Khushi heaved a soft sigh. "You idiot! I don't want what I deserve. I want you." She went into his arms and embraced him, but he didn't pull her close. Khushi tilted her head up to him and said, "Do I need to ask you to hold me?"
He drew her into the warmth of his arms. "I should have known about your birthday."
Khushi smiled, pressing her lips to his neck. "Yes," she said. "You are a terrible husband."Superb darling M! Just out of the world. You have a fine understanding of male & female psychology!
Enjoyed every word of it. Arnav Singh Raizada, the sulky schoolboy...ha..ha..
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