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Tumhe mujhse nafrat hai na, Isha? Toh phir jab main paas aata hoon, toh tumhari saansein kyun rukne lagti hain?" His breath brushed against her lips, hot and dangerous. Isha didnβt back down. Instead, she stepped closer, closing the agonizing inch between them until she could feel the hard, unyielding line of his chest against hers. "Main tumse nafrat nahi karti, Saransh", she whispered, her gaze locking onto his with a lethal intensity that hid the tremor in her veins."I despise everything you stand for. I despise the way you look at me. And most of all, I despise how much power you think you have over me." Saranshβs grip tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
