Sakshi
The knocking gets louder, but Armaan is just staring at me lazily, leaning against the wooden pole of our bed.
I don't know if I should feel thankful for him to let me do the damage control or scold him for being responsible for it in the first place. In between this mental battle of mine, my gaze catches the unusual redness on his lips.
Oh god, that's my lipstick on his lips!
I whirl around with panicked eyes and stride up to him. He grows a little confused, but his overall body language is still pleased, watching me approach him. Just what the hell goes on in his mind?
I grab his jaw and pull him close. He easily lowers his face and wipes his lips clean with the tissue I grabbed before marching towards him. I wipe it harshly on purpose, but the jerk doesn't wince even once. I
