333 Wrongly Blamed!

Pooja didn't even dare take a breath as his words registered in her mind.

Kiba saw the tears streaming down her face. He traced a thumb over her soft cheeks and wiped the tears.

"No need to cry," Kiba pacified her in a gentle tone.

His handsome face, kind smile, and soothing tone could have made any woman willing to discard clothes for him. But for her, it made the fine hairs on her body stood up with a tingling sensation.

"Wasn't it you who asked for this?" Kiba asked, puzzled by her reaction.

Her pupils dilated and she thought of the events that lead to her slamming on a wall. 

She realised the first punch he pulled back was very weak. It was only after she said what she said, did he slammed her with a terrifying force. Even in her worst nightmare, she never expected a statement on chivalry would result in her present state.