I can't believe I like him. I like this utterly snobbish, proud, unapologetic human. I like this man who happened to be my assassin. I like this man soooo much.
 She blinked, categorising her actions. Everything started falling in place; why she was angry when he helped that woman, why was she restless when he mentioned his 'yet to become ex' girlfriend, why she was feared when she was alone in the market, why was she woebegone when he said that he would get married again.
 "Shit shit shit!" She squealed throwing the blanket away in surprise. Her abrupt yelling gave a close shave to Yuvraaj from a cardiac attack who was now drawing his lunch to a close, drinking water. 
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"Okay, now. I am done." Anahita panted, crouching low and breathed through her nose heavily. She eyed those other hikers incredulously who were steeping like rangers.
 "Get up yaar." Yuvraaj pulled her on her feet, "It's just a few meters away. If they rush away, we will lost the track."
 "But I don't wanna go there." Anahita whimpered, her lower lip rolled out and she fisted his shirt in her hands. "My thighs are burning. I can't do it anymore."
 "You've barely covered two hundred meter. So cry me a river. We're going to pull this off." Yuvraaj waved his hand dismissively taking lead.
 "But my jelly legs says otherwise." Anahita pushed the bangs

Glaring pointedly at her half naked husband emerging out of the waters, Anahita sulked. To witness him raking his fingers through the wet heavy mass of thick hair wasn't as maddening as the brunette bevy gawking at him with their eyes hung out of the sockets.
 "This man just can't cover himself." Anahita muttered angrily, rising to her full height and scuttled to the giggling mass of slim figures she was kinda jealous of.
 "Hey girls!" She waved at them before pointing at Yuvraaj who was looking around for her. "He is taken. He's my husband." She made them known showcasing a jaw stiffening smile, contemplating whether she'll be able to restrain herself from doing something violent if they try to argue her.
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I can't believe I like him. I like this utterly snobbish, proud, unapologetic human. I like this man who happened to be my assassin. I like this man soooo much.
 She blinked, categorising her actions. Everything started falling in place; why she was angry when he helped that woman, why was she restless when he mentioned his 'yet to become ex' girlfriend, why she was feared when she was alone in the market, why was she woebegone when he said that he would get married again.
 "Shit shit shit!" She squealed throwing the blanket away in surprise. Her abrupt yelling gave a close shave to Yuvraaj from a cardiac attack who was now drawing his lunch to a close, drinking water. 
 "What the hell? What's wrong with you?"
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