"A maid?" She c****d her eyebrows as if saying 'are you psycho? Cause you sound as one!' But didn't dare to voice it out.
"No, technically a slave. But you can call it a maid." He answered smirking smugly with his one hand in his pocket and other held a glass of milk, which he drank slowly, sip by sip.
"Are you insane?" It slipped .....
intentionally.
His eyes darkened as he took a step ahead toward her making her want to slap her self for igniting him.
"Do you want me to show you how insane?" His voice darl and low.
Last night moment flowed through her mind and she breathed out a breathless. "No!"
"What do mean by 'no'?" He smirked now looking at her pervertly. She was freshly bathed and wearing a simple pink kurta and white cigarette pants provided by Umair's wife on his order. S
