14.Melting ice creams
Meenakshi POV
I was in my killer daze when he pressed his other hand on my hip. Scoundrel! I opened my mouth unexpectedly and he quickly removed his thumb from my mouth, before I could clench my jaw again.
How dare he? How dare he? b****y p*****t always tries to touch me somehow. I want to kill him, I want to kill him! Where is a knife? I want to stab him, I want to cut his freaking hands!
He was shaking his hand and I screamed out of my lungs or at least I tried, but my voice came out muffled he again covered my mouth with his hand. '' I am sorry ''
Sorry? Sorry, my foot!
'' You were not leaving my hand ''
Like I was not supposed to do that and it was all my fault! He's mental, crazy, freak or maybe a psycho girl stalker. I know, no one was going to believe m
