Nivritti was squirming in Ritvik's arms. She just wanted to get away from him. She hated him with every fibre of her being. The man she hated the most in her life was near her, not only near her, but he had also her in his arms. She hated his touch, his smell, his presence. But he was not letting her leave.
"Ritvik!!! Let me go," she groaned and tried to push him away but he was strong.
"Ritz, please!" he grabbed her by the back of her neck and started to pull her face closer. "I still remember your touch, your smooth skin, your hot kiss, our steamy sex session. I miss everything about you. Those days we lived together, we didn't bother to wear clothes. All we wanted was each other's touch. Let's start from the beginning."
