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Not acknowledging it.
Like it hadn’t shaken him too.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she forced herself to breathe, to ignore the way her body still tingled from the contact as they finally reached the VIP section.
And there, waiting for them, was Sadhna Mukherjee.
She was seated in the plush leather booth, large black sunglasses covering half her face, her designer scarf wrapped tightly around her neck as if she were dodging the paparazzi, too.
Beside her sat Maanya Kapoor, the city’s second-best divorce lawyer. Arundhati’s only real competition. Maanya was brilliant, ruthless, and just as cutthroat as Kushal when it came to twisting the law to her advantage. Tall, striking, dressed in an all-black power suit, she looked like a woman who didn’t take losing lightly. Her eyes flicked up the moment they arrived, landing on Arundhati first before settling on Kushal.
“Kushal Nair,” she drawled, leaning back. “You never fail to make things interesting. Forcing Anant and Sadhna to meet in their respective lawyers’ presence, huh? Smart.”
“I do my best.” Kushal smirked.
Arundhati rolled her eyes.
Sadhna pushed her sunglasses up onto her head and sighed dramatically, looking at Anant, who stiffened, unable to form any words at the moment.
“Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Arundhati said. “We didn’t come here just to sit and drink. Let’s get to the point.”
They all sat down. Kushal slid in beside Arundhati, the warmth of his body a little too close for comfort.
But she refused to let it affect her, even if every nerve in her body still remembered how he had felt against her just minutes ago.
And from the way Kushal leaned back in his seat, his smirk never faltering, she knew he wasn’t forgetting it either.
Chapter 6
Exclusive Lounge, Midnight Club – New Delhi
As soon as they settled into their seats, Arundhati exhaled slowly, her mind refocusing on why they were here. The meeting between Anant and Sadhna was about to begin, but before she could fully immerse herself in it, she felt a faint, warm pressure of Kushal’s thigh brushing against hers.
It wasn’t on purpose, she knew that. The seating was compact, the space tight, especially with a party of five occupying the booth. But knowing that didn’t make it any less distracting.
She inched away, creating just enough distance between them, determined to ignore the way her skin still tingled from the contact.
But Kushal?
He leaned in slightly, just close enough for his breath to fan against the shell of her ear.
“Didn’t mean to,” he murmured in a tone so low and husky, it almost didn’t reach her over the music. “But this place is too compact, so… bear with me.”
His voice did things to her. Even now! After all these months! Annoyed at herself for even reacting, she forced her attention forward.
Anant had already started speaking with Maanya and Sadhna, but just as she was about to focus, Kushal leaned in again.
“Why are you so damn hot?”
Her head snapped toward him this time.
He was smirking, biting the inside of his cheek as if suppressing a chuckle. He knew exactly that he was playing with her, riling her up, like he always did.
Her glare should have warned him off.
But of course, this was Kushal Nair.
He simply leaned back a fraction, stretching his arms along the top of the couch with annoyingly relaxed ease before correcting himself.
