HELLO GIRLS, A game is about to be played, and here are the rules. Go on. Giggle and be traumatised, cause I. Do. Care.
WELCOME TO THE MAFIA AUCTION GAME—BUT MAKE IT FUN, WILD, AND A LITTLE TOO REVEALING.
THE RULES 😌
1. Each person gets an "auction budget"—which is fake, duh. Let’s say everyone starts with 10 million imaginary bucks.
2. One person is “up for auction” at a time, and the others will “bid” to ask them a question or give them a challenge.
3. The person being auctioned has NO choice but to obey the highest bidder. (This is where things get interesting, hehehe.)
4. If they refuse to answer a question, they get a dare instead. And NO, they can’t choose the dare—it’s decided by the group.
5. If they refuse the dare too? They take a vodka shot.
THE STAGE (Fake obv!!)
Dimmed lights. Scattered cushions. A half-empty bottle of vodka (because someone—probably Adhwit—started early). — Isha and Shreesh are already yelling at each other before the game even begins. — Aditya is acting like he doesn't want to play, but he's secretly sweating bullets because what if someone asks about Sahira? — Dhruv? That man is there for the drama, sipping his drink like he’s watching a reality show. — Nakshatra? She thinks she’s safe. (She’s not.)
N A K S H A T R A
THE FIRST AUCTION BEGINS!!
"I’m feeling generous today," Isha announced, cracking her knuckles. "So let’s start with someone who thinks they’re safe."
Her mischievous gaze locked onto me.
Oh, hell no.
Before I could protest, Shreesh, the literal devil, raised his imaginary bidding paddle. "5 million on Bhabhi Maa."
"7 million," Dhruv smirked.
"10 million," Adhwit deadpanned, sipping his drink.
WHAT.
I turned to him, mouth hanging open. "Excuse me!?"
"Mine," he shrugged, like he just bought a designer bag instead of auctioning his own wife.
Isha smirked. "And SOLD! Adhwit gets to ask Nakshatra anything he wants."
Oh, this was bad.
Adhwit leaned in, voice dark and slow. "Tell me, mi pequeña traviesa... What’s the most sinful thought you’ve had about me?"
Oh. Oh, no.
The moment those words left Adhwit’s mouth, the entire room exploded.
Isha screamed. Shreesh rolled off the couch, wheezing. Aishwarya clutched her heart like she was witnessing a moment that would go down in history.
And me?
I was about to have a cardiac arrest.
"You—" My voice died in my throat as I turned to Adhwit, whose lips were curled in a slow, dangerous smirk.
That bastard.
That cocky, overconfident, insufferable man who knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Dhruv just sipped his drink, enjoying my downfall. Aditya, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to drown in it.
"Well?" Isha leaned forward, eyes glinting. "We’re waiting, Miss ‘I Think I’m Safe.’"
I regretted everything.
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