Page 113 of Wicked Trap

Sameer looked like he was about to concede the game, but a masculine hand picked up the king and moved it away from being captured.

Annoyed, she wanted to stop the game. But her ego wanted to win over the bastard, even if it was a chess game. So she played, systematically deciding to surround the king.

But a few moves later, the bastard had her king cornered.

“You are right. You never know when a pawn could become the queen and capture the heart of the king.”

He had moved one of Sameer’s pawns to her side to the spot of the queen. And then, placed a checkmate.

She glared at him. “Queens don’t capture the heart of the enemy king. They kill them.”

His mouth twisted. “We don’t know what happens once the war is won, Miss Shetty. A pawn can turn into a queen and capture the heart of the enemy king.”

Annoyed, she got up from her chair to walk away. But she suddenly stopped.

Aryan Varma had pretended to like her to make her fall in love with him. But the bastard had genuinely been pretty possessive. She wanted to test that theory and get back at him in every way possible.

She turned to him. “You mean nothing to me,” she said. “What happened between us also meant nothing. It was only an affair. A means to satisfy an itch. You are the last man I would fall for.”

Aryan’s Varma’s eyes intensified scarily, but she was determined to poke the bull.

She looked away from him and turned to Sameer.

“You are the one I have always liked, Sameer,” she said. “I was silly not to act on it at that time.”

Sameer looked shocked and uncomfortable. She smiled, and then with an exaggerated sultry swing of her hips, she took a step closer to him.

She placed her hands on Sameer’s chest. “You know. These last few days spent together, especially away from the cameras, meant a lot to me.”

Sameer’s eyes grew wider at her implication of having had a torrid affair under the nose of Aryan Varma. “Tanvi, please,” said Sameer, who clearly looked shocked and worried too.

“Kiss me, Sameer. Let’s not care about anyone else. I like you. Maybe we should even marry...”

There was an angry growl. A moment later, it was followed by her gasp when she was dragged against a hard body.

“I’ll speak to you later, Sameer,” Aryan Varma’s voice rumbled.

“Uh... okay, Mr. Varma.”

Sameer left right away. Before Tanvi could say anything, Aryan Varma picked her up and flung her on top of his shoulder. And like a caveman that he was, he carried her away.

“Let me down, you crooked bastard! How dare you!”

He let her down, but it was in the dining area where dinner was set up on the table along with candle lights. Each day, she had her meals with Sameer, but the table was never set up in a romantic way.

“I don’t want to have dinner with you!”

He looked at her. “Then what else do want to do?” he asked. His heated gaze slowly slid over her, leaving a trail of fire on her skin.

She was pissed by her body’s reaction. “Never!” she spat. “You will never get to touch me again. What happened between us before was a terrible mistake.”

His mouth twisted into a small, scorching smile. “Never say never, princess.”

Heat exploded in her stomach and spread to her body. “Don’t call me princess! You are not the man I thought you were! I hate you!”

She turned and walked away from him and went into the bedroom before banging the door shut. She decided to take a cold shower to snap back to her senses. The ruthless bastard still had the ability to heat her body with a mere look.

Ugh.

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