Sid pov,

“What the hell are you doing? Why are you provoking him?” I shouted, locking the door.

“He is doing too much. Why he should hit you with his shoe? And what the hell you’re doing pressing my feet” She scolded in anger.

“Calm down, just sit. You are looking tired,” I mumbled, making her sit on the bed after arranging a pillow as support.

“Look, your feet are so swollen. I read that a good massage can make you feel better”

“Whatever, I don’t want you to do that” she argued.

“Not just legs, I read about a total body massage,” I smirked, making her glare in shock....