Sarthak's POV
The tension in the room was so thick that I could cut it with a knife. Even in the dim lights, I could clearly see the way Prerna glared at me with pissed eyes when I misbehaved with Ashish.
Gaurav and Ashish ran the conversation. Gaurav kept it respectful, unlike me, asking him about work, engagement and wedding. While Prerna and I did not speak a word.
I gulped down drinks after drinks, but they weren't enough to make me intoxicated.
My eyes bored at Prerna's hands. One was loosely intertwined with Ashish and with the other she was mindlessly making patterns on his clothed bicep. She seemed comfortable with him, and it icked me a bit.
She usually took a lot of time to be at ease with someone. But with him, she only took a few days. Bloody hell.
Ashish's phone rang, he glanced at Prerna and showed her the caller ID. She smiled and lightly squeezed his hand before he stood up and excused himself to a silent corner.
The whole scene was so offensive for me to watch, that a grudged scoff escaped me. Gaurav raised a brow at me in question.
"You had somewhere to go, right?" I said with a tight smile, hoping he would understand the indication.
His brows dipped into a confusion. "Me?" He muttered, pointing at himself.
"Yeah," my gaze intensified, "you said you wanted to use the washroom."
"Huh?" He blinked, before faking a laugh. "Argh, haha. Yes, yes, yes, washroom. Yeah, right, washroom. I had to go there." He stood up and I nodded at him. He disappeared into the crowd.
I finally shifted beside Prerna, who's eyes were fixed on the dance floor. The round couch dipped beneath my weight.
I turned completely toward her, looking at the dance floor from over her shoulder. I placed an elbow on the couch and propped my head on the the palm.
She let out a deep sigh and faced me, "What?"
"What what?" I adopted an innocent expression.
"This place is for Ashish, move from here."
I blinked my eyes in mock confusion. "Why? Is his name written on this couch?"
She rolled her eyes before giving me an exasperated look. "Sarthak, what's the issue with you? Why do you act like this? Stop, it's pathetic."
Her sharp tongue was back in the game to pierce me. But today, I was well prepared. I would not get hurt.
"Nothing, I was just wondering, what you saw in that rat?" I said coolly, not wanting to show that I was very affected by her being close to Ashish.
She squinted her eyes at me, "Ashish Bedi." She said firmly. "That's his name."
"Whatever," I waved her off.
I do not care what his name is. All I care about is getting my hands on him and strangling him for even thinking about having her.
"He is respectful, mature, compatible, handsome, mannerful, smart, and most importantly he is not a stalker." She listed the things and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"Very basic." I commented and she sat facing me, giving me all her attention.
"Half of the male species do not meet these requirements." She argued, in a dissappointed but accepting tone.
"Why does 'half of the male species' matter when you only need one man?" I reasoned. "I, honestly, thought you had better standards than this."
Her brows knitted at my words. "If I raise my standards anymore, I'll probably die single."
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Passion & Dilemma
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