Tangled In Your Web (COMPLETE)

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After a few minutes, Sanyukta took out her phone and started to play a game on it, bored out of her mind. Randhir was highly focused on his work, that he was only shaken out of it when his cellphone started to ring.

"Yeah Sanaya?" he asked, sounding distracted.

Sanyukta's head shot up, feeling her stomach roll over.

"No I'm busy tonight," he told her. "We'll go out for dinner tomorrow."

Sanyukta rolled her eyes and tried to block out the sound of him talking to Sanaya, but she couldn't. For some reason, it made her feel sick that he was talking about going on a date with her.

"I'm busy right now. I'm in the middle of some important work. We can discuss our plans at home," he told her. "Yeah... I love you too."

Sanyukta's heart began to hurt when he told Sanaya that he loved her. Yet she felt a strange sense of satisfaction when he told Sanaya that he was busy. Why did it matter to her anyways? He could be as busy or as free as he wanted. He could love or hate whoever he wanted. She didn't care.

"I'm bored," she said out loud. "If you have nothing for me to do, then can I go?"

Randhir glared at her.

"You want work to do? Fine. Go get me coffee," he told her.

"I'm not getting you coffee!" she responded, feeling offended.

"Then sit quietly," he told her.

She breathed sharply.

"You're wasting my time on purpose!" she retorted.

Randhir picked up some papers from beside him and a stapler, sighing loudly.

"Staple these," he told her. "Two sheets together. I expect fifty stacks."

"I'm not your secretary!" she huffed angrily.

"You have three choices. Sit quietly, staple these, or get me coffee," he told her simply.

Sanyukta grabbed the stapler and angrily started to staple the sheets of paper together. It wasn't like she had anything better to do anyways.

"Ouch!" she screamed, her hand hurting, as she accidentally stapled with her thumb on the other side.

Randhir stopped what he was doing, hearing a voice in his head, his younger self say, "I will always take care of her".

He ran over to her side, taking her hand in his. Upon seeing the blood on her thumb, he sat on the chair next to her and started to blow on it.

"You still don't watch what you're doing?" he asked her.

Tears filled her eyes, as she remembered that she had tripped and fallen down on the ground on their first meeting. Even then, as a stranger, he had come and taken care of her. Now, as someone who hated her guts, he was taking care of her.

He let go of her hand and ran to get a first aid kit from his drawers. He pulled out some antiseptic and a bandaid and rushed back over to her, sitting down on the chair next to her.

She watched him with awe as he rubbed the antiseptic on her thumb, blowing on it all the while. She was so lost in him, that she hadn't even felt the sting. It was only after he had wrapped her thumb with a bandaid, that he said, "Done" and she was shaken out of it.

She pulled her hand off his and looked away from him.

"I could have done that myself," she snapped.