Hahahah!
Priyank laughed as she resembled a rabbit caught red-handed, with her tiny body claiming she plays support and daring to speak against him.
He had to give her a reward.
Or not?
She could crack a dent in his head, and then he would again contemplate rewarding her for her courage.
That's the effect she has on him.
“I don't feel offended. If you want to think I'm dumb, then let it be. Who cares what you think,” Priyank's lips turned lopsided as he looked at Priya, his eyes scanning her up and down.
Indicating what's wrong in calling someone dumb.
In his eyes, there is none.
Or is there?
Priya is his, so he can say anything to her. Who cares? At least he won't start caring overnight.
He already cares much more than necessary.
“Then I don't care either,” Priya retorted, try
