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“We’ll see,” she repeated innocently.

Before he could argue, a familiar voice came from somewhere behind them.

“Don’t tell me!!”

Both turned towards the entrance as Krish and Trisha were walking towards the table. Ayaan’s gaze fell on Krish, and he froze.

Even Krish was wearing a floral shirt. Not a similar shirt. Not the same colour family. But the same f*cking shirt. Green, red, the same chaotic floral pattern and almost the same overall outfit.

The only difference was that Krish was wearing it as though he had been born for it. He looked too comfortable, relaxed, and entirely pleased with himself.

Ayaan slowly looked down at his own shirt and then back at Krish. Krish stopped too. His eyes moved from Ayaan’s shirt to his own.

“What the hell, man?”

Ayaan raised an eyebrow. “That is exactly what I was about to ask.”

Krish looked at him incredulously. “What are you doing in this?”

“What am I doing in this?” Ayaan repeated. “What are you doing in this?”

Krish looked down at his shirt again. “This is my kind of shirt. Since when did you start wearing shirts like this?”

“I didn’t want to.” Ayaan hesitated before pointing towards Meher. “But Meher bought it for me and insisted I wear it tonight.”

“Really?” Krish’s expression changed. He slowly turned towards Trisha. “And Trisha got me this today and insisted I wear it too. Isn’t that one hell of a coincidence?”

Trisha gave him an innocent smile.

Ayaan looked at Krish. Krish looked at Ayaan. Then both men turned towards their wives, who looked at each other and winked.

That was all it took. Both men immediately understood.

“You planned this,” Ayaan said.

The two women burst out laughing.

“I can’t believe you two,” Trisha managed between laughs. “You run GLEN and you couldn’t figure out that your wives were planning a prank like this?”

Meher shook her head in disbelief as she turned to Ayaan, who gave her a flat look.

“That is a completely different department. We can detect international threats,” he said. “But understanding what your wife is planning after six years of marriage is clearly a much more complicated assignment.”

“Buddy.” Krish looked at Ayaan. “We need better intelligence.”

“We need better wives,” Ayaan muttered.

Both women immediately gasped.

“Excuse me?”

Ayaan pulled Meher to him before she could get any more annoyed.

“That was meant to be a joke.”

“Oh really?” she muttered.

Ayaan shrugged, still unable to understand the logic behind the whole thing.