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"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