❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
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Qatra Qatra Main Jalun, Sharm Se Tere Milun, Jism Tera Moum, Ka Pighla Dun...
A B H I M A N Y U
Amisha kept glaring at me, and I answered with an amused smile as I reached for another brownie from the container.
Before I could take another one, she snatched the container away from me. I stared at her, genuinely offended. She simply held it against her chest, glaring at me as if I had committed some unforgivable crime by sharing it with Khushi.
"So," Khushi asked, glancing between us curiously, "are you dating anyone?" The question was innocent but I still looked at Amisha before answering.
I found her already watching me.
"No," I said calmly. "I have things to finish before I think about marriage and love."
Her eyes rolled so hard it was almost impressive.
Relax, doll. I will give those eyes a better reason to roll one day.
"So what kind of girl do you like?" Khushi asked, clearly entertained by the conversation.
I leaned back in my chair, pretending to think. "The kind of girl who knows how to enjoy life..actually the one who loves to eat." I replied casually.
The words sounded innocent. They weren't. A second later, something lightly hit my shoulder.
I turned slowly.
Amisha. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were anything but. There was irritation there, mixed with something she would never admit to.
Jealousy and the fact that I noticed it made me want to smile.
"And you know what kind of girl I hate?" I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on her.
She narrowed her eyes. "The kind who doesn't enjoy her life," I said, my voice lowering slightly. "The kind who survives on salads, then one who acts too bossy."
Her expression shifted for the smallest moment. Then she recovered, lifting her chin like she refused to let me win.
Khushi laughed softly at my antics, completely oblivious to the electric tension building beneath the table.
Then I felt it. Something brushing against my ankle.
Amisha's foot. I glanced at her, and there it was, a seductively playful smile gracing her lips, her eyes daring me to react. A soft ping from my phone pulled my attention away. I subtly checked the message.
It was from her.
You don't hate pleasure coming from the girl you hate, right?
My lips curled into a hidden smirk.
Touché, doll.
I shifted slightly in my chair, giving her all the room she needed to continue her bold little game without anyone noticing it. Her leg moved higher, her foot brushing against my inner thigh.
