Grumbling her adorable mutterings, I watch her get ready. I’m completely distracted, and about two seconds away from pinning her to the nearest wall and kissing the frown off her face when my phone rings.
Fucking Vikram.
“Code red!” he yells the second I answer.
I jerk the phone away from my ear like it bit me. “Fuck, what?”
“I... I fucked up thechhole, bro. Like bad. It’s... inedible. Ishi was busy. So I tried.Fuck. Mom was counting on me. Shalini Maasi’s got the dal makhani. Can you bring something gravy-based? Shit. I hadonejob. Shit. Shitshitshitshit.”
I groan and slap him onto speaker as I button my shirt. “Okay. Breathe. Order it fromRajinder Dhaba. It’ll take like... thirty minutes.”
Greesha gives me a look. “Who is it?”
Before I can answer, Vikram goes full banshee. “Wait. Wait.Whowas that? Was that—?”
“Shut up,” I snap. “Just order the damnchhole.”
There’s a pause. And then he gasps like a drama queen at intermission.
“IS THAT GREESHA? OH MY GOD.ISHIKAAAA!”
I wince. “Stop. Don’t—don’t tell her anything. It was supposed to be a surprise,chutiye.”
“Fine,fine,” he says, clearly grinning. “But holy shit.Bhai. I’m... happy for you.”
I can hear the smile in his voice now, and despite everything, it hits me in the chest.
“I can’t wait to meet you, my future sister-in-law,” he adds.
Greesha laughs.
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling too. Can’t help it. I really want her to meet them all.
“I’ll see you in an hour, fucker.” I hang up, exhaling. And that’s when I notice Greesha.
She’s standing there with this dangerous smirk. “Was I supposed to be a surprise?”
I groan at the ceiling.
“You know I wondered why you never had Vikram or Ishika come over.” She giggles.
I finally look her. She’s... takingoffthe jumpsuit she just spent five minutes buttoning up. Her gorgeous, tattooed, masterpiece of a body unwrapping like my own, personal gift from the universe.
I give her a wry smile and step forward. “Hate to say this, but you’re doing the exactoppositeof gift-wrapping yourself up.”
WRONG WORDS.
In a blink, I get tackled. The only way to describe the next three seconds is:I was mauled. By my panther. And mauled, I shall be.
And thank god for it.
Because the party can fucking wait. Themasala gobhiis ready and packed.
But this? This is code goddamn green.
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