"Aap... Hanji..." (You... Yes...)
Aniruddh’s eyes, cold with anger, meet hers. Bondita’s expression is a playful mix of challenge and shyness.
"Soch lijiye," (Think about it,) she says, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Aise chali jaungi. Daatna mat mujhe phir... aapki galti." (I will just leave like this. Don't scold me then... it's your fault.)
His jaw tightens, a flicker of something other than rage in his gaze.
"Waise bhi toh," (Anyway too,) she whispers, her eyes darting to the side, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. "Meri kamar par aapki nazar rehti hi hai..." (Your gaze always remains on my waist...)
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