*Janice Pov* I rubbed my palms, feeling sting which is nothing but the side effect of the slaps I just delivered. I am not wanting to slap anyone again. I decided and started rubbing it more hoping the feeling goes away. Then I felt arms circling me from behind. I leaned into his hold and asked, “Did your work finished?” “Yeah!” He replied, whispering in my ear, making me feel ticklish. After a few seconds, I placed my hands over his and heard a small hiss from behind. I looked down to see his knuckles becoming little red, and I can totally say that a bruise is going to appear. “Did you really?” I asked him shortly. “Yeah! Are you mad?” He asked, and I frowned. “I too slapped Parul. Are you mad at me?” I asked him back turning around in his hold. “First love is special, Jaan, but the love which we want to be last forever cannot be measured using even all the words in this world.” He explained, and I placed my palm over his cheek. “Then why will I be mad, Adi. Because I know
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