The next moment he broke the staring contest, picked me up on his shoulders "What the fuck are you doing ?" I screamed before he threw me on the bed and ripped my shirt apart exposing my bra " I can't fucking resist you" he whispered brushing his li...
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Arya's pov -
At a long, ornate dining table, Arvin sitting in centre, Liam on his left, then Noah and Darsh. Emir with his black stylish glasses, which he pulled out of nowhere, sitting next to me.
"I must say, this wine pairs rather well with the dish. What do you think?" Arvin looks at me, I could feel the weight of his heavy gaze.
"I think the wine is almost as captivating as the company." I replied , taking a deliberate sip while maintaining eye contact, trying to make the convo more formal.
"You always have a way with words." Arvin smirks. I guess he doesn't wish to keep it formal though. I playfully reply "Well, a girl's got to have her talents. Some of us just have more than others." A wink didn't do much harm, right ?
Emir handed me a plate "Have you tried the dessert here? It's heavenly."
Still not breaking my gaze from Arvin, I smiled "I have a sweet tooth, but I'm more interested in the main course."
Noah chuckled "Are we still talking about food?"
I smirk teasingly, my eyes fixed on our dear leader. Ohh no ! He isn't MY leader. "Were we ever?" The beatroot shade on Arvin's cheek is worth every cheesy thing I'm saying.
"Okay...Okay... here's an idea," everyone turned to Darsh "let's play a game !" He screamed raising a wine glass in his hand. "Why not !" Arvin and Liam went together, I nodded on Arvin's questioning look "yeah".
"So this game is called, " Truths "
"Wait," Emir raises a finger " and how will we know who lost ? Or who won ?" He fixes his glasses " ahh I know definitely I'll win but still".
Playing with a grape Darsh replied "You don't loose here man, it's just if you're unable to answer the question asked in truth," he stands, turns three sixty degree in most dramatic way which is humanly possible, "you'll get the," left hand in air, right hand in air, looking up at the sealing, an announcement is made "DARE !" we look at eachother. Wish I was playing russian raulatte with these men.
"Let's clap for Darsh !" The table echos with hooting and claps. Two of Arvin's fingers slide up to my shoulder, giving me tingle, shifting some hairs to behind my ear "Don't get confused," his lips wipe over my earlobe smoothly making Shiver run through my spine "they act crazy when they're drunk"
"Yayy yayy yayy Arvin, what are you doing man !" Arvin raises his arms pulling back in surrender, making his place on me void again "nothing mate" I sit back straight maintain my posture which I don't trust anymore.
"I'll turn the bottle" Liam does, hooting in background never stops. Cap points at Arvin, me, Emir, Darsh, Noah, Liam,Arvin again....me again...stops..stops at Emir, a haul echoes... it's on Emir, making him pinch the bridge of his nose.
"So, Mr Emir ! " He narrowed his eyes on Emir. Making Emir close the top three buttons of his shirt. I chuckled. "Remember we went on a mission once"
"Just once ? I can go with you a thousand times" why don't Emir and Darsh kiss ?
