Big Bully

Rudra hurriedly extended his hand to hold Soumya on time. Winding his hand around her waist, he pulled her straight into his arms.

Soumya's hands automatically lifted to clutch his shoulders. Her face hit his bare chest and she winced in pain.

"Are you alright?" Rudra asked huskily from above her head while hugging her lightly. His eyes glinted with impishness.

He had never realized that it could be this good and refreshing to hold her in his arms.

He could sense the warmth spreading out of her soft and fragile body.

Unaware of his trick, Soumya cursed him in her heart and rubbed her aching forehead and nose. Her gaze then fell on the T-shirt in his hand.

So he wanted to take his T-shirt. Couldn't he ask her to move aside? Did he need to play with her fragile heart like this?

Soumya's lips sank downward in unhappiness. She bowed her head to not let him see her embarrassed face.