Chapter Seven

Sarita stood by her locker, deep in thought, staring at the picture of Rajveer that she'd pasted on the door of her locker and didn't notice Vikrant standing behind her.

"Boo!" He yelled in her ear.

"Goddess!" She jumped and slammed her locker door shut in fright, only for it to catch her pinky finger and she yelped.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Let me see." He took her hand in his to examine it. Her finger was red and it was bleeding from the cut she'd sustained.

"It's... It's fine." She muttered and withdrew her hand.

"Don't be silly." He chided and took her hand again, firmly this time in his. "I know it hurts like a bitch so it's not fine." Then he surprised her by putting her finger in his mouth.

Sarita gasped and with wide eyes, looked around and saw students staring at her then at Vikrant in horror.

"What... What are you doing, Mayank?" She whispered, tugging at her hand. "Stop."

Vikrant didn't release her hand until he wanted to and even then, he still held on a lit