" A small light floated between us, only to vanish in an instant.
“What are those?”
Amar followed my gaze. “Wishes.”
My eyes widened. “They grant wishes?”
“Sadly, no. They’re wishes already made.”
“Of what?”
“Or who?” countered Amar.
“Is this another secret the moon keeps from me?”
“No,” said Amar with a grin. “It is a secret that I choose to keep from you.”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because then this would lose all its fun.”
I rolled my eyes and turned away from him when he caught me around the wrist.
“Don’t you want to know what I wished for?” he said, his breath against my neck.
“No,” I said, but my gaze was fixed on all the blinking lights. There were so many. And why did he say or who? when it came to his wishes?
“I can’t stand deception.”
“Then stop flattering yourself.”
He laughed and released me. “I’ll tell you what I wished for if you give me a kiss.”
I turned to face him. “Even if I did, you might lie. There’s no way to prove that you wished for what you said you did.”
He smiled. “Clever as ever.”
“Or unwilling to kiss you.”
“Another lie,” he said, grinning. "

― Roshani Chokshi , The Star-Touched Queen (The Star-Touched Queen, #1)