Tormenting Mr.Gangster

Seed of trust

"You!" she said pointing a finger at Randhir. She was not going to let him take the upper hand again. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into !" she warned him in anger.

"I think I do..." he said smirking at her. "I have a pretty good idea actually..." he added eyeing her up.

She glared at him.

"You are kinda cute when you are angry..." he added.

"Oh you think that am cute when am angry ?!" she rephrased his sentence "...well then get ready because am about to turn f*cking gorgeous !" she snapped, showing him she was not at all amused by the situation.

She marched toward him with full confidence and tightly grabbed his wrist, dragging him along with her toward the bathroom, like a tamed animal.

She locked the door and turned toward Randhir facing him, arms crossed over chest.

"You had your fun, now see what am going to do to you" she informed him, she didn't know from where was coming all this confidence, but right now she was feeling like royalty sitting on her throne, determined and unstoppable. ...She knew she had always been meant to rule... fate had just made a little mistake by swapping hers' and Queen Elizabeth's fate. She wondered how life would have been if she was at Queen Elizabeth's place and if queen Elizabeth was at her place... well if queen Elizabeth was at her place, she would have probably been kidnapped and enduring the devil presence at the moment... she wondered how she would have dealt with that...the next moment a very unpleasant picture flashed in her mind... she pictured an old and wrinkled queen Elizabeth dressed in a pink fluffy coat, an extravagant hat on top of her head... kissing the devil...Eww eww ewww, she quickly snapped out of it. ...There was a huge age issue here...unless the devil was into weird stuff... Ewww. ...It seems like fate had done its work good after all. ...whatever ! she decided to put an end to her royalty dreams and concentrate on the task ahead. Bathing the beast.

"Take off your shirt ! " she ordered crossing her arms across her chest, to which he rolled his eyes.

"If I could do it by myself I wouldn't have requested for a nurse" he taunted her.

No she won't do it this time... it seemed that lately that's all she was doing : unbuttoning the devil's shirt. If she checked the agenda she was sure the task would appear more than once in the past few days.

"Riiight !...It didn't seem to bother you much when you went to take care of some business earlier... " she replied sarcastically, if he had the energy to kill someone, he could very well remove his damn shirt alone !

He sighed... She was again angry at him... But he knew his way out with her... He then slowly undid his buttons... one by one. Eyes not leaving hers.

Sanyukta stared at him. How one did to have such a delectable, enticing, perfectly chiseled chest. It was like every inch of his skin was whispering at her, urging her to come and touch, enchanting her "one touch...only...one soft touch" the velvety voice was alluring her.

"Thinking of something naughty ?" came his voice, breaking her out of her trance.

"Actually I was thinking how will you react at what am going to do..." she quickly made up an answer.

She scrunched her nose and bent down to fill a mug full of water, she then smirked and splashed it at him without so much as a warning, soaking him.

"What the hell woman !! " came his loud groan, water dripping from him.

A bare perfectly chest was yummy, but a bare wet perfectly sculpted chest was even better, she giggled at her thought.

"Do you find that funny ?" he scowled at her.