Maya's pov
He knelt down beside me and glared into my eyes like death himself was threatening my soul.
“Oops! Did I just call you Maya?” Words came out of his mouth.
His lips slowly moved closer and whispered into my ear…
“Sorry! Slip of tongue!”
His gaze shifted back to my face again and a devilish smile appeared on his lips.
“But why did you tremble?”
*Gulp
“Uh…I…Uhm…I stepped on my dress!” My words lied.
His eyes slowly moved down to my knee and noticed bleeding.
“Seems like right now you need this soup more than my wife.”
“No, thanks!”
He didn't even listen to me and forcefully made me drink that soup.
*Cough *Cough
The soup was all over my mouth and dress, it was torture rather than concern.
“Perfect.”
“Take care of yourself.”
Having said that he walked out of the
