He inhaled deeply and placed his hand on his chest.
“Haaye daiyyaa…”“oh no…” he exclaimed dramatically.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his antics.
He lay beside me and drew his skirt up to his thighs.
“Oh my God, shame on you,” I chided.“How can you show your hairy legs to me?”
“It’s so uncomfortable,” he said, rubbing his knees up and down.“I can’t feel my legs and this stupid blouse—it’s so tight, ugh…” he grumbled.
I placed my head on his shoulder.“You can take this off, you did this for me, that’s more than enough. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
His eyes snapped wide.
“No, no, no,” his words came out in a rush.“Not at all. I know you’re trying to dodge doing anything for me, right?”
His words made me laugh.
“You’re such a baby, Kunwar-sa,”
He leaned closer to my ear.
“I can do a set of five hundred push-ups with just one hand, without even getting breathless,” he said, pointing his chin toward his veiny arms.“I have the strength to lift hundreds of kilograms. So, be careful before you call me baby the next time.”
I swallowed hard, then chuckled nervously.“You’re joking, right?”
He narrowed his eyes.“Why would I joke about something like that?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, biting the inside of my cheek.“Maybe you want to scare me.”
Suddenly, he pinned me back and hovered over me, and my eyes widened in shock.
“I’m not joking. Watch,”
He shifted his weight onto his hands and began doing push-ups above me.
“Haha… what’re you doing?” I laughed, and he smiled faintly.
“Start counting, love.”
My smile faded, and my gaze traced his arms as his biceps flexed and his chest tightened with every movement. When he’d lean down, our chests would come dangerously close, forcing me to press my thighs together. However, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.
As he pushed himself up again, I gaped at the blue-green veins standing out like tree roots or lightning across his arms. Slowly, I reached out and pushed his forearm, trying to throw him off balance. But he remained unfazed.
And the longer he continued, the heavier my heart pounded.
“Eighteen,” he murmured, kissing my cheek.
A smile spread across my lips, and I laughed softly as he went on. I just watched his chest rise and fall, and the blouse barely holding on, stretching tight against his skin.
“Enough,” I whispered.
Instead, he leaned down again and kissed my cheek more deeply, making me giggle.
“You’ll break the bed too, Kunwar-sa,” I murmured, holding his arm.“Slow down.”
“Three hundred seventy-two,” he replied calmly, locking his eyes with mine.
