My hand moved up, gripping her thighs. “Toh ovulation horahe mere buttercup ka?” I asked, my fingers teasing the waistband of her shorts, and she inhaled sharply before nodding. “And what exactly should I do?” I asked, hooking my fingers into the waistband. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, torturing it. “Thoda sa pyaar karo,” she whispered, breathless, as my other hand unbuttoned her shirt.