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# LAW NO 3

"Get her want to kiss you"

'You are doing it the wrong way! You can't dance Shreya!' Daya said and his hands moved to her higher back.

'Is it so? Why don't you teach me then, handsome?' asked Shreya smiling at him.

They were swaying on spot staring unblinkingly at each other on the dance floor. He twirled her around and wound his hands around her tiny waist. He leaned closer till their lips were millimetres apart but instead of kissing her, he spun himself away.

Shreya glared at him while his eyes glinted with mischief.

The song was coming to an end and he spun her once again. Her back was now pressed to his chest. Shreya looked back at him over her shoulder and tried to steady her breath as he stared into her eyes. He leant in and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. Just like a french kiss. He was teasing, yet again.

Shreya turned to him putting her hands around his neck.

'I know what you are trying to do! I've had enough now just kiss me!' she said her eyes flashing dangerously.

'Oh I would love to!' whispered Daya pressing his lips to hers.

** THE END **