Myra told herself she wasn't affected.
That this was just another round of their never-ending game, another battle of wits, another challenge waiting to be won.
But the way Arjun was looking at her?
Like he wasn't playing anymore?
That was dangerous.
She exhaled sharply. "You act like you know me, Khanna."
His smirk didn't waver. "I do know you."
She scoffed. "You think you do."
Arjun tilted his head, his voice dipping lower. "I know that if I walked away right now, you'd hate it."
Her breath hitched. "You're so full of yourself."
"And yet," he mused, watching her carefully, "you still haven't told me I'm wrong."
Sanya, who had been pretending not to eavesdrop, hummed under her breath. "He's got a point."
Myra shot her a glare. "Stay out of this."
Arjun leaned back, looking fa
