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Priya felt a cold sensation as a chunk of ice cream filled her mouth, with Priyank’s breath now fanning over her chin.

‘Maybe I should eat the ice cream quickly, so he’ll leave,’ Priya thought to herself, hurriedly shoving the cone into her mouth, leaving Priyank holding the lower part.

Priyank was shocked by how she devoured the whole cone in one go.

‘Damn, she’s quick. Wonder how she’d manage with something else,’ he thought to himself.

“Now move, the ice cream’s gone. You can have the rest,” Priya said, struggling to speak as she tried to eat the massive amount she’d stuffed into her mouth.

Some ice cream fell out as she spoke.

“You’re going to choke if you keep doing that,” Priyank said, grabbing her cheeks, getting her mouth opened, and removing the chunks of ice cream.

‘Eww,’ Priya cringed as she swallowed the remaining pieces.

The urge to vomit surged in her stomach as she watched him suck the chunks of ice cream he’d removed from her mouth.

He clearly had weird habits, from the awkward first kiss to this disgusting display.

Priyank put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, eating the chunks coated with her saliva.

Priya’s revulsion only deepened as she watched Priyank casually consume the remnants of the ice cream, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort.

Feeling a mixture of disgust and indignation, Priya couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person would engage in such behaviour. It was as if Priyank had no concept of boundaries or basic hygiene.

Suppressing the urge to give him some lectures on this, Priya instead focused on regaining her composure.

As Priyank finished licking his fingers clean, he looked at Priya, who literally looked like she had seen some ghost .Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“It’s just ice cream, why are you looking at me like I’m eating shit?” Priyank asked, noticing her openly disgusted expression.

He finished the remaining part of the ice cream, waiting for a response from her, but she remained silent, prompting him to drop the subject.

Priya wanted to express how repulsive she found his actions, but she hesitated, not wanting to provoke him further.

Even if she did speak up, it might come across as though she was insulting her own mouth, which was far cleaner .

“I don’t have a problem, it’s just ice cream,” Priya said, pulling away and retreating to a corner to stare out the window, her mind racing with thoughts and the scene replaying in her head.

Everything felt so chaotic, and she struggled to comprehend his behaviour, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and unable to clear her mind.

While she had interactions with males before, none had ever come as close to her as Priyank had, especially with intimate gestures like kissing and casual hugging.

According to her, only couples do things like that .

The confusion she felt from his actions was more perplexing than any confusion she encountered during exams.

Priyank couldn’t help but smile as he watched Priya retreat to the corner, attempting to hide her discomfort.

The lingering taste of her saliva on his tongue, the sweetness in his mouth, the cold feeling on his lips and hands, and the stickiness on his fingers all served as reminders of the passionate moment they had just shared.

He was grateful for the idea of getting ice cream, as it had given them this intimate moment together.

In that moment, he felt like a lovesick puppy, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions.

The car came to a stop in front of Priyank’s house, and the driver opened the door for him. He stepped out and then moved to the other side to open the door for Priya.

Priya remained silent as he lifted her, knowing she couldn’t walk much due to the lingering pain from her office commute. Besides, it seemed like Priyank enjoyed carrying her around, a weird gesture.

“Where’s mom?” Priyank inquired as the maid opened the door, allowing him to enter the house with Priya in his arms.

“Madam has already gone to bed,” the maid replied, bowing her head respectfully.

“Okay,” Priyank acknowledged, continuing towards the stairs and making his way to his room.

Upon entering his room, he headed straight for the bathroom.

“Why are you taking me there?” Priya asked, a hint of confusion and fear in her voice, worried that he might try to bathe her again against her wishes.

“I know you don’t want me to bathe you. I’m just leaving you here because of your injured feet,” Priyank reassured her, understanding her discomfort.

He felt like a changed person, realising that he was now considering other people’s comfort and discomfort. Though he couldn’t shake the feeling that caring too much might come with its own set of consequences.

Despite his internal conflict, Priyank gently sets Priya down in the bathtub.

Priya watched him leave with a sense of relief in her eyes.

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” he reassured her softly before closing the door behind him.

Twenty minutes later, Priyank called out from outside, “Are you done, Angel?” He had taken a shower in another room and figured it was enough time for her to finish her bath.

“Yes,” Priya replied softly.

Priyank entered the bathroom and found Priya standing naked in front of the bathroom sink, trying to steady herself.

“You should have called me; your feet aren’t in any condition to walk,” he said gently, lifting her naked body into his arms and carrying her out. He placed her on the sofa before retrieving his shirt and a towel from the cupboard in his room.

“Here, dry yourself,” Priyank said, handing her the shirt and towel.

Priya felt embarrassed by how casually he saw her naked, but she reminded herself that he had bathed her before. She chose not to make a fuss about it.

Meanwhile, Priyank returns with a first aid box.

He gently took her feet in his lap and began cleaning and bandaging them again.

Her fresh scent filled the air, but this time it didn’t arouse him; instead, it brought him a sense of peace, something he hadn’t expected. He realized that ensuring her well-being was his priority, even over his own desires.

“Done. Now let’s sleep,” he said after finishing bandaging her feet. He lifted her and carried her to bed, settling beside her and softly hugging her, placing her head on his chest.

“Goodnight, Angel,” he whispered.

Priya closed her eyes, feeling exhausted and lacking the energy to resist or argue about sleeping beside him. “Goodnight,” she murmured in response, finally allowing herself to relax in his embrace.