Pankhuri’s mouth dropped open, a breathless, high-pitched squeak escaping her lips before she could catch herself.

Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson as she looked up at him through wide eyes.

He was staring at her , his cheeks red as hell as he sat frozen on the sofa .

"Rishuuuu galat baat!" she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and playful accusation.

Before Pankhuri could even process what had happened, Abhimanyu's hand instinctively gave her big hips another squeeze .

His breath caught sharply, his own face turning a dark shade of red as a jolt of electricity went straight through his groin .