Pocket Full of Lies

55- Teamwork?...Nah!

All those words of not wanting me to go, and then this...

"What was your salary again?" He asked, while he was busy washing dishes.

I scoffed, looking at him open mouthed, while he didn't even bother to look at me.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Do you want to stay?" He asked instead.

I frowned at him, as I saw him curling up his lips to muffle his laughter, from the side.

That jerk surely knew what he was doing by putting me into this dilemma.

"Don't go...but have some money on you. Just in case," he said sincerely, after a few seconds, finally facing towards me with a small smile on his face.

"Huh?"

"Just in case something happens, and you need to find a way out by yourself."

This doesn't sound suspicious at all.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing." He shrugged, before turning back to his work.

For some reason, it felt like he was hiding something. This jerk was definitely planning something behind my back.

Something really scary.

"Don't do anything risky," I warned.

"Yeah yeah." He waved off my concerns, looking chill.

However, his unbothered attitude was bothering me a lot.

He might present his head to the enemies on a silver platter at this rate.

"I am serious, don't go around acting stupid."

"Why? Do you have a copyright on acting stupid?" He wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk forming on his face.

"Yes, I have," I retorted unashamedly, "so don't do anything...alone," I said, pouting at the end.

"What?" He laughed out loud, his eyes twinkling in mirth.

"For real. If we are going down then let's go down together. Don't get hurt alone and leave me stranded here to forever live in guilt."

His laughter died down as he saw my serious face. Washing off his hands, he turned to completely face me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he looked into my eyes and promised with utmost sincerity he could provide.

"Whether reckless or well thought off, I won't take any decision on my own. We are in this together. I will let you know about all my theories and plans. And you have the right to shoot them down or approve it based on the memories you remember. We work as a team. So you can rest assured."

"You are going to regret this," I told him point blank, ruining the atmosphere he had created.

His gesture had been nice, but there was no use of giving us any false hopes. If Rehaan's teamwork was bad, then my decision making skills were even beyond that.

If there was a word after worst then my skills were at that level.

I just didn't have the qualification to evaluate Rehaan's plans. No, I wasn't calling myself dumb. But there was no harm in accepting that someone was way better than you in certain tasks.

If Ananya Di hadn't interrupted, I would have been ready to go along with Rehaan's plan to meet the culprit. Not even thinking that they could end his life in mere seconds.

But me not understanding the risk isn't a problem here.

The problem was that Rehaan was ready to take that risk while knowing the consequences. For me, he was ready to get hurt. And I didn't even realize it until someone else pointed it out.

He was going to do the same thing in this teamwork bullshit. Would tell me his plan without elaborating the risk, knowing well that I wouldn't be able to figure it out until much later. Probably until we were deep down in the ditch, with no way to get out.

Sure, not having an identity or having to use a different one was bad. It was really hurting me. But it was nothing compared to something happening to Rehaan because I said okay. I would rather kill myself than becoming a reason behind his downfall.

It was best if he planned everything himself and then we worked together on that plan. Because in that case, he would be ten times more cautious than the case where I had the right to approve or reject his plan before he went to deal with the consequences alone.

Was I going to explain all this to him? Absolutely not.

"You will end up breaking your promise," I said, making a tutting noise.

He removed his hands in an instant, as he scowled at me.

"There, there, see this anger. It is going to burst your bubble of teamwork. I know you too well, Rehaan.

"One, you like to work alone. You cannot take anyone directing you. Two, you cannot handle rejection. Once or twice, you will grit your teeth and accept me putting down your ideas. But then, you will get angry and have everything done your way no matter what reasoning I provide. Hah, let's not forget about your silent treatment either."

He smiled at me the fakest smile in the world, while trying to hide his temper, just so that he could try and prove me wrong.

Who are you trying to fool!

Just as expected, his drama didn't last long. He gave up being nice and gave the most familiar expression I knew of him. His oh-so famous grimace.

"At least I am trying to work as a team," he deadpanned, before muttering under his breath, "unlike someone."

"Excuse me?"

"You are excused," he shouted, before leaving the kitchen in a huff.

"I was just being honest," I shouted from behind, chuckling at his annoyance.

"Being honest doesn't suit you, Miss Queen of Lies," He shouted back.

Damn, that was a good burn.

I chuckled at his comeback, even though it was at my expense.