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He gives me a tight smile.
“You think I’m nervous for the date?” he asks.
“No? Then why are you drumming your fingers like that?”
“To keep them in check.”
I don’t understand until he explains further. His palm lands on my exposed knee under the table and stays there. I gulp some water down my throat. Vikram watches my expressions, ensuring I’m comfortable.
“This salad is too good,” Daadi interrupts. “Maahi, try this.”
She serves me some salad, and I force myself to eat it. My focus is on Vikram’s fingers stroking my knee. He’s busy eating and talking to Daadi, romancing with my knee under the table. How does he keep these two personalities separate? I can never do this. My feelings are always on my face.
The chef returns to our table to talk to Daadi, and Vikram leans closer to whisper, “You are not eating much. Didn’t like the food or what I’m doing to you under the table?”
He’s about to remove his hand when I hold it there. He gives me a surprised look, his brows arching.
“Stop presuming,” I snap, then turn my gaze back to Daadi and act normal again. I am loving every bit of attention Vikram is giving me these days, and after his confession to Sabrina, I’m even more interested in exploring things between us.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmurs again, leaning closer. I glance at his handsome face. Vikram has never been this vocal about my comfort before.
The entire lunch, he keeps stroking my skin, rubbing his thumb over my knee, soothing and feeling it up. While I do my best to act cool, my body burns with the desire to be alone with him.
After lunch, we head to Vikram’s car.
“You sure you won’t join us for the movie, Daadi?” Vikram asks again, just to be sure.
“You fed me so much that I can’t walk a single step more. I need to rest, Vikram. You both enjoy.”
I stand next to Vikram as he opens the car door for Daadi and asks the driver to take her home. We see her off, and then I look back at my husband.
“How will we go from here? Should we take a cab?” I ask as he starts unbuttoning his suit. I don’t understand. “And is this why you asked me to wear a short dress? So you could have a chance with me like this under the table?”
Vikram grins.
“That’s not the only reason. There’s more,” he replies. A tall man approaches us, handing Vikram some keys and taking his suit, passing him a leather jacket instead. Vikram also has a jacket for me. I’m confused.
“Thanks, Jim.”
Vikram entwines our fingers and leads me to the parking zone.
“What key is that?” I ask curiously.
“How about I show you rather than tell you?”
We reach the basement, and my jaw drops seeing a red-black fancy motorbike parked there. Vikram turns to me, grinning.
“’Riding through the streets of an unknown city with your life partner, wearing a short dress despite it being winter.’ That’s one of your desires from your bucket list, isn’t it?”
My jaw drops. Yes, I had this desire which I shared with Preet years ago, but how did he know?
“Are you in touch with Preet?” I ask, overwhelmed.
“Since you came here to surprise me, I decided to surprise you too. So, yes, your friend shared a few of your secrets and desires. Can’t thank her enough.”
He helps me into the jacket and looks at my shoes.
“Are those boots comfortable, or do you want to change?”
