My Tom-Boy Girlfriend

#13 : Clash of the Titans

Raghav's POV

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I know how it goes

I know how it goes
from wrong and right

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"What's your weekend plans?", Sasha asked whilst getting all comfy at her station in my cubicle.

       It took me sometime to drag my vision off the monitor and focus it on her, "Nothing much. I guess it's going to be a boring weekend.... I think we should sign up for some activities like last time.... It was fun". I smirked and she snorted while recollecting how her so called 'punishment' didn't go down as she planned.

       Letting out a chuckle, I went back to reply on the official communicator; where a serious issue was being discussed and needed my attention. Sasha didn't mind my slight inattentiveness, as she was busy solving the Rubik's cube at my desk, picking up from where I had left it. From the corner of my eyes I briefly checked on her, "What about you?"

"You remember Simbu and Daniel?"

"Hmmm".

"They have some crazy plans for the weekend. If I may quote them — 'Life's boring machcha, let's rock this weekend when we are still alive'".

        Nodding my head as her words seep into my preoccupied brain, she continued to babble, "Movies, Go-Karting, might be bowling too at the arena, Heck! They'll surely want to hit up all the games at the arena..... Oh! And the clubbing tonight....so all-in-all, it's going to be one hectic but fun-filled weekend".

"What did you say last?", my thick eyebrows shot up, which had nothing to do with my office work.

"It's going to be one hectic but fun-filled weekend", Sasha repeated while rigorously shifting the cubes on the three dimensional puzzle game. It's evident both of us where giving each other, half of our attention but none of us had any qualms to it, until now.

I pried my eyes away from my workstation and looked straight at her, "No, before that?"

She started, "Movies, Go-Kart —", she stopped midway becoming aware of my gaze narrowing on her. Sasha glanced at me through the rim of her spectacles, that had slid down her nose slightly, to get a view of my deadpanned look.

My eyes seemed to have communicated, what my words earlier didn't, she furrowed her brows, "Clubbing?".

There — she got it.

"You are not going", I announed curtly and returned to my work. There were a few pings on the communicator asking if I was still there and if I could complete a minor task, in the next hour before the project goes live at the scheduled time — two hours from now.

"Who said so?", she quipped with her shoulders rising and falling.

"I'm saying", I replied with an emotionless finality in my voice. If I thought, it was the end of the discussion, I was wrong.

"I don't think I'm following correctly. You, don't want to me to go clubbing", she affirmed. "You don't have any rights to order me around, last time I checked, you are not my Dad", she  taunted hotly, "Raghav, look at me, will you!"

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Silence and sound
Did they ever hold each other tight
Like us? Did they ever fight
Like us?
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