I knew it too well that she hated me, she didn’t want me near her then why was she doing that?

Her features dropped into seriousness, “Cherish?”

Her jaw clenched, converting her temptation into rage when she took my hand and pressed it on her arm.

“Remember this arm? You burned it with your cigar, Zaviyaar. What affection are you talking about after hurting me?” She growled, pushing me away from her after piercing my chest of my wrongdoings.

“I am sorry, my mind was not functioning back then. I didn’t mean to.” I replied immediately, holding my hand to her but she slapped it away.

She growled, “But, my...