My Tom-Boy Girlfriend

#14 : Cold Shoulder

Raghav's POV

🎶🎶
I don't wanna know,
know, know, know
Who's taking you home,
home, home, home
And loving you so, so, so, so
The way I used to love you, no
I don't wanna know,
know, know, know
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While placing my bag on my desk, the infamous giggles of Sasha found their way into my ears. My instant response of glancing at her desk, proved to be a mistake. God knows what, her new team-mate - Madhav, had uttered to her, to send her rolling in laughter for past 20 seconds. I refrained from letting my loathe for Madhav, who was sitting way too close to her and having the time of his life with her, to emerge out.

It should have been me making her laugh and it should have been her, right by my side, on her designated spot on my desk.

Here, I was sulking for the setback in our camaraderie, while she's enjoying another man's company.

It's been two weeks since our dispute, on that dreadful night. Sasha and me, have not been on talking terms, following that. She stopped her daily visits to my cubicle, leaving my desk, barren of any warmth. We were at loggerheads, with no one backing down or owning up. With our ego's as huge as the entire galaxy, expecting the other to make the first move to apologize; days ticked into weeks with not even an iota of improvement. The famous proverb - Time heals all wounds, didn't hold good in our situation.

"It could have been you", Vicky's words brought me to face him.

I shook my head, "Excuse me".

"Not excused. Don't take me for a fool, Raghav. Both of us know what I'm talking about and what you are thinking about."

I groaned and let out a frustrated sigh, "I have work piled up, I don't have time to chat". Let's start another long day. Wearing a grim face, I buried myself with work.

Vicky raised his eyebrow and shot me a what-the-hell-you-are-doing look through the glass barrier. I had just committed, over a conference call, to do a week's long work within 3 days. After all, now, I had all the time in the world! To escape from Vicky's wrath, as soon as the call ended, I snatched my coffee mug and made my way to the breakout area to fetch some bitter coffee. Yes, bitter, just like how my prevailing feelings were, for the past few weeks.

Sasha and me crossed paths at the coffee machine, with me - walking towards it and her - walking away. Without as much as a second glance, we continued our paths, like two trains crossing each other in a jiff. While the machine was brewing the coffee, my mind drifted to the day that built the invisible wall between us.

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Wasted (wasted)
And the more I drink the more I think about you
Oh no, no, I can't take it
Baby, every place I go reminds me of you
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Why can't she just accept her mistake of going to the club and apologize.

I pressed the expresso button forcefully, jolting the machine slightly.

She even called me a prick! What was that for?

Stabbing the botton, for another shot, whilst my mind was figuring out, the puzzle to our quarrel and its aftermath.

Was caring for her and her well-being, wrong??

Click! The button squeaked, when it jumped back to it's state of inertia, after my third stab.