KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL
He pulled me into a brief, possessive hug, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Hey, Babygirl," he whispered, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
Not shivers of fear, no, but something far more potent, a forbidden yearning that coiled in the pit of my stomach.
"Did you miss me?"
I could only stare, my mind reeling, my voice caught in my throat.
He turned to the eager crowd, his arm still loosely around my waist, a subtle declaration of ownership.
"She’s Shefali… from… India?" He looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded, still mesmerised.
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