“It won’t end in a good way.”
“Oh? Who the fuck even wants that?”
He didn’t answer and I leaned further against his right ear, “It should end with me underneath you.” His hand which was on either side of him now grabbed my waist tightly.
A chapter full of Aashika and Vikram acting so domestic like they are in relationship, let’s go.
Aashika’s POV.
One second I was cooking chicken with Zane and the next moment I was in Vikram’s arm, as he held me so tight, as if he didn't want to let go of me.
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