"This is good." I say while gulping the rice down my throat.  And then I remember. I should behave… "Um...I mean." "Just eat it,bro. If you're worried about lunch eti- what is it...etiquote? No." Harsh twists his thin lips in thought.  "Etiquette!" Shruti says and giggles and I can't help but wonder how pretty her smile is. Unlike mine which is like a drunk buffalo hit on the head.  "Yeah, whatever. Such english. But whatever it is,Meera, don't care about it. Eat with your heart,not with your mind. And if you were thinking that Dhruv's charismatic personality flows in our veins just because we have the same blood,then you are wrong darling."  I see Mrs. Saxena suppressing a smile, while Shruti does the exact opposite.  "Quite strong words you've learned, Harshu." I hear a masculine strong voic

"Ha! I won!" Harsh shouts in the middle of his mobile game. Shruti smacks him on his arm with sheer annoyance."Why are you shouting?? And stop your stupid game! Meera is with us right now." Harsh, as if a lightning bolt struck him, looks at me and then puts his phone away. "I'm sorry. I thought that you guys are talking so I started to play a game." He gives a nervous chuckle, one that can make any angry person melt away.But I am not angry. Hell no! I'm furious! Dhruv has let me come with him as his girlfriend but he shows no such interest in even talking to me. He is using a cold shoulder over me. And I don't like it. Umm. But why?Because... because I am not used to this cold shoulder and he should know better than to leave in the midst of people I know nothing about. At Least I know that Dhruv is a dick. But I don't know much

 Never in my life did I believe that a person whom I hated the most and couldn't bear at all will make me cry. If someone a few days ago had told me that Dhruv Saxena's insult will bring tears to my eyes in the middle of the road, then I would have laughed out like a maniac.  But here I am. Crying inside Lai's bathroom, putting the shower to maximum speed so that Lai can't hear my sobs. The water running through the stream is cold but my tears are burning like a hot spring on my face.  I don't know why I am even crying! Is it because of the shower? Is it because of the heavy day? Is it because of my inner guilt for eavesdropping on someone's family business?  I can't say. But the feeling is so bad that at times I feel like I must strangle myself.  Me. Meera Adarsh doesn't like at all when someone gets the excuse to tell me or better, remind me what a failure I am. And

 Dhruv's POV "Good morning,Sir."  "Morning,Mr. Harris." I greet back,my eyes trained on the file.  "Sir, I have today's reports on our product sales." He keeps the file on my desk, knowing exactly what to do if I am busy doing something else.  "Fine. Dismissed."  "Okay,Sir." He leaves the room, putting me alone with my share of thoughts.  The land I wanted to get cleared is still under dispute. Those fucking government officials!  I shove the file in my upper drawer and place my hands on my forehead.  My head has been hammering since yesterday and doesn't seem to cease for my better half.  Ten employees. I fired fucking ten employees because of their one mistake and put the other efficient ones in the lower sections of the office. Something they

 Silence… A breathtaking and nauseating silence lingers upon Dhruv and me. He stares at me for an amount of time and reason I can't explain nor understand.  But it doesn't change my mind on thinking over the fact that Dhruv Saxena,The jerk Dhruv Saxena just asked me if I was alright or not.  For any other person who doesn't know him, it'll seem normal. But I have known him for quite some time. He doesn't care. Especially for the people who work under him or with him. He only likes to order around and get his way.  A hand holds my wrist and pulls me towards a body. A warm one.  Even before I can think anything, strong arms engulf me in an embrace.  I blink my eyes a few times to decipher what the fuck is happening. Is there a rescue team on the deck who give warm hugs?  I hope I am right.&n