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"Veer ji, stop!" I whisper yelled as I peeled his hands away from my hips.

"You smell so good that I want to breathe in more of you." He rasped in my ear and his grip on my hips tightening.

When Veer ji brushed his pearly teeth across my collarbone, a shaky breath escaped my lips.

I was fortunate to have my shawl wrapped around my shoulder, as it would have been difficult to conceal my hickey otherwise.

"Kushi beti, did you get those glasses over there?" I grabbed his face from my neck and gave him a deep peck on the lips as I heard Ms. Gupta's footsteps approaching the kitchen door while calling my name. I'm sure he'll be surprised. I'm too taken aback by my own actions.

He was still standing like a statue, so I quickly grabbed those glasses above his head; our bodies brushed against each other as i reached for the glass that made my body shudder like it's first time, I exited the kitchen, handed Ms. Gupta the glass box she requested, and then left. I knew he'd question me about the kiss, and I don't have an answer for my actions.

I dashed back to my apartment, I least expected him to run behind me and scream and shout my name, even though I know he won't.

Shit! Screw my life!