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before her marriage. No degree, no certificate. No desire to go back there.
    It had been the last thing she’d learnt before she’d left the apprenticeship at Munish’s request. As in everything else mostly, she had submitted to his wishes, telling herself she should comply for the beginning of a happy marital life.
    Why hadn’t she stopped to think? If he’d loved her, he would never have asked her to give up her goals. Or maybe he would, regardless. That was the type of love he had felt for her.
    ‘Don’t look so upset. It’s only a few days.’ His comment disrupted her chain of thought.
    ‘And after that?’ She looked down at her hands, regretting the unwary comment. Why was she asking him? When he hated what he knew
—thought
he knew—about her.
    Surprisingly, he said, ‘Time enough to worry about that. Look, we can’t spend the whole time fighting.’ He gestured ahead. ‘There’s a nice place here. To declare a truce, can I offer you… ice cream?’
    He smiled at her. The brief glimpse of even teeth and a charisma he normally kept under wraps made her pulse leap. Ooh, but the man had sex appeal. Oodles of it. If only he used that charm more frequently…
    On second, third and gazillionth thought, heaven forbid.
    He slid the car smoothly into the parking space. Her stomach was still knotted with tension as they walked inside the dessert bar. The ‘nice place’ turned out to be a sprawling white hotel.
    He ordered vanilla to her almond and chocolate. His choice immediately made her do a double take and sent her errant brain wondering what kind of a man chose vanilla.
I mean, vanilla? Oh, come on.
She wrinkled her nose. That once-over he’d given her last night had been anything but vanilla and boring. But then he’d spoken disapprovingly of ‘excess’ which hinted he was conventional. Still, there had been that glint in his eye that promised retribution… not unexciting at all.
    She regarded him as she applied her mental energies to figuring him out. Her ice cream blobbed from the spoon and she licked it off, feeling his gaze. Had he detected her mental regard?
    Rihaan tried not to stare at the way she’d caught the dripping ice cream and licked it, easing the magenta-tipped finger out of her mouth in a way which sent a surge ofawareness through him that shocked him, a burst of gut-deep response he didn’t want.
Didn’t want
underlined.
    ‘I’ll get some sandwiches packed,’ he told her as they finished the scoops.
    When he came back, he found Saira in conversation with a tall woman in a striped print dress. Rihaan frowned as he spied a press card looped from her neck.
    ‘Kamini Saluja.’ She extended a hand. ‘A pleasure to meet you, Rihaan. Everyone wants a piece of you nowadays. Mind if I get in touch with you some time for an interview?’
    ‘Your office must have a proper channel for this, rather than waylaying anyone going about their business.’ He ignored the hand. He’d had enough of nosy reporters crawling out of the woodwork.
    Unabashed, the woman turned to Saira. ‘So how exciting do you find it being with such a brilliant writer? You must enjoy his sense of humour.’
    ‘I haven’t had much chance yet to explore all the
layers…
But I’m looking forward to it.’ Rihaan saw a jaggery sweet and absolutely naughty smile curve Saira’s mouth. So she was having fun at his expense? One of these days, he was going to teach her a lesson, he promised himself. He tried to tone down the primeval anticipatory rush the thought of that ‘lesson’ evoked. A response she seemed bent on triggering, going by her needling. He directed his attention to the reporter.
    ‘I think you’ve got enough for today, Ms Saluja,’ he dismissed.
    ‘I do apologize for his bad mood,’ Saira put in, irrepressible as ever. Disbelief robbed him temporarily of speech. ‘By the way, I love your inches!’ she told the woman, blithely disregarding Rihaan’s dark glower. ‘Not everyone can carry