it right now? You are, aren’t you?’ Dhruv
was looking at her, like a leashed puppy,
helpless. And she grabbed his crotch and
he was hard. ‘You’re thinking of me,
aren’t you? Tell me you are.’ Dhruv
nodded his head, just a trillionth of a
fraction, even a slow motion camera
wouldn’t catch the movement, but in
moments like these that’s enough and
Aranya pushed him away and took a step
back and smiled derisively at him.
‘SCREW YOU, DHRUV,’ bellowed
Aranya. ‘FUCK YOU. Look down, you
pathetic excuse for a guy. Look at that.
You’re fucking hard, Dhruv. You’re just
a helpless boy, Dhruv, and you dared to