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‘You can’t force me to go, or to do anything that I don’t want to,’ Meethi said pugnaciously.

She wouldn’t be browbeaten this time. She would live life on her own terms. Her time away had matured her, made her stronger, and she would not be bullied.

Veer felt as if she had struck him. She was shamelessly defying him! He looked at her in burning fury.

‘And what will you do?’ he asked dangerously, a flash of rage crossing his face.

‘You can’t guard me all the time. As soon as I find a chance I’ll run away,’ Meethi said defiantly, her eyes shooting sparks.

Her mutinous expression inflamed him further. He pulled her to him and his mouth swooped down on hers with pent-up fury and desire, silencing further protests. He wanted to punish her, kiss her senseless and douse the fire that she effortlessly ignited in him.

The touch of her lips was like ambrosia, sharpening his thirst, and his tongue swiped at her luscious lower lip, nibbling at it in tiny bites. Parched after the long absence, they drank thirstily from each other, not pausing even to breathe. He hadn’t forgotten how good she always tasted and was pleased to know that she too wasn’t immune to the inferno that blazed whenever they touched.