"Are you doing it to cosset me?" Yuvraaj questioned, whispering and stretched his hand to regress her locks that were falling upon her eyes and stabilized his fingers on her nape, razing her over him until they were at eye's level.
 "Because you're still unsuccessful. I am not done yet." He whispered against her lips and she put her palm flat against his cheek, "I'm willing to do it until I win and absorb all the pain I inflicted upon you."
 "You might regret."
 "I won't."
 "You remember what you offered?" He bit her lower lip, applying pressure until she moaned and she rested her palms over his sculpted chest, shuddering under his hold.
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Her lips trembled mirroring her shaky voice and it killed Yuvraaj to see her like them. To hump her down on bed and make love wasn't a tough task and the state he was in, definitely prodded him to do so but he just needed her to be more sober. Not emotionally driven.
 He forked his fingers in his hair and calmed himself down. "It's not that. There's nothing wrong with you! And I am not rejecting you." He caressed his knuckles on her cheek and pecked her lips, "Rejecting you is out of question for me. I want you more than you've ever wanted me. You have no idea what you do to me."
 "Then why don't you like me?"
 "How do you know that I don't like you?" He was seriously fed up of her obtuseness.

Gasps left her throat as Anahita intook the cataclysmic room and her eyes narrowed, doubled to its size in horror. She covered her mouth in fear as she witnessed their suitcases thrown at the extreme ends of the room with their contents scattered all over the room. Some of his stuff was ruined brutally, for instance, his deodoriser, hair gel, even her favourite watch. Mattress was sprawled on the ground and cushions were tamped in the small void between wardrobe and wall. She did a quick review of the hotel property being damaged but was relieved that it was not up to the mark where they had to pay for it.
 A part of her stuttered like a leaf but another part was relieved a bit. At least, he tried to vent out his anger. If he was bottling it up, it could've been more dangerous than the deba

"Are you doing it to cosset me?" Yuvraaj questioned, whispering and stretched his hand to regress her locks that were falling upon her eyes and stabilized his fingers on her nape, razing her over him until they were at eye's level.
 "Because you're still unsuccessful. I am not done yet." He whispered against her lips and she put her palm flat against his cheek, "I'm willing to do it until I win and absorb all the pain I inflicted upon you."
 "You might regret."
 "I won't."
 "You remember what you offered?" He bit her lower lip, applying pressure until she moaned and she rested her palms over his sculpted chest, shuddering under his hold.
 "Mhmm.." She gave an disproportionate response and pull

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