we look at each other and we smile that smile like a secret we share we both know we've found what the whole world is searching for.
"THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU, MY HEART WHISPERED: "THAT'S THE ONE"
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AGASTYA MUKHERJE...
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"Answer it, answer it," siddhant cries.
"What do I do?" I flap my arms around in a panic.
"Holy fuck. Answer it," tripti demands as she picks it up.
"Don't answer it," I stammer as I try to grab it from her hands. She holds it in the air and waves it around.
"Answer it, woman," she demands.
I snatch it from her and stare at it while it buzzes. "I'm not going to answer it."
Siddhant snatches the phone from me and hits answer. "Hello," he says in a fake girl's voice, and then he passes it over to me.
"What the fuck?" I mouth.
"Hello, Saanvi," Agastya's velvety voice purrs.
My eyes widen as I look at my friends' awestruck faces. Siddhant crosses himself as if he's in church and makes a praying gesture.
"Hello."
"Where are you?" he asks.
"In a bar." I glance around as I hold my hand over my other ear to try to hear him better. Shit, I'm not telling him where I am; I look like crap. I hold my breath as I listen.
"I want to see you."
I bite my bottom lip, and tripti hits me on the arm to snap me out of my nervous freeze. "I told you I have a boyfriend," I blurt out. "I can't see you."
"Holy fucking shit," siddhant mouths to tripti as he scrunches his hands in his hair.
"And I told you to get rid of him."
"Who do you think you are?" I stammer.
Tripti and siddhant listen intently.
"Go outside. I can't hear you," he barks.
I stand and walk through the bar and outside onto the curb, and it falls silent.
"That's better," he says.
I glance up the street at the cabs all in a row. "What do you want, Agastya?"
"You know what I want."
"I have a boyfriend."
"And I told you what to do."
"It's not that simple."
"Yes, it is. Give me his number, and I'll save you the job."
I smirk at the audacity of this man. "You know, your arrogance is a turnoff."
That's a blatant lie-not even close.
"And you're a turn-on. I've been hard all day. Get over here, and put me out of my misery."
I hear my heartbeat in my ears. Is this really happening?
A drunk couple totter past me, and I have to move so they don't run into me. "Sorry," they call.
