Nitya flinched away slightly at the action. Once there was a little bit of a distance between them, she gulped, thinking, 'What was the matter with this boy, or what the hell was wrong with him? How could he just do whatever he wanted and come this close to her, she should punch him- punch him? Her mind repeated the word. Yes, she should punch him- punching sounded like a fine idea, except that both her hands were cuffed in his hands.'
So before her brain could process, think and provide conclusive information, she had hit her head against his!
"Ouch!" He let go of her hands and placed his palm at the place he had been hurt, and the other palm on her forehead to find out whether her forehead was fine or not.
"What- why did you hit me?" He asked, still rubbing the two foreheads.
