Counterattack!
(Like last chapter, I posted relevant pics in paragraph comments to help your creative mind.)
"Oh girl, so you wanna play with fire?"
-I replied back as my lips arched up in a sly smile.
Not losing to her, I held her hand tightly which she was using to hook my chin.
Seeing her slightly surprised I strongly pulled her towards me.
The actions were quite fast giving Parul almost no chance for any resistance.
Like a docile kitten, she was held in my embrace.
Her face became crimson…. her ears, her nose, her neck…at a visible rate everything started turning to the deepest shades of red like the redness of the bridal chamber itself.
She tried to hide her embarrassed face in my arms but would I give her the chance?
Who told Parul to play with fire?
The music was stimulating, the audience was excited, the atmosphere was sultry, both men and women were passionate and their posture was ambiguous…everything was in perfect-sync.