Daring To Love Him (Sandhir Mafia Story)

23. Danishk The Prankster On The Loose

"When Uncle W. G. held out his hand to take my money, I dropped the dead mouse in his hand."
― Earl B. Russell, Cold Turkey at Nine

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Danishk bent over and huffed out a breath loudly while sweat dripped down from his forehead and chin like it was raining. Damn it! Why did he agree to do this again? Ugh! Guilt...

"What the hell are you doing over there? Don't be a sore loser and finish the game. Either way, I am winning over here."

Damn it! Danishk rushed towards the other side of the court while Prajakta dribbled the ball effortlessly. At that moment he tried very hard to focus on the ball but his gaze always traveled to those luscious curves covered under the grey tank top and those black leggings she was wearing. He froze when she neared him, her intoxicating soapy floral scent engulfed his senses while she made yet another basket with a 3-pointer.

"Yay! I win-I win-I win..."

She was literally dancing surrounding him while he was not able to get past her broad grin and her luscious figure covered in perspiration. When did sweat become sexy? Eww! He snapped out of his thoughts and turned away from her after clearing his throat.

"Whatever... so what now?"

At his question, her grin got wider than it should cause him to worry about the following events further. it's been three days since he was hospitalized and during all three days, he was getting lectured by all the four elders and his chachu repeatedly grilled into his mind that he shouldn't take further steps about the investigation without discussing with the elders which annoyed him to the core. Hence he decided that it would be best to put his energy into sports... hah! As if that will ever do good to him. His heart thudded faster than ever when she took hold of his arms and dragged him out of the basketball court.

"So this is your first dare, hence I am going easy on you! Now close your eyes and remember the first three people who come to your mind."

With a sigh, he closed his eyes after throwing a good glare at her. But his subconscious has a weird sense of humor hence the first person who came into his view was Prajakta Sharma. He jerked off from his state and opened his eyes. immediately.

"Hmm by the look of it I think you saw Dishan."

She started laughing but instead of snapping out at his name, a small smile escaped his lips for a few seconds and then he threw a glare at her causing her to stop laughing and pout a little causing him to stare at her sweet alluring lips. He cleared his throat causing her to grumble incoherently.

"Anyways... um... I know very well the three people are Ishaan, Mr. Aakash Malhotra and Ms. Shika Malhotra. Right?"

He nodded gratefully that she didn't ask him who it was and assumed everything by herself. For now, that works-

"Now you have to prank on all three of them and then record the pranking and then send it to me... as your schedule has a lot of breaks today, I guess you could pull that up."

And that caused him to freeze on his steps.

"What?"

Prajakta didn't realize that he was not going with her to their apartment block so she turned back toward him.

"What you don't want to do? Or you are running out of ideas to prank people? Or is it because you are scared? If you are scared... then I could give you something much tougher than you could think of."

Ugh! This unpredictable lady is crazier than he thought... before she could come up with more he hollered up 'I will do it' and ran towards the elevator. All Prajakta could do was laugh at his behavior and made her way to her place.