‘This is wrong. This isn’t right but why?’ Techna had these questions running in her usually calculated brain. She had seen him in picture but it was more or less a passport and it did nothing to bring out the demi god she is standing in front and looking at her like she is one Christmas chocolate that was brought to him at the brick of Christmas end. No one needed to tell her, she could see desire in his eyes. What surprises her in all of this is the fact that he wanted her. Her? Her!!!! Of all other classical babes she knows he could get.

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