Lawfully Yours - Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Exclusive Lounge, Midnight Club – New Delhi
As soon as they settled into their seats, Arundhati exhaled slowly, her mind refocusing on why they were here. The meeting between Anant and Sadhna was about to begin, but before she could fully immerse herself into it—
She felt it.
The faint, warm pressure of Kushal’s thigh brushing against hers.
Her spine stiffened immediately.
It wasn’t on purpose—she knew that. The seating was compact, the space tight, especially with a party of five occupying the booth. But knowing that didn’t make it any less distracting.
She inched away, creating just enough distance between them, determined to ignore the way her skin still tingled from the contact.
But Kushal?
He leaned in slightly, just close enough for his breath to fan against the shell of her ear.
“Didn’t mean to,” he murmured in a tone so low and husky, it almost didn’t reach her over the music. “But this place is too compact, so… bear with me.”
His voice did things to her.
Annoyed at herself for even reacting, she forced her attention forward.
Anant had already started speaking with Maanya and Sadhna, but just as she was about to focus, Kushal leaned in again, his words almost blending with the pulsating music.
“Why are you so damn hot?”
Her head snapped toward him this time, her eyes burning with irritation.
He was smirking, biting the inside of his cheek as if suppressing a chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing—playing with her, riling her up—like he always did.
Her glare should have warned him off.
But of course, this was Kushal Nair.
He simply leaned back a fraction, stretching his arms along the top of the couch with annoyingly relaxed ease before correcting himself—his tone mock-innocent.
“I meant your body temperature.” His eyes flickered over her, slow and observant. “There’s a lot of heat radiating from you tonight. I hope you don’t have a fever. I was just checking.”
She clenched her jaw.
Liar.
That was not what he meant the first time, and they both knew it.
He had egoistically flirted with her, but now twisted his words to make it seem like something else—so smoothly, so casually, that no one would even notice.
It was maddening.
Because this was Kushal.
A man who could say one thing and mean ten different things, his voice dripping in so much arrogance, rawness, and ego, it was impossible to tell when he was being serious—or when he was simply playing her.
“Are you flirting with me, Kushal?”
There was a pause.
A beat too long, a stare too intense.
His gaze locked with hers before he simply smirked.
“Not interested.”
Her blood boiled as he casually sipped his drink as if the entire exchange meant nothing to him.