Myra could lie. She could roll her eyes, scoff, walk away like she always did.
But none of those options felt right. Not this time.
Because for the first time, Arjun wasn't pushing.
He was waiting.
And that was somehow worse.
She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "What do you want from me, Khanna?"
His lips twitched, just slightly, but there was no teasing in his voice when he spoke. "I think you already know."
Her pulse stumbled.
She shook her head. "You think this is a game—"
"No," he cut in smoothly. "You think this is a game. But we both know it stopped being one a long time ago."
Her throat went dry. She wanted to argue, wanted to throw his own words back at him, but she couldn't.
Because he was right.
She had felt the shift. The moment their usual banter h
