It was getting late, but I had to hand it over to him, or else poora Ghar sar pe utha lega.With a thudding heart and slow steps, I reached his room, I was about to knock on the door, when it opened from the inside, revealing an all dressed Arman with a phone in hand.Anger coursed through me. Was he serious?, He was standing all ready to go, and here I was stitching his stupid button!When he saw me standing there at his door, he looked at me with questioning eyes, raising his eyebrow. At his silent question, I forwarded his Kameez to him, when he got, what I was here for, he extended his hand, and took the shirt from me, smirking.The nerve of him, ghadhe!Tossing the shirt on the nearby sofa, he gave me a once over, looking at me from head to toe, to which I reacted in stepping back, and throwing a furious look at him, he only shook his head, amused, and went pass me, towards the stairs.I just stared at his back, flaring up. When he sensed that I was still standing at my place, he
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