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— H O O R —

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“...It is I who will qualify you,” I mimic him in the worst possible way to annoy him as I enter the room and find him working on his laptop.

He is sitting on the couch, and his legs are spread before him. On his lap, there is his second wife sitting — the laptop.

His entire attention was on it unless I entered the room and got all his attention.

Looking up from the screen, he cocks his brow at me sexily. I see his lips spreading in a small and very attractive smirk.

I close the door behind me, leaning against it uttering, “Ab aise kya dekh rahe ho?”

(Now why are you staring at me like that?)

“Maine galat kya kaha?” He asks, staying in that position but his head raises as he acknowledges me fully.

(What's wrong did I say?)

“Of course, you can do as you please blah, blah, blah...” I walk towards him but not to sit beside him.

No, no, no, I am not taking that risk anymore. If I go under his clutch, he will do something very seductive!

“But you listen to me, oh, M