[18 ] What happens when love tempts you to compromise everything you stand for?
❛Look at you, how you're breathing and trembling in need-craving my touch,❜
❛Shut up, Tapish❜
❛Then Shut me Up❜
A billionaire's daughter SAHEJ LUTHRA has built...
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"WHAT WAS THAT?" she asks, angry, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Nothing, just guys talk," I reply nonchalantly.
"Fine, go sit there," she orders, pointing towards the sofa.
"I'm not going to sit on that sofa," I assert.
"What?" she asks, confused and slightly irritated.
"Because he was sitting on that sofa."
"What? That's so... that's so inhuman. You can't do that," she starts to say, raising her voice.
"Seriously? You're thinking that? If it was some other guy, I wouldn't have any problem. You accepted his portrait offer. What's pissing me off? Even after what he did? And I swear I will burn that sofa if he comes again," I say.
"You cannot do that."
"I can, Sahej. You don't know me."
"You are so annoying. Fine," she goes towards the sofa, takes the sofa cover, throws them aside, and then starts walking towards her cupboard, searching for something. She takes something silky—a black, slick bedsheet—and walks towards the sofa, covering it completely.
"Now go and sit," she says, irritated.
"Now that's perfectly fine," I reply, removing my shirt and lying down. I close my eyes and try to relax. And I am just in my tight, brief box, not hiding anything.
