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“Make me forget, Mithran….” She whispered huskily, shocking Mithran and herself in the process.

“Chaahat…” Her name came out as a breathy whisper. Mithran was too shocked.

“Mithran please…”

“Chaahat, you are emotionally drained now. I don’t want you to do something that you will regret the next morning.” Mithran said softly, as he tried to pry his hands out of Chaahat’s hold. But Chaahat held on tightly.

“This is a decision I am not going to regret, Mithran.” There was confidence in Chaahat’s words.

“I am sorry, Chaahat. I cannot do this.” Mithran said and sprang up from the couch.

“Why?” Chaahat asked in a heartbreaking voice and Mithran looked at her in exasperation.

“Because I love you, damn it!” Mithran said furiously and the next thing he knew was Chaahat’s lips on his.