Krishnan shrugged. “Who cares? Couldn’t happen to nicer people.” He popped a piece of popcorn into Jasmine’s mouth then kissed her lips, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “Looks like their plans backfired. But their plans aren’t important, unlike ours. Did you tell your parents?”
“Yes. They’re…surprised, but cool with it. They’ll be here for the wedding.”
“Good. Now put down that drink and get your knickers off, future Mrs Khan.”
The TV screen darkened and Jasmine lay back, copying a pose she’d seen in a movie…