Page 92 of Every Move You Make
What did you expect?
Shauna
I want to do so much to you too. It’s been too damn long. Tonight for sure. Gotta go now.
A smile curved his lips as he thought of the night ahead. The thought of having her all to himself sent a quiet, unmistakable thrill through him.
His phone buzzed again. It was his group chat with his friends.
Nirvaan
Our girls are meeting tonight, which means we’re doing a boys’ night. I won’t take no for an answer.
Rohan
Oh, and be ready for an interrogation. You owe it to all of us.
A small smile tugged at his lips as his fingers moved over the screen.
Rohan, you’re in town? That’s great. Vir & Dheer?
Dheer
We’ll be there too.
Armaan, you need to come to Mumbai soon. It’s been a while.
Armaan
Too long a while. You announced your engagement on group text
Sorry, it’s been crazy.
Dheer
That’s a shitty excuse.
Rohan
More on this tonight. Armaan, we’ll keep you posted and yes, try and come soon.
Can I request you all to be nice?
Vir
No chance in hell.
Akash smiled. He was looking forward to the evening ahead. Nirvaan and Rohan had been close for years, and Akash had fallen into that circle naturally during his time in Delhi, when he’d interned with Rohan. Luckily, during that same time,Vir had been in Delhi shooting for a film under his family’s production house, which meant Dheer was in and out of the city as well. The four of them had ended up meeting often, and somewhere along the way, they’d developed a solid friendship.
And Armaan… Akash had met him on his very first night in Dubai. Dev Luthra and his wife, Avantika, had hosted a dinner at their home to welcome him, and Armaan had been there with his family.
They had started talking, and something had simply… clicked. After that, Armaan had made sure Akash was never alone. He would call, drop by, or drag him out almost every day. He’d effortlessly woven himself into Akash’s life, and before long, he’d become a cherished friend. Family. Just like all these men in this group were to him.
Dheer, Vir, Nirvaan, and Rohan would visit him once a month in Dubai, or Akash would fly back to India to see them. On one of those visits, he’d brought Armaan along. And just like that, their circle had expanded. With his easy charm, natural charisma, quiet kindness, and that mischievous streak, Armaan had fit in naturally with them. In fact, Vir and Armaan together were a riot.
Akash smiled, thinking of his friend. Damn, he missed Armaan.
He sighed. It had been too long since they’d all been in the same city at the same time. Since taking over Sehgal Media, he’d barely had a chance to spend time with those of them in Mumbai, let alone make a dash to Dubai.
