She don't Give a....

Chapter 5

Arjun's Pov

Just after having a small chat with the Doctor, I settled beside Sakshi on the conjoined metal chair.

"How is he now?", she asked.

"Well the airbag opened at the right time, but still the hand got fractured", I paused, then fetching out her keys from my pocket, "Thanks for your car by the way."

"It's okay."

I was thinking she would leave after getting the keys, huh, well if that wasn't her plan, then it's time to sort things out.

"By the way", I giggled, "The Instagram page is handled by Keshav and I use Insta on my private account."

I showed her my profile, it had fewer amount of posts, and most of them were with Keshav or us doing crazy stuff. This ID is only limited to a few of my close ones, and showing it to an interviewer sure was a gamble. But I was ready to take that chance. She straightened her back and looked away. Her wavy hair looks so good in a messy bun.

I cleared my throat to grab attention, "And about the black wardrobe, I just don't prefer wearing coloured clothes, but I might have some Chandler shirts in my wardrobe... and yeah about being bossy, you may once have a chat with my producer or Shanta didi, that woman doesn't cook anything which I like... and about being self-obsessed..."

"Ok fine", she snapped, lowering her voice, "You don't have to give justification for everything."

"Well, I think it's my duty because it seems you have completely misunderstood me", I gave her a tiger look. She said in the article that I was an example to never judge a book by its cover, and now here she is proving her write-up wrong.

"I don't want to understand you", she squeaked.

While fixing my jacket, "I think it's your job as you are interviewing me and would be writing articles about me every month."

She stood up, folded her hands and questioned, "What are you expecting from me?"

I wasn't expecting anything from her. Why would she ask me that? Oh! Don't tell me she is still over the thing that I sleep with interviewers. I took a deep sigh. I know what to answer.

"Nothing! I was expecting a thank you from you, when I unhinged my door, just so you could use the restroom. But now I know you, you tend to leave little notes rather than showing any emotion except anger on your face. But my older self might be expecting a sorry for harsh words and back-bitching about me to your friend. But it's completely fine I might be receiving a sorry letter soon from you, isn't it Ms Sakshi."

I passed a devilish smile, she thought she had figured me out from rumours. But she doesn't know the real me. Whereas I knew what kind of a girl she was from one meet. Pretty, smart, confident, and hides her real emotions from the world, I will call that brave. But still, she should know how to express them too.

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and went away. I looked at her with sharp eyes, I would have gone after her if a nurse hadn't called me to see Keshav.

"You okay buddy?", I asked with concern.

"Yeah", he tried to lift himself but couldn't, "I don't think I will be able to make it to the next concert."

Concert? Really? How many people think that I am that shallow? Holding on to my emotions.

"It's okay, you just take a rest."

"Well, the nurse told me there is also some girl with you...Who is she?", He tilted his head towards me.

Arjun sighed, "That interviewer."

"Wait, her.... ", his face lit up, "Bro I am serious this time, ask her out, this might be the first girl who has like kinda rejected you. So she is perfect for you. Ask her out!".

I took a deep sigh, I am not going to do that, I can't handle someone who can't show her emotions. First, she should face herself, rather than facing me.

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