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Preeta was in a bad mood. It was Saturday which means Karan's match day. But instead being in front of her television, she was in her cabin waiting for a patient who requested an urgent appointment and she didn't know how long it would last.

Waiting for the person to arrive, Preeta opened the message app and looked at her recent message.

"I know you will rock this match but still good luck. Your babydoll is with you. Hit a six for me ;)"

She has sent him that message in the morning. She knew that he will win this match; this is the amount of trust she has on him.

A knock was heard and Preeta asked the person to enter. Screen focused on her phone which remained on, where we can see the contact name of Karan.

My bajarbattu ❤️

Indeed he was hers, only hers.

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Preeta arrived home late. Not wanting to waste any time, she directly went into her room but Sarla stopped her.

"Preeta-"

"Mom, please I will talk to you later. Tell everyone to not disturb me. I really need to go." Preeta said hurriedly and went in her room, locking the door.

Sarla looked at her stunned and said to herself, "What happened to her? Let it go Sarla. This girl herself knows what's going on in her mind," and she went in the kitchen to continue preparing dinner since guests were coming over tonight.

In her room, Preeta was searching her clothes in her cupboard. She went to freshen up. After that, she settled on her bed and switched on the television. The match was already over but Preeta had recorded it so that she could watched it later. She wasn't going to watch it entirely, only when Karan played.

Before she pressed play, her phone rang and Preeta groaned. She saw the phone caller and answered the call, "What?" She barked.

"Princess, when a person call, you say hello and not what." The other person said.

"Sorry Rishiji, Hello how are you?" Preeta said sweetly.

"Don't need to act so sweetly now and tell me why are you irritated? No don't tell me, let me guess?......hmm......you were about to watch Karan's match and I call you at the wrong time right?" Rishi teased.

"Don't act too smart. I know you did it deliberately. You should be happy that you finally have peace, that I'm not eating your head to watch cricket with me so don't eat mine now." Preeta said, glaring at the television.

Rishi giggled and said, "I'm finally taking my revenge. Five years, you annoyed me for cricket now I'm not going to let you watch it in peace," and laughed evilly.

"I swear if I was in front of you, I would have already beat you. If you don't have anything important to say, hang up and let me watch my man plays. You know I don't like anyone disturbing me. Bye!"

"Wait Preeta lis--" The line cut. Rishi stared at his phone in shock.

"She hang up on me. How dare she?" Rishi made a cry-baby face, "See now I will not talk to you. This is how you do with your best-friend." Rishi said, staring at the photo of him, Shivani and Preeta on his office table. Suddenly his phone buzzed with a message.

"Don't act as a drama king now. I will talk to you later. Send my love to Shivani and yes, I love you and I miss you." Rishi smiled seeing this message and continued his work after replying her.

"You know me too well. I love you and miss you too." Preeta smiled.

"Now, let's start the match!" She exclaimed excitedly.

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Sarla opened the door and smiled at the person, "Rakhiji namaste, please enter." The entire Luthra Family including Shrishti went in the living room.

Ananya hugged her mom and Rishabh took her blessings, followed by Karan. Sarla smiled and blessed them.

"What do you guys want? Dinner is almost ready." Sarla said.

"No it's okay Sarlaji. Do you need any help?" Rakhi asked. Sarla refused.

Karan looked around as if he was searching for something, or should I said someone. Shrishti and Sameer noticed him and both smirked at each other.

"Mumma, where is Preeta?" Shrishti asked. She had always addressed Sarla as mumma because she was a second mother to her.

"Yes, she isn't here. Is she still at the hospital?" Mahesh asked.

"Bhaisahab, what can I tell you? She came home and locked herself  in her room. She just asked us not to disturb her and that she will come down when she wants. I'm sure she doesn't even know you guys are here. I forgot to tell her." Sarla said, shaking her head.

Shrishti had an idea what she must be doing so she asked: "Did she came home late?" Sarla nodded. Shrishti smirked. 

This was noticed by Sameer who lean closer to her and asked: "What's going on in your mind?" Shrishti just looked at him and said, "Just wait and watch. I bet you Preeta will come down during dinner and she will be so embarrassed when she will see us." Sameer stared at her confusedly but let it go, knowing it's useless to try to know her meaning.

Meanwhile, Karan was curious. What is she doing? His fingers hovered over the keyboard of his phone. Does he send her a message or not? Finally he deleted his text and re-read their morning conversation

Karan couldn't deny but felt happy when Preeta wished him luck that morning. Preeta was never fan of cricket but for his sake, she started watching it but only when he played. She had never missed a match of his during their university days. She was the one who cheered for him the loudest. She always calmed him before a match. When he wins, they celebrated it with a chocolate cake and beer at their hanging spot; it became a ritual for them. Even though she wasn't there the last 5 years, Karan had continued to celebrate it their way. What he didn't know was that Preeta did the same in London. 

Preeta didn't break her promise; even in London, she had continued to watch cricket only for Karan. She wished him luck in her heart. She would cheer so loud when he played that one time, Rishi had literally taped her mouth because she was shouting so loud. When Karan's team won, Preeta would spent the night dancing and celebrating, of course, with chocolate cake and beer.

Since Preeta left, Sarla has made it an habit to organize a dinner in honor of Karan whenever he had matches in India, whatever the outcome of the match. That way, he didn't miss Preeta much and gave him a small amount of happiness. Karan was always grateful to her; to be honest, he has always looked foward for these dinners. When he had match out of country, he used to be upset because that mean, no dinner at Arora House.

Small conversations began between them, waiting for dinner. The ladies were in the kitchen while the youngsters and Mahesh remained in the living room. Arhaan was entertaining them. He was a cheerful and mischievous boy, like his chucks, and has this innocence in him where one can't remain angry with him for a long time, like his maasi Preeta.

Karan tried hard to participate in the conversation with his siblings but his eyes would betray him, despite resisting many times, and would went on the stairs, waiting for this person to come. His heart just wanted a glimpse of her; he feel incomplete if he doesn't see her. Karan wanted to smack himself.

'Control Karan. You are behaving like a love-sick teenager. Remember, you're supposed to be upset at her. Stop acting so desperate.' He thought. He was so relieved when his mom came to call them for dinner.

"Won't you call Preeta?" Preeta's dadi asked Sarla when everyone settled around the table.

"Don't worry beeji. Maybe she's sleeping that's why she asked us not to disturb her. You know how busy she is at the hospital," Beeji nodded, "When she came down, I will serve her her dinner. Please everyone eat." Sarla said, taking her food herself.

In Preeta's room, madam was completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, her full concentration was on the screen or should I said on the man who was batting.

"Com'on Karan, Com'on, you can do it and it's a SIX. YIPPEE." Preeta shouted and started jumping up and down in happiness. Only 20 minutes left for the game to end. Both team was neck to neck. She knew that India's gonna win but still prayed.

"3..2..1..and it's finished. INDIA WINS!" Preeta jumped on her bed while looking at the screen where Karan's teammates jumped on him. Preeta had a big smile on her face. She didn't know the results of the match as she took care to not spoil herself and asked people she met not to tell her the results.

Preeta put on her headset and started dancing. She opened a bottle of beer and was about to drink when she stopped, "Oops! I forgot the chocolate cake. Thank god I bought it yesterday. Let me go and get it."

Preeta unlocked the door, still dancing in happiness with the headset on and music blasting through the speakers. She was listening to 'Abhi Toh Party Shuru Hui Hai', which reflected her celebrating mood. She was dancing to its rythm while entering the dining room to go to the kitchen.

"Yeh to bas shuruaat hai...arey abhi toh party shuru hui haaaiiii," Preeta trailed when she noticed the Luthra family who was already staring at her. Her mom was looking embarrassed.

Preeta put the headset around her neck and rubbed her hairs, "Uhh hi?" She said uncertainly.

Moments before Preeta entered, everyone was halfway in their dinner when they heard footsteps. Karan looked up to see Preeta entering, still oblivious to her surroundings and his mouth went dry. His eyes roamed from the top to the bottom and he gulped painfully.

She was wearing a cricket T-shirt which end a bit below her bum and a mid-thigh short where her milky legs were displayed. Her hair was tied in a messy bun and she was wearing her glasses. Karan tried hard to not look at her legs and instead focused on her face which was showing shock and confusion.

He groaned as even with these expressions, Preeta was looking so hot. He turned his attention towards Sameer and narrowed his eyes a him when he saw him ogling at Preeta. He nudged him with his elbow and glared at him when Sameer looked at him. 

"Don't be jealous bhai. She is yours." Karan nudged him again while Sameer laughed silently.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't know that you guys were coming else I would have been here sooner." Preeta said embarrassingly.  

"No no it's okay Puttar. Come have dinner." Rakhi said smilingly.

"Dr Pretty what are you doing here? By the way, you are looking hot! Right chucks?" Arhaan exclaimed. 

Preeta's gaze went on Karan who was looking uncomfortable. Preeta stared at him in confusion and then realisation dawned upon her. She looked at her clothes, then at Karan who was still avoiding her gaze, then to Shrishti's teasing face. Preeta turned a deep scarlet and coughed to break the awkwardness which have settled after Arhaan statement.

"Arhaan! Don't say that!" Rishabh scolded Arhaan.

"I-It's okay Rishabhji. Thank you Prince. I-I'll just go and change. Please continue your dinner." Preeta turned and ran out of the room. Karan widened his eyes when he saw the back of her T-shirt.

Roo, who was sitting on the other side of Karan, leaned closer to him and said with a smirk, "That's your shirt, right? You said it was lost."

"I thought that too." He said, still in shock by the fact that Preeta stole his favorite shirt. He had made everyone gone mad in searching that shirt. That was one of his favorite cricket T-shirt; TKL is written at the back with the number 10.

"I know what you are thinking and it's not like that. Now stop making this face and eat quietly." Karan said glaring at her.

Sameer, who heard what Roo said, looked at Shrishti, who was trying not to laugh. "That's what you were talking about?" Sameer asked her accusingly. Shrishti looked at him innocently. 

"Don't act so innocent now. You knew that Karan bhai's T-shirt was with her and she was wearing that right now." Shrishti grinned and Sameer shook his head, "Shrish, you are such a meany! You could have spared us the trouble. You know what Karan had put us through because of this T-shirt. Poor Preeta, she's your best friend yaar. You could have given her a heads up. See how embarrassed she was."

"She was too busy to watch Karan sir's match than checking her phone. It's her habit since London," Sameer raised his brows, "Shivani always sent me her photos. I will tell you later."

Upstairs in her room, Preeta locked her door and rested her back against it. She messaged Shrishti and glared at the text. She cleaned her room and changed into a pair of jeans and a simple kurti. She combed her hair to make it more presentable. Then, she left her room after making sure she was looking okay.

Shrishti burst out into a laugh when she received Preeta's text.

"JHALLI! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. You couldn't text me about your arrival with Luthras. Oh god, it was so EMBARRASSING!"  

"What happened Shrishti?" Ananya asked. Shrishti shook her head in no. At the same time Preeta entered and threw a glare at Shrishti.

"Dr Pretty! sit here," Preeta smiled at Arhaan and sat next to him.

Everyone started admiring the bond between them. Although Arhaan know her for around one week, he had warmed up to her pretty quickly and we could see he loves her even though he doesn't know the truth. Ananya could see in Preeta's eyes the pain that her own nephew doesn't know her and she felt guilty.

Yes, she was angry at her but she didn't have the right to separate her child from an aunt, she's family after all. This was between them; the rest shouldn't suffer. 

"Dr Pretty you didn't tell me why you are here?" Arhaan asked curiously. Preeta looked around helplessly. The rest were glancing at Ananya and gave Preeta a pity look. Before Preeta could replied, Ananya spoke up.

"Your Dr Pretty is the daughter of your nani.....she is my younger sister." Preeta looked at her in shock and tears.

"SACHII! She is my aunt?" Arhaan exclaimed happily. Ananya nodded and avoided Preeta's gaze. Rishabh side-hugged her and hold her hand. Ananya smiled at him gratefully.

"Yess I'm your aunt. You can call me maasi." Preeta said, rubbing his hairs.

"Nooo, not my hair. I spent so much time to style it," Preeta widened her eyes and narrowed them at Karan, who raised his hands in defeat. "I'm going to call you pretty maasi, okay?" Preeta agreed. 

Everyone had tears in their eyes. Sarla mouthed 'thank you' to Ananya who just smiled. Karan stared at Preeta, feeling very happy for her. He knew how it was breaking Preeta whenever Arhaan looked at her as a stranger instead of family. Finally the truth is out, Preeta looked happier as well as Arhaan. He always wanted Preeta to be part of his family and his wish came true even if it was different from what he wanted.

After dinner, all returned back into the living room. Preeta, Shrishti and Rakhi helped Sarla in cleaning the plates. Then, Shrishti brought the cake on which 'congratulations Karan' was written and called everyone for cutting.

Karan, together with Arhaan, cut it and made Rishabh ate the first bite, then his mom, dad, Sameer etc. He made Preeta eat too and she made him ate in return, without breaking their intense eye-contact.

After eating, Karan excused himself and went in the garden. Preeta, who was talking with Kritika and Roo, excused herself too and went in her room. She took her open-beer bottle and sneaked in the kitchen. She took out the chocolate cake and hid it behind her and went in the garden. 

Karan was sitting on the swing, a beer bottle in his hand. Preeta smiled and plopped next to him. Karan looked at her and turned back his attention on the flowers.

"How about we celebrate your win our way?" Preeta suggested. Karan looked at her then at the box and beer in her hand. They both stood up and Preeta followed Karan to his car, messaging Shrishti that they were going out for sometimes. 

After 10 minutes drive, they reached their destination. Karan locked his car and both went in the forest and sat on the bridge. Before Karan cut the cake, Preeta stopped him.

"I never got to congratulate you so congratulations. I knew that you were going to win this match." Karan smiled and hugged her. Preeta froze.

This was their real first hug after 5 years. The other time, Karan was drunk so it didn't really count. Preeta closed her eyes and hugged him back tightly, absorbing his warm and the feel of his arms wrapped around her. She was the perfect piece just like a puzzle. Karan also had his eyes closed; feeling content to have her back in his arms, all the pain, anger and misunderstandings forgotten for a bit. Slowly, they broke their hug. Preeta tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears.

"By the way, that last six, was it for me?" She said teasingly, wanting to lighten up the mood.

Karan smirked and came closer to her. Her breathing got uneven. She looked at him nervously and Karan smiled at his effect on her. "What do you think? Was it for you or not?" He whispered in her ears. Preeta shivered when his hot breath hit her ear.

"I-I uhm hmm," Preeta moaned softly when Karan bit her earlobe. Her hand went towards his chest and rested there. "K-Karan, what are you d-do-oing ahh," Preeta moaned again when Karan placed a feathery kiss below her ears. Karan slowly looked at her face where she had her eyes closed. 

"What happened Preeta Arora? You can flirt so easily with me on text, winked at me but when I do the same, you turn shy." Preeta opened her eyes to find him smirking and pushed him away.

"I-It's not like that and I think, no no, I know it's for me because I saw you tapped your heart and pointed your finger at the camera." Karan looked at her in awe. 

"You watched the match?" he asked and Preeta nodded and said, "Yes I did. I didn't miss any of your matches once in these five years." Karan looked at her and both shared an emotional eye-lock.

"Even though I wasn't there with you, I have always watched yours only and celebrated it our way when you won. I made a promise to you and I didn't want to break it like I broke some." Preeta said, her voice cracked at the end.

"When did you watch it? Sarla Aunty said you came home late and you were sleeping." Preeta smirked and came closer to him this time.

"Who said I was sleeping? I was just watching my man played. You know," Preeta put her finger on his chest and slowly trailed it to his abs, Karan shuddered, "He's so hot in his cricket uniform that I just want to-" Karan covered her mouth with one hand while the other held her finger, cheeks already red. Preeta looked at him innocently. 

"Don't start something which can't be stopped later." Karan said huskily and then glared at her, "My T-shirt, when did you stole this from me?" Preeta's eyes turned sad. She sat back in her place, putting some space between them.

"U-Uh you remember the night of graduation we spent the night at Luthra Villa. My clothes were wet because of the rain and I-I asked you. You told me I could take it." Karan tried to remember.

"Maybe I don't know. Then why didn't you give me it back?" Preeta smiled sadly.

"You forgot? The next day, we had that fight w-where," Preeta gulped her tears, "Our friendship ended. Then you left for Pune and I left the country." Karan froze. 

For a moment, he had forgotten that there was still differences between them. He was so caught up and emotional by the fact that she continued their traditions that he forgot the harsh and cold reality; Preeta left him. He didn't know about her whereabouts for a year, leaving him in extreme worry and anger. The anxiety he felt, the dark sleepless night, his nearly depression. His eyes turned cold and emotionless. Preeta saw that and sighed sadly.

"I'm happy I didn't give it back. It was my sole source of peace; it had your scent on it which always made me felt home whenever I wore it or used it as a cuddle-buddy. Wearing it and watching your matches always made me feel like I'm with you in this stadium or you being here with me in London. It made me feel safe, because I feel only safe with you, me in your arms. This is my safety...my home." Karan closed his eyes painfully.

Years ago, he were dying to hear these words but now, he couldn't. It was making him weaker, harder for him to not forgive her and took her back in his life. His trust has been broken, his heart was in millions of pieces. He knew that he had given her a chance to win him again but it wasn't that easy. The fear of getting his trust broken again was stopping him from taking a step forward. 

Preeta still had secrets. She wasn't completely honest with him. She is saying that she wants to earn his trust again but why does he feel it's not true? Why does he feel she has another motive? Can he forgive her easily? People may think he is overreacting but he is not.

Imagine coming home with your mind made-up to apologise to get to know that your love of your life left you and your family without a trace, just only a letter which says that she was feeling suffocated? What did she mean by that? She got bored of them? Was she feeling restricted? Did she want more freedom? More space? From whom? So much questions which were left unanswered but the first question that came to Karan's mind when he read that letter...

Did she left because of me? Was she so hurt that she was feeling so suffocated that she decided to run away just because of me? Was I the reason behind her step? Was I the cause of the destruction of a family? 

"I just need one night. One night Karan. Let's enjoy this night as karela and Kareli. Not Tkl nor babydoll. The old Karan and Preeta; who doesn't have any conflicts between them, betrayal, pain any negative feelings, who once a time know only to fight, the Karan and Preeta at the beginning of their friendship. Just one night I beg you. Let's just be us." Preeta pleaded. Karan found himself nodding. Preeta smiled and lunged herself in his arms. Karan hugged her back tightly.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Preeta said.

"Madam, first rule of friendship; no sorry no thank you," Preeta chuckled, "Now wipe these tears. You are looking ugly." Preeta made an 'o' face and pouted.

"Youu Karelaaa. Ugh!" Karan laughed at Preeta's annoyed face.

"Haha continue to fight with me later. Let's cut this cake. I'm hungry." Karan said rubbing his hand together.

"You ate so much food at dinner plus even a piece of cake, you are telling me you are still hungry? Slow down Luthra else you will become fat." Preeta teased.

"You had seen my body baby? I have abs only. You are the one who have fats." Preeta started beating him, "Okay okay stop. I'm sorry." Karan held her hands and Preeta huffed.

"You better be. I'm not fat okay?" Preeta said warningly. Karan bit a smile and nodded, "Okay enough of this and cut the cake!" Karan smiled at her childish behavior.

Karan held one of Preeta's hand and made her cut the cake with him. He made her took a bite and Preeta gave him one too before smashing his face in the cake. Preeta laughed at his chocolate face. She took a snap of him and continued to laugh. Karan looked annoyed.

"How I miss doing that!" Preeta exclaimed, wiping off a tear.

"How I did not miss that! Kya yaar. It's a waste of cake. I though we had an agreement that you will stop smashing my face in the cake." Karan made a cry-baby face. Preeta pinched his cheeks.

"Aww my Karan is mad. Aww my cutiee." Preeta continued to pinch his cheeks and laughed. Karan smirked and brought her closer. Preeta stopped laughing and became nervous.

"Babydoll-" Preeta smiled hearing that, "I'm The Karan Luthra. People find me hot, handsome, dashing but not cute." Preeta raised her brows.

"These people need to get their eyes check. From which angle do you look hot? For me, you look like a donkey." Preeta giggled.

"Haha very funny," Karan said sarcastically, "On one hand there are my female fans who can die to be in my arms, to compliment me, to flirt with me and then there is you, huh, kareli, hopeless case." Karan turned his face.

Preeta turned green with jealousy. She grabbed his collar and puller him more closer. Karan looked at her with wide eyes. Preeta went to his ears and Karan shivered at the sensation he felt. That girl really doesn't know what effect she had on him and if she knows, well she is using it very well.

"Listen well Karan Luthra, you may have as many fans you want but no-one, and I repeat no-one, has any right to touch you, flirt with you, kiss you, to be in your arms because these are only my rights. No-one can make you feel like how I do. You are only mine, understand?" Preeta whispered huskily.

Karan nodded and groaned when Preeta licked his cheeks, where chocolate cream was present. Preeta moved her lips towards his neck and bit the skin below the ear. Karan moaned in pleasure when Preeta started sucking it to reduce the pain. 

"I need words Karan. Do you understand?" Preeta whispered again, placing small kisses from his ear to his neck and kissed the hickey she left on his neck.

"Y-Yes-ss ughh." Karan groaned again at the immense pleasure he was feeling. He had his eyes closed and was enjoying the sweet torture Preeta put him through.

"Yes who?" Preeta said seductively. Her lips hovered over his. Their breath mingled together. If Karan tilted his head a bit, their lips would be touching.

"Yess babydoll." Karan looked in her eyes when he said that.

Preeta could see the fire of desire clouding his eyes. Preeta smiled and kissed near his lips. Karan groaned at her tease. He really wanted to feel her soft plump lips on his, moving in sync with each other. Preeta slowly dragged her lips to his other cheek, eating the chocolate on his face. This action was turning Karan on. He was really trying to control himself.

Preeta put a last long kiss on his cheeks and returned back to her original position. She took her beer and said cheers raising the bottle. She watched as Karan opened his eyes in confusion and blinked them, breaking from the spell he was under. He looked so disoriented. Preeta giggled in her mind.

"Huh? Ohh," He readjusted himself and cleared his throat, "C-Cheers." He said in a hoarse voice, clinking his bottle with Preeta's. Both took a long sip and ate some cake.

They didn't bring up what just happened nor did they have the courage to do so. Karan couldn't help but feel disappointed when they didn't kiss despite knowing it was for the best.

Things would have get too complicated and awkward if that happened. It's not as if he didn't kiss her; yes he did one time by accident. They didn't talk for one week when that happened but then they talked and moved on as if nothing happened.

But if they kissed right now given the situation they were in, it would really complicate things as if it wasn't enough complicated. He knew it was for the best but goddd why did she did that to him. Why was she so bold and such a tease? What happened to the Preeta who would blush then slap him if he flirted with her? He liked his innocent babydoll but he can't deny that he was liking that one too.

Both finished their beer and cake and picked up their trash. Karan had received a message from Sameer who informed him that they were already home. Karan replied him okay and told him he would be home in 20 minutes after dropping Preeta home.

The car journey was silent. Preeta put on the radio and coincidentally, the song 'abhi toh party shuru hui hai' was playing. Preeta's eyes widened and she quickly shut it off and looked out of the window. In the corner of her eyes, she could see Karan glancing at her teasingly.

"Don't say a word," Preeta warned. Karan gave her an innocent look.

"I didn't say anything," Preeta again looked out of the window, "but can I know the reason why you were dancing earlier?"

"Why? Can't a woman dance? I was happy, my country won the match so I was celebrating." Karan smirked and said nothing.

They arrived at Arora House. It was nearly midnight. Karan turned off the engine. Preeta didn't move. Both remained silent.

"Well I had fun tonight," Preeta smiled, "But that doesn't mean that I forgave you. One week is over. You still have 3 weeks left to appease me. Don't forget." Karan said.

"Don't worry I'm not someone who give up so easily. I had fun too. Drive carefully, you had alcohol."

"Com'on Preeta. You and I know these beer bottle doesn't even contain 1% of alcohol and I had only one bottle," Preeta rolled her eyes, "Fine, I will drive carefully." Preeta smiled and opened the door. She got out and turned but stopped when Karan called her again.

"By the way, you can keep the T-shirt. It looks better on you than me. You should wear it more often, you looked hot in it." Karan winked at her. Preeta's face reddened a bit.

"And you look so sexy and innocent when I left you hot and bothered. Don't forget to take a shower when you get home." With that said, Preeta turned on her heels but turned again towards him who was literally red, "Oh and an advice for you, ask Roo or Kritika for some make up but I won't mind if you left it like this. The world would get to know that famous cricketer Karan Luthra belongs to someone."

"What do you mean?" Karan said confusely. Preeta signed him his neck and winked at him. She turned and went towards her house, swaying her hips a bit. Karan groaned at her action and touched his neck where he felt a small bump. His eyes widened and his face heated even more.

"She gave me a HICKEY. Oh god, this girl will be the death of me. But she's right, I really need a shower... A cold one to be precised." Karan drove away after making sure that Preeta got inside.

Screen split into Preeta's smirking face and Karan reddening face.

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5400+ words
Did you guys expect Preeta to be that bold?👀

I hope I did justice. It's my first time writing these scenes. The more important question I wanna ask...
Did I raise the temperature? 😏😂.

To be honest, I was really excited to write this chapter. That's why I updated earlier. Next update will probably be on Friday.

What do you think about this part? Did you guys felt embarrassed for Preeta because I did 😂. Arhaan finally got to know that Preeta is his aunt 🥺. And the highlight of this chapter; Preeran romantic scene 🔥😏.

We got to see a bit about Preeta and Rishi relationship, they are cute 🥺. Talking about Rishi, you guys know what is happening with Pearl V Puri and I believe he's innocent. I know he is. Humanity is really becoming rare nowadays. I hope truth and justice prevails till then #Istandwithpearl

06/06/2021