Myra hated losing.
And losing to him?
Unacceptable.
She glared at Arjun, who was still chewing her sandwich with infuriating smugness, completely unfazed by the storm brewing in her eyes.
Sanya was trying—and failing—to contain her laughter, while Dev just shook his head like he had expected this outcome all along.
Myra exhaled sharply, slowly sitting back down. "Fine."
Arjun arched a brow. "Fine?"
She folded her arms. "You won. Congratulations."
His smirk widened. "Wow. That almost sounded genuine."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't push it, Khanna."
Sanya gasped dramatically. "Wait, wait, wait. That means you have to hold up your end of the deal."
Myra clenched her jaw. She had walked right into this trap. "Which was?"
Arjun leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. "Say it."
