Dhruv gathered all his mental strength and strutted past the hallway, into the nearby balcony. He had to speak to Meenakshi.
He found Meenakshi standing by the railing, her arms crossed above her chest. The ends of her green Kurti blew under the breeze, exposing the back of her hips adorned in jeans, slightly. She was a sight to watch.
Dhruv took a few steps forward and snaked his arms around her waist from the back, making her gasp in shock. His chest hit her back, his breath fanning her nape.
Meenakshi had an inner battle. Whether to play the 'I'm angry with you' game or just dive herself into the desires his touch was generating.
"I'm sorry, baby."Dhruv whispered in her ear, generating more hormonal tension in her body. This wasn't going well.
"Why?" She snorted, keeping her posture straight.
