Page 64 of Entangled Vows
Mahika stared at him, shocked, her mouth slightly agape. “You actually drank it? All of it?”
He gave her a tight smile. “You wanted me to drink what you made for the first time in our home. I couldn’t possibly waste it.”
“I didn’t think… I mean, I didn’t mean for you to drink the whole damn—” She reached forward as if to take the empty glass, but he stopped her with a look.
“I know exactly what you meant,” he said, his voice raspy from the burn. “You spiked my green smoothie with chillies. Now I know the reason behind your sickeningly sweet attitude.”
Her face flushed. “Don’t blame me. I just wanted you to taste your own medicine. I wanted you to know what happens when things don’t go your way and someone else takes control of your life. You made me sleep on the bed when I told you I wouldn’t share it with you. And this morning… I woke up with you spooning me from behind like some damn human heater. I had to do something to make you realise that hijacking someone’s choices is not okay!”
He leaned closer, his voice lethal. “You could’ve smacked me, you witch. Not attempted culinary homicide.”
She opened her mouth and snapped it shut again. A flicker of guilt crossed her face. “I was just messing with you… trying to teach you a lesson. I didn’t think you’d actually—”
“Finish it? No. You didn’t think… at all. You don’t fucking know me, Momo.”
Silence stretched between them.
And then he smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
“You started this war, Mahika,” he murmured, his voice hard as steel. “Now let me tell you exactly how I plan to win it.”
Her brows lifted, a defiant glint flashing in her eyes, but he saw it. A tiny hitch in her breath. Beneath all that sass, she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. And that made him grin.
“You should be scared,” he said, sliding the gear into park, his voice low and razor-sharp. “Because I don’t believe in revenge.”
She tilted her head in confusion. “What?”
He turned his head slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as the burn of the chilli still scorched his throat.
“I believe in annihilation.”
Before she could even blink, his hand slid around the side of her neck in a firm yet gentle grip, pulling her in, and his lips crashed onto hers with a pressure that was pure heat and utterly consuming.
Her breath caught mid-gasp. She froze for a second as if she wasn’t sure this was happening. But then, God help him, she responded, melting into him. Her lips parted, and a soft, needy moan escaped her as she leaned into him, matching his fire with her own.
The kiss deepened, and his fingers threaded into her hair as he angled her mouth beneath his. It was chaos and heat, punishment and possession, every unspoken word between them bleeding into this one all-consuming kiss. She tasted likerebellion, like a whole lot of trouble, yet she carried a sweetness he hadn’t known he needed until now.
He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe they were kissing. And just as his hand slid down to her jaw, just as her fingers fisted in the front of his shirt—
A sharp honk broke through the air.
They suddenly broke apart, breathless, their lips swollen from the kiss, their hearts pounding as if they’d just ran a marathon.
Mahika blinked, snapping back to reality as colour rushed to her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell, and her eyes were wide with disbelief... and something else. It made Vikram want to pull her right back in and kiss her like crazy again.
A sharp tap on the window broke the moment. Vikram turned and slowly rolled it down to find a sceptical cop in uniform peering in. The cop recognised Vikram as soon as he saw him.
“Everything okay here, Khurana Sahab?” the officer asked.
Not knowing how to respond, Vikram exhaled slowly, then smiled wryly at the officer. “No, officer. We have a major problem.”
Mahika’s eyes widened, and the officer straightened, alert now. “What kind of problem?”
Vikram tilted his head towards Mahika, his eyes still locked on hers as he drawled, “My wife is driving me absolutely insane, and I’m afraid there’s no cure.”
The officer blinked, caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief, then coughed awkwardly. “Uh… I… understand. Please, just… try to keep it civil in public.”
Vikram nodded seriously, as if he meant to follow every word. “We just got married, but we’ll do our very best.”
