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By the time Shravan came out of the washroom, Drishti was almost ready.

She was wearing a midnight blue sundress that fell around her knees, leaving her long, shapely legs on display.

"Can you zip me up? It's stuck," Drishti turned around, giving him a perfect view of her open back.

Shravan cursed himself, seeing his hands trembling at the thought of touching her.

"Damn it!"

"Hurry up," Drishti said impatiently.

Shravan moved towards her, held the zipper, and tried to zip it up, but it didn't move.

He realized it was stuck in the lace of her bra. Shravan gulped as his eyes focused on the blue lace against her milky skin.

His hands moved on their own accord, and he tentatively touched her bare back.

"Oh sweet heavens!" Shravan mentally groaned as he felt her satiny soft skin.

Drishti, who was impatiently waiting for him to zip her up, stiffened when she felt his touch.

His calloused hands against her soft skin left her with a curious feeling she had never felt before.

She looked up in