Continuation of Abhimaan's POV.

"Cut the crap, Mr. Raichand," she hissed. "What are you doing here?" She asked further.

Now let's take her class; that's why she is not wearing the vermilion today.

Well, I guess your dad has already answered that earlier." I shrugged my shoulders before taking steps towards her, my eyes scanning her from head to toe.

"Do you know, Sayantika?" I stopped as I saw her fiddling with her fingers. "You are looking fucking incomplete today." She tried to move back only to feel her back slammed against the door.

"Um, what?" She asked, perplexed.

I caged her between me and the door, with my hands...