Page 75 of Entangled Vows
“What do you mean?” Mahika grabbed the phone, her cheeks flaming.
And there it was. A photo of her. Already sent. ToVikram.
Two blue ticks stared back at her. Yep… he’d seen it.
Blood drained from her face.
“Ishikaaa!!! I hope the cucumber slices on your eyes turn into jalapenos!” she hissed, thrusting the phone back, while the typing dots danced on the screen.
She didn’t want to know what he was saying. She didn’t want to hear his tone, that deep, gruff baritone dripping with charm and sarcasm. Her mind kept chanting this mantra as Ishika’s smile widened. Mahika knew that smile. It meant trouble. Damn it.
“What? What did he say?” Mahika demanded, narrowing her eyes.
Ishika blinked slowly, then looked at her with a dreamy smile. “Are you sure hehatesyou?”
Mahika froze. “What?”
Ishika waved the phone teasingly. “His exact words are,‘Tell her that silver suits her. But not as much as the fire in her eyes.’”
Mahika blinked at the message, heat crawling up her neck. “The nerve of that man,” she muttered, turning away. “Who even talks like that?”
But the blush blooming on her cheeks betrayed her anger.
Ishika let out a snort. “Your dear husband, apparently.” She slipped her phone into her purse. “Come on, Mahika. Grab your bag. The spa awaits.”
Mahika sighed dramatically, pulled on her kaftan, threw her scarf over her shoulder, slipped into her sandals, and glumly followed her friend.
“Before we leave, I need to do something,” she said, her thumbs flying furiously over her phone screen.
Ishika halted mid-step. “Right now? Can’t this wait until someone rolls hot stones down your spine?”
“Nope,” Mahika popped the ‘p’. “It needs to be done by tonight.”
Ishika narrowed her eyes. “Mahi, what the hell are you doing?”
Mahika offered a sweet smile that was downright wicked. “Oh, just a little payback. Nothing wild.”
“Definenothing wild.”
“I’m going to make Grizzly’s wardrobe a little... brighter.”
Ishika blinked. “I don’t get it.”
Mahika tilted her head, her tone syrupy-sweet. “Let’s just say his monochrome obsession is about to end.”
Ishika’s jaw dropped. “Wait! Are you—”
“Shhh,” Mahika cut her off, her lips twitching. “Tonight, let the man walk into his wardrobe completely unprepared for the nightmare waiting for him.”
Ishika groaned. “You’re crazy.”
“Says the woman who drove across the city at 1 a.m. for gulab jamun.”
“That’s different!” Ishika shot back. “Radhanagar Sweets closes after midnight, and they have thebestgulab jamuns in the world. You know that.”
Mahika raised an eyebrow. “Still doesn’t make me the crazy one here.”
“Fine,” Ishika muttered, exasperated. “But what’s with this sudden vengeance streak?”
