‘I WANT TO TAKE YOU HERE’

She was halfway closing the door when he pushed the door open and entered her room. She took a few steps back hurriedly, creating a safe distance between them before swiftly taking a hold of her dupatta and wrapped it around herself. "What are you doing here?" She spoke in her panic-stricken voice, her eyes looking anywhere but him while he was busy analysing her room and then her. "Sit," he pointed towards the chair. His voice stoic and grave. "I will but....first get-g-get out of my house," She stammered. He frowned. "Are you running that pretty little tongue on me?" He lowered his tone in a threatening yet questioning manner that made her take two more steps backwards. His eyes gave her a penetrating look, daring her to utter something against him. Her form got rebellious as she opened her mouth to speak something. "I swear, I will cut it for you, rather make you cut your own tongue if you uttered as much as a word unless I allow you to speak," he stated. She immediately shut her mo