"Kshitija... You really don't need to... I'm good... We'll be leaving..."
The more Awnirudh tried to persuade her to let him be, the more Kshitija tugged at his arm to pull him inside the room... her room!
"Awnirudh Babu, I insist... Let me dry you up."
Awnirudh had noticed a strange change of expression in her tone as Kshitija drew a towel from the closet and advanced towards him.
In spite of his repeated refusal, she edged close to him and touched his chest with the towel on the pretext of wiping up the liquor strain.
"Please don't!" Awnirudh protested as he took a few steps backward.
"Why?" Kshitija asked in a beguiling manner repeating her question. "Why shouldn't I? Don't you find me attractive?"
She threw the towel and clutched the buttoned hem of Awnirudh's kurta, pushing him against the wall with her body.
"Miss Sinha... Get a hold on yourself. This isn't you." Awnirudh tried to reason with her respectfully.
