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Her cheeks heated all the more. “Okay, fine. Maybe… slightly drunk.”
He laughed and then led her to the casino.
This time when she went inside, she was fully aware of her surroundings.
They stopped at a blackjack table where he played with four other players. She didn’t know the game that well, so she just watched him play.
He lost nearly all the rounds.
“We should go, Aarav,” she said. “You are losing.”
He looked at her. “You were more fun the last time you were here,” he drawled.
She vaguely recalled the spinning wheel as she threw in chips on numbers. “Why? What did I do? And how much did I bet?”
His mouth twisted in amusement.
“Come on, tell me!” she insisted.
When he told her, her mouth fell open in shock. He laughed.
“I’m a lot of fun even now!” she stated.
“Prove it,” he softly challenged.
She pushed a big chunk of chips towards the betting pool but he shook his head slightly. “Just money isn’t enough. You will have to make it more interesting with something else.”
Expecting him to make a raunchy bet, she raised her chin with a deliberately haughty look. “Fine, what’s the bet?” she asked.
His eyes flashed. “If I lose… our deal ends tomorrow as planned.”
Her heart ached at the reminder, but she pushed away the feeling and focused on the present.
“And if you win?” she asked in a deliberate haughty manner.
His eyes began burning with a strange emotion she saw earlier that evening. “If I win… you will marry me tonight.”
She was stunned. “What!”
His mouth twisted. “Scared?” he taunted.
“Aarav, we can’t. There is danger—”
He cut her off midway. “You believe in fate.”
He said that as a statement rather than a question.
He already knew she believed in fate. He often used to tease her in the past, saying that being a science student, she believed in things such as fate.
She knew there was no rhyme or reason to it, but she did believe in fate. She often attributed it to the good things and bad things that happened in her life. She had attributed losing her family to her fate. She even attributed their break up to fate. A part of her knew it was a coping mechanism to internalize her pain.
And now, he was using it to challenge her.
“Yes, I believe in fate,” she replied.
His mouth twisted. “Then let’s leave our future to fate. If I win, it’s written in our fate to get married. If I don’t then…” He shrugged.
Her heart thudded.
