Page 79 of Entangled Vows

Mohit raised an eyebrow but wisely let it slide as he started to speak only to notice again that Vikram's focus was else where.

“Vikram,” Mohit’s voice cut through his spiral. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes,” Vikram nodded automatically.

“Oh yeah, then what did I just say?”

“You were talking about… margins.”

“Nope. Not even close,” Mohit smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I was talking about the fact that you’re going to need to pack a bag.”

Vikram finally snapped out of his reverie. “What?”

“We’re flying to London,” Mohit said, tapping his tablet. “Josh and his team moved the meetings up. We’ll be flying in a week.”

Vikram exhaled, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Fucking fantastic.”

“I thought you were listening,” Mohit teased.

“I was.” Vikram sat up straighter.

“Bullshit,” Mohit drawled, eyeing him. “You looked like you were mentally writing a sonnet. Should I be worried?”

Vikram shot him a deadpan look. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was thinking about the Q3 numbers.”

“Sure,” Mohit snorted. “And I’m Ranveer Singh’s fitness coach.”

Vikram snorted. “You wish.”

Mohit leaned forward. “Cut the crap. How’s my sister?”

Vikram shrugged, pausing for a beat before deciding what to say. He couldn’t exactly voice the kind of thoughts running through his head about his sister.

Finally, he exhaled. “Fine.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“She’s... getting to me.”

“Getting under your skin or into your head?”

Vikram looked away. “Both. As in, she gets under my skin, and I can’t stop thinking about her—”

Mohit slammed his palms against his ears. “Jesus. No. Stop right there. I don’t need the details, man. I regret asking that question.”

Vikram huffed out a low laugh. “Relax, Jaykar. I’m not about to narrate my bedroom escapades.”

“Fucking great. Because I’d like to keep my lunch where it is.” Then Mohit’s tone shifted. “Listen, man. I know how you are… all distant, detached, and pretending shit doesn’t matter. But this isn’t business. This isher.”

Vikram clenched his jaw. “I’m not playing games with her.”

“You better not be. Because I’ve seen her break before, and I’m not going to watch it happen again. Not when you’re the one holding the pieces.”

A heavy silence stretched between them.

“You done?” Vikram finally asked.

“Not even close,” Mohit said. “But for now... yeah.”