shouted pointing her index finger at him.

She passed him and her black eyes met his blue one. He was standing there, staring at her.

Don't know why but she felt something. Something strange. A warmth maybe? A sense of security?

Her eyes filled with tears as she walked towards him, staring straight into his eyes.

Ajay's POV. 

I reached here at 4:06. Maa told me to check upon her as she still didn't arrived.

I messaged her and she said that she is driving.

I don't know why the hell maa said me to pick her up from parking lot?
She said,
"Jaa usse receive kar le. Usse pata nhi hai hum kis floor pe hai."

And i agreed?

I was in parking lot when i saw her car coming. I stood at a distance. She parked her car and just she stepped down, i saw a man approaching her.

He doesn't looks like a valet. And she already parked her....

My thoughts got stuck when she bumped into him. She looked up and froze.

I don't know what happened to her.

She asked him something and he said something that i couldn't hear.

"Why the heck are you here?" She shouted.

Ooh! Is he bothering her?

Wait.

What the fuck is happening there?

He slipped his hand inside her purple kurti and took a step towards her. Until her back collided with car.

She again said something.

There was something in her eyes. No. Not love. But..... Fear? Hatred? Vulnerability?

He leaned closer and i fisted my hands.

She closed her eyes, and he leaned closer.

I was on the verge of killing him when she suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes held different emotions this time..... Power? Anger? Strength?

She kicked him hard. Very hard. And then slapped him two times. That's like my woman.

She passed him and her black eyes met mine blue ones. She looked at me with an unreadable expression.

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