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

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