Page 74 of Entangled Vows
Thought this would suit you… Maybe I should have stayed and watched you try it on.
P.S. - Wear it to the spa. Don’t test me.
- V.K
Mahika’s blood boiled. Her cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from pure anger. She crumpled the note in her fist, her nails digging into the paper. “That… impossible... infuriating... arrogant idiot! Who does he think he is? What is the point of sending this stupid outfit?”
“Wow, that’s bold.” Her friend raised a brow, clearly amused. “He wants you to relax in style.”
Mahika’s glare sharpened. “Relax? Inthis?!”
“For the spa, babe.” Her friend grinned knowingly. “But you know it’s not just the spa. It’s the swim, steam, jacuzzi, and then the massage. You know thewholeworks.”
Mahika held it up, eyeing it sceptically. “What was he even thinking? I’m not exactly a size zero. I’ve got curves… actual boobs. Unless this thing comes with a built-in miracle, there’s no way it’s covering all this,” she pointed to her chest.
Ishika snorted. “I’m pretty sure he picked that bikini because he’s dying to see you in it.”
“He’s just messing with me,” Mahika grumbled. But then she held the bottoms and froze. Her cheeks flushed crimson. The bottom was barely more than a scraggly scrap of fabric, climbing daringly over her hips and leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
“Wait… is that it? That’s the whole thing?” she gasped.
She held it up like it might bite her. “This isn’t a bikini. It’s a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen!” She backed away as if it might leap onto her body uninvited. “There is no way in hell I’m stepping out in this. I’ve seen paper napkins with more dignity!”
“I guess that explains why he shut the spa for everyone else,” Ishika said thoughtfully.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mahika asked, narrowing her eyes.
“He won’t want anyone else seeing you in that.”
“You will,” Mahika fired back.
“Babe, I’ve seen you in all kinds of outfits. Trust me, I’m not the problem here,” Ishika said, rolling her eyes.
Mahika dropped the bikini on the bed like it had burned her hand. “That’s it? This big box for this pathetic scrap of a material?”
Ishika shoved her playfully. “Come on, suit up. Hours of pampering and indulgence are waiting for us.”
She seriously wanted to rip that scrap of fabric into pieces and send it back with an insulting note, but Ishika’s sheer excitement stopped her. Her best friend needed this break just as badly as she did.
With a resigned sigh, Mahika nodded. Fine. She’d try the damn thing.
Cursing under her breath, she snatched the swimsuit and stormed into the bathroom. To her surprise, it fit her perfectly. That alone raised more questions.
How the hell did Vikram know her body so well?
The top was surprisingly flattering, with a cut that seemed like it had been made for her. And the bottom... it was downright criminal.
Twisting to glance at her bare behind, Mahika sighed. She wasn’t shy about her body. She had curves, sure. Real womanly curves. But this thing left absolutelynothingto the imagination.
“If anyone else is at that spa, I swear…” she muttered, pinning her hair into a bun and splashing cold water on her face.
She wiped her face with a napkin and stepped out.
“Holy fucking hell,” Ishika gasped, her eyes practically popping out of her head.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mahika shrieked as Ishika held up her phone, grinning like she was about to snap a picture. “No, Ishi! Delete that right now!”
“Oh, whoopsie,” Ishika said with a not-so-innocent smile.
