He shook his head slowly.“No, but I mentioned how good Ranvijay Bhai-sa is to Aishwarya Bhabhi-sa’s father.”
I couldn’t believe it.“You are… I can’t believe you,” I gulped nervously, and he stared deeply into my eyes.
“Don’t worry,” his voice was low.“Everything is fine. It’s not as bad as I’m making it sound,”
I looked into his eyes.“But it doesn’t sound good either,” I said hesitantly.
“It’s not,” he insisted, and I noticed his gaze dropping to our intertwined fingers.
“You trust me, right?” he asked, and I looked at him.
“Why does it matter?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he confessed before lying back on his chest, stretching his arms, and inhaling deeply. My stomach twisted at the sight.
“But we have to focus on the feast first. There shouldn’t be any mistakes,” he reminded me lazily, closing his eyes.
I gulped silently, glancing at his hand, still holding mine, as if he didn’t want to let go. Silence followed, and I shifted my gaze to his wavy hair; he had a tiny mole on his ear.
A slight smile crept onto my face as I brought my free hand closer to his hair.“Your eyes look beautiful with kohl,” I couldn’t help but say, and a small smile graced his lips.
“Watch out. You seem to be falling for me,” he teased.
I shook my head.“You should be careful before falling if you have expectations. I don’t have any,” I replied softly, brushing his hair away from his forehead.
“That's good,” he murmured.
I hesitated and gulped before asking,“You didn’t explain how… can you… I mean… how is a dagger used?” I struggled to find the right words.
He shifted slightly, covering his face with the end of my dupatta.“You’ll be traumatised,” he mumbled, palms muffling his voice.
“No!” I protested.“I’m experienced. I know things,” I said, even though I couldn’t calm the butterflies in my stomach.
He inhaled deeply and slid his hand over the bed, looking for his dagger before turning to me.
Holding the dagger, he said,“This is gold, and this part goes inside the core,” and then pointed to the handle.
My heart raced at the sight of it. I gulped nervously, staring at the one-inch-thick hilt of the dagger.
That was it!
“And doesn’t it hurt?” I asked.
He lifted his bewildered gaze to me.“What’s your experience with sex? How much have you enjoyed it?”
His question caught me off guard. It felt like we had been friends for ages.
“Um… how can I explain this to you?” I asked, biting my lip, trying to conceal the warmth in my cheeks.
He inhaled deeply and shifted closer, resting his head on my lap.“Are you comfortable?”
I felt a flutter in my stomach, but nodded.“Yes,”
“So tell me then?” he insisted.
I didn’t know how to tell him. I mean, where could I possibly have started? As I hesitated, he sucked on his lower lip, waiting for my response. But I felt compelled to tell him, as if he were the one who needed to know.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked in a low and comforting voice.
