“Siddharth!,” she blushed, not used to having used the word darling, she pouted “Why are you doing this to me?,” She had just gotten used to calling him Siddharth, that too as he had been adamant, now she would have to get used to calling him darling “Siddharth,” She called when he neither responded nor let go of her hand “I.. I Have to go,” “Call me darling and I’ll let you go,” At the moment she felt like she was looking at an eight year old boy who had a grumpy look on his face with a slight pout Her heart warmed up “Da.. darling!,” she whispered shyly “What?,’ he pretended that he didn’t hear it Samaira sighed “Darling,” she said it firmly with a sweet smile plastered on her face, the man finally smiled and let go of her hand “Remember to call me this now onwards,” “I will,” she bit her lower lip like a teenage girl seeing her first love and feeling shy “What are you waiting for now?,” he asked “Hh!,” She wondered what caused the change in his tone, but he had a
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