Skanda Bharti's POV
'Wh...what are you doing here?' In the perplexed state, the question slips through my mouth before I can stop it.
My brain is numb at the overbearing hotness of the man who seems to walk straight out of a playgirl magazine. (Don't ask me how many do I own or whether I have collected any. Fine! I have seen plenty of it. A gay friend of mine was a monthly subscriber. I used to umm...peek a boo when he was over it! A girl got to have her share of fun. Come on!) and the lack of human presence around the corridor.
We are alone! I just hate how excited the little girl sounds. I really want to punch some sense in myself, right now I just have to get over this encounter. For some reason, the thought excites me. After all, we do have some unfinished business. I have to talk
