“Sweetheart, let me massage your feet,” Priyank said, placing her on the bed and taking her feet in his lap.
Priya felt nervous as he offered to massage her feet, placing them in his well-defined muscular lap, which only heightened her nervousness.
“Why are you shaking, Angel?” Priyank questioned, softly holding her feet and starting to massage them gently.
Like an expert, because he is used to massaging his mother's feet, so it's not something new for him.
“You don't have to massage my feet, I'm totally fine,” Priya tried to pull her feet back, but his grip tightened as he looked at her with lazy yet stern eyes.
“Have to? What if I say I want to?” Priyank looked at her with eyes that screamed how he just wanted her to stay still.
“It’s not good, you are older than me, you don't have
