"I don't want to become the kind of Adwait who would rip every single skin cell off any man who dares to have even the faintest touch upon your skin," He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her earlobe.
Nitya's heart raced in response to his words. Sh...
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I walked into the restaurant and my senses were immediately captivated. The low murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the sizzling of fresh ingredients on the grill all combined to create a warm and inviting ambiance.
"It's been so long since my last visit," I uttered. A sense of nostalgia washed over me.
My gaze landed on Samar who was engrossed in conversation with the receptionist. One hand was rested casually on the table as he leaned in, while the other was tucked away in his pocket.
Hearing my voice, he finally tore his gaze away from the receptionist and turned to me with a grin. "Ah, I vividly remember the last time you were here," he chortled.
I rolled my eyes at his comment, knowing exactly what he was implying. It's one of my father's restaurants. Three years ago, I celebrated my birthday here and it was chaotic to say the least.
I couldn't forget that night. It was supposed to be a fun and memorable evening but it had turned into a complete disaster for me. To make matters worse, the head of staff, a girl who worked at the restaurant had been clinging to me all night to try to seduce me in front of my friends.
Samar had been with me the entire time in order to keep me out of trouble and keep the girl at bay.
"Come, let's retreat to the seating quarters," Samar circled his arm around my neck.
The manager caught sight of us and sauntered over with a warm smile. "Sir, please follow me. I'll take you to the VIP section."
I gave a nod and we trailed after him. He ushered us up to the top floor using the elevator. The VIP section unfolded before us. It was all cozy vibes and charm with cushy chairs and gentle lighting that bathed the room in a cozy glow. I sank into the chair giving a wave of relaxation to my legs.
My eyes scanned the menu and although there were plenty of options, they were immediately drawn to the Amritsari Chicken Masala - a bold and spicy dish. I could practically smell the aromatic blend of Indian spices just reading the menu description.
Samar, on the other hand, seemed to have his sights set on a more classic dish: Spaghetti with meatballs.
Placing the order, I couldn't resist the temptation to add a nice bottle of red wine to complement our meal.
"I'm going on a date with Natasha," Samar announced causing my head to snap in his direction in shock.
I had assumed he was just in a flirty mood with her but it seemed things had escalated.
"Is it a date or just a casual hook-up?" I sought clarity on their intentions.
I knew him all too well. He was the type who would do anything but commit to a serious relationship. He often admitted that he wasn't mature enough to handle one, so he would bring up the topic of casual dating in the very first meeting with the girl.
