Let's Fall Together

11.We don't have ducks here

"Why were you hugging him? "

"Why was he laughing? He never laughs. "

"What was he laughing at? "

"Why were both of you sitting down? Did you fall on him? How romantic. "

"Why does blue look so good on him? Ugh.. everything looks good on him! "

"What did he smell like? How does his bicep feel-"

"Guys STOP!! " I finally exclaimed.

I couldn't take this anymore.

Merely an hour ago, I was perfectly invisible in this office and now, suddenly I was surrounded by a herd of fangirls asking me about how Kartik smelled!?? I cannot believe this.

Trying to move away from these overjoyed bunch of women, I grabbed Sharanya's hand and walked away. Her face neared my face, her eyes comically widening as she whisper yelled, "What the fuck was that?"

"Tell me about it. " I croaked.

I told her how the lift had stopped abruptly and how we were trapped and How I DID NOT know that he was the boss everybody was so worked up about. What I did not tell her was my history with Kartik or How I already knew him from childhood and especially not the part where I was practically staying at his place. The shock she would've suffered would've been too big. And anyways, I still had to talk out to Kartik about whatever the fuck is going on. My mind was still too fuzzy to process everything.

Even though I was aware of the change in Kartik's life since he moved to Mumbai had been too drastic, I was still extremely surprised with the unexpected disclosure. He was a smart kid, I admit, but he wasn't exactly code a software and then launch an app and an institution such as this smart. Don't get me wrong, when we were kids, he used to be the back bencher every teacher had bad blood with. But he was also the kind of kid who studied a day before the exams and still performed better than half of the class. But all this, it's still difficult for me to believe. What happened in all these years that changed him this much?

I could not stop myself so I sent Kartik a what the fuck is all this text. But instead of sending a text reply like a sane person, he sent Ravi ji to tell me to meet him in the office. And Raviji, as the loudmouth he was, said it in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. I practically ran towards Kartik's office, almost tripping on his Prussian marble floor.

I knocked on the door twice before I ran out of patience and barged right in. The devil had his chair facing towards the window, it's back facing me.

With the pace of a sloth, he turned his chair around, in a slick motion, he faced me, a smirk adorning his lips. His eyes that were first trailed on the pen he was flicking in his left hand, suddenly found mine and locked. His gaze cut deeper than a knife, the sharpness peeling my confidence with every stroke.

His features shifted, he placed the pen on the table and grasped it with the same hand to move his chair closer to the table. He said something but all I heard was the low rumble of his voice, doings things to me I hated to admit.

Two fingers snapped in front of my eyes and I blinked.

What the fuck is wrong with me?
He is Kartik for God's sake.

My gaze returned on him and this time I tried not to look for too long.

"Rivaah, I'm talking to you. "

Oh, are you?

"Huh-yes. What did you say? ", was all I could manage.

Stupid me.