My life! My way!- VirMan SS- 10th chap Updated! - Page 7

I sat in a thud and threw the files on the desk counting on days on my fingers when I would be able to leave this something people call office. Office my foot! It's hell with fluorescent bulbs. I turned my head to take a proper look at my colleagues, everyone was either busy or talking, Wait why they are all looking at me? I gave up the act of thinking and turned to face the monitor when could some people ever get a life? Was the first question that crossed my mind looking at those faces? I glared at them signaling them to explain the reason for their arrival. One of the them tossed up his jacket and threw his ray bans on the desk, trying to put up a sexy smile that looked more of as a monkey attempting something humanely. The other one was no less, he came posing as a super hero raising his collar up and rotating the customer's chair like a grinder and making his 500 lbs fat ass rest on it. He had to struggle through it. When he felt no way he stood up with great difficulty putting an uneasy smile.

"Do hit on us sometimes babe", "Jake" an ultimate loser spoke in a crispy tone.

Oh god! Someone knock in some sense in these dumb imbeciles. My office where I work unfortunately is to describe is like a zoo where you could find different animals touring around, some nitwits and some weirdos. But the most amusing thing is that all of them would have had something or the other with me.

"I don't hit on guys, they hit on me like you do", I mouthed a few words to at least give him some free advice. The other one slipped a piece of paper on my desk. I gave him a bored look and encouraged him to enlighten me with his new tactic.

"My number, you can call me", he said pointing to the paper that was lying on the desk. Is this a bloody joke? I took the paper in a smooth way and tore it into thousand pieces and finally dumped it up in the dustbin. Well the shit deserves this place.

"I won't need your number anytime in the future or now", I reciprocated my sheer disgust in a bland tone. The two of them turned down silently taking their files away. It had been only two hours that I stepped into the office and what an amazing show to put up by these two freaks. Things you have to tolerate to find a suitable job!

As it wasn't enough my low life peer made her entry showing her extra elongated legs, "Tanya" She had her earphones on and was shaking her head to the song being played. She even had a thick bundle of overloaded files that she was finding hard to handle. It looked as if even a pound of more weight being put on the files, she would die then and there.

"What is it now bonehead?", I asked very well aware that she couldn't hear me right now because of her earphones blasting sound.

"What did you just say, you see I was listening to Ekoon", she told proudly facing me. I had to just control myself before exploding into a fit of laughter. This witch always talks in a fake clipped, precise British accent. "E...who?" I asked totally feeling stranger to his name.

"E-koon, you know he composed smack that, forget it you illiterate ass", she again tried to prick my ego now. Some people are born to ruin others peace of mind.

"First of all it's Akon, and most important what brought your lazy ass here"? I asked her straight forward.

"Boss told to finish up these work", she banged the files and her lips twitching in. I checked on the whole files, they were like twenty of them. Am I even going home today or should I just make a bed here for myself to rest on after the work? I opened my mouth to curse on some swear words to my boss and them dropped it in between.

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I felt everyone leaving the office as I kept doing the work. He is doing this intentionally I guess. Is he trying to take some kind of revenge on me? Or is he just playing with me so that I would repent for my words I spoke earlier? Whatever be it I clearly couldn't concentrate on work when he is right through watching me from the window like a jailer getting on my nerves. My thoughts started forming a whirlpool as I twiddled with the pen between my fingers lost somewhere.

"Don't you want to go home?" a familiar voice startled me as I didn't turn around because I knew which jerk it was.

"You didn't leave me an option", I answered back trying to concentrate on the work as Virat stood before me taking the pen away from my hand. What's wrong with this jerk now? I looked at him intently if he would give me the pen back but he didn't show any such efforts.

"Work can be done later, c'mon", he called on walking away from there.

I got up from my seat defensively. "Give me my pen back and I want to work", I babbled on when he came back and eyed me like I was some kind of thief. "I won't! What will do you?" he challenged me like every day. I tried to keep my eyes open but they were dropping down by every second. Few seconds passed when we stood like that. "Answer my question", he reckoned further. I gulped down the cotton ball in my throat. "You're tired, come", he finally spoke breaking the deafening silence. I didn't object him because I was tired more than any anything and right now I wanted to go home straight and snuggle beside Scuba in my sweet dreams.

I didn't take the effort to take my Nano as it was kept in the parking lot and besides my eyes were ready to close any moment which would ultimately result in crashing of my one and only car. He went to the other side of the parking place and pulled up his black Mercedes. God! It was worth having a ride. I geared up to have a really smooth ride to home back. He came back empty handed without the car or am I just too sleepy to even notice the car?

"It's flat Tyre, where's yours parked", he asked tossing up the car keys in his back pocket. No way I am gonna give my car to this jerk; he would make my baby upside down."No I don't trust you to drive my car safe and even I couldn't drive because I am too sleepy to do so", I replied back silently walking away. Now that was the only option left.

We walked just one step as there was a big large pit that needed to be crossed. I stood back sighing. He crossed it in one step. I am sure that would at least take me three steps to cross any way.

"Give me your hand", he called out spreading his hand asking me put mine in his, whilst I just stared at him. No! I mouthed. "You're not supposed to touch me, hold this bag", I threw my handbag on him while he tilted his head muttering me to be a retard. Whatsoever, but this is a freaking rule. I held on to the other side of the handbag. I had my hand on the head while he had his on the tail of the bag. He pulled me forward ultimately I somehow crossed the big pit.

"Why so much drama when you still have feelings for me", he sighed running his hand through his hair. Drama and I go hand in hand. A day without drama is not "Me". I moved my eyes trying to look normal still when I was having butterflies right away in my tummy. It felt a sensation, causing me take a deep breath to avoid the feeling. Do men also have these kinds of feelings when you talk about their love or crush? If yes then why doesn't it get showed up on their faces ever? I had to put my head down for a second to avoid my face becoming red tomato.

"Excuse me! We had a breakup and I'm not your same old girlfriend anymore", I replied back walking now.

"Oh really now, where was this statement of yours when you were expecting to be kissed by me in the office", he asked this time louder. He got a point! There goes my stupid heart again pumping more blood than needed to my cheeks. I tried to defense myself now, "With all due respect I wasn't the one caressing someone's lips, do you get that, and I pounced my words on him. He did have an effect of mine.

"Besides the kiss was a miss", I continued further. He titled his head up and down trying to think something.

"You haven't changed Manvi, the same girl whom I loved you is even now", he spoke softly fixing his gaze on my face. I broke the contact away from his eyes and moved further without waiting.

"I would be the same even if you meet me after ten years, but I couldn't guarantee about some people who have the tendency to change according to the situation", I spoke this time more seriously.

"C'mon now Manvi, are you still hanging to the same old topic, and you won't listen to the other side of the story, just babbling like a mad you do most times", he stopped abruptly putting on an unbelieving gaze. Easy to say Mr. Vadera, but hard to go through. I mentally traumanated, yes! I freaking still remember the same thing, yes I still love him and I know he loves me too. I feel sometimes giving in my feelings, but the past memories wash over me making myself inconsiderate. He stared for an explanation but I kept mum staring at him rather speaking up. He averted his gaze annoyed at my persistence and stubborn nature. I resumed my walk avoiding any more questions from him which would automatically make me tongue-tied.

"And why the hell shouldn't I touch you?" he asked holding my hand back. Now this has got a limit. I pulled away my hand and faced him.

"You seem to run on a short term memory loss, I grinned incredulously, "Recall our first breakup rule, you wouldn't touch me", and I repeated it again after the first time we broke up. I smiled back humorously so he couldn't forget it again. He banged his head into his own hand and walked faster with large footsteps. This monster, ugh...people who are taller feel they own this world. I had to literally jog to match his hefty footsteps.

"Can't you walk?" I shouted loud running behind him huffing and puffing. His large one footstep equals my three jogs. God! Why did I inherit my mother's genes? I mumbled loud. He stopped at once and looked until I matched his pace, I walked extra slow to annoy him.

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I jogged up to my flat and yawned ready to fall on the bed as soon as I open the door. He was still beside me. He didn't move. Surprise?

"If you're thinking to stay here tonight then keep dreaming because I'm not gonna allow you to even enter my flat", I counted on for him to leave.

"I don't want to share bed with your obnoxious pet, it irritates me so are you", he replied back annoyed. Okay, then why ain't he leaving? What the hell is he doing without leaving and staring at the door? Wait what he just say about my Scuba.

"Don't you dare call my dog that", I replied raising my finger in accusation. Damn it! I hate you as I love you Virat. The feelings are always mutual, my heart confided to me.

"Why will it bite me? Your pet seem to have inherited much of its traits from its master", he said glancing and pointing at me.

"Every dog has a day, wait and watch..."

"Okay meri maa, I have got better things to do than fight with you, he said walking away from their totally tuckered out."Then go, get lost you jerk", I shouted back on him and throwing my handbag in a corner before setting off to find the key to the flat. Great! Just great. Was this the only thing that was left for me to do now? I wondered out loud, just then I heard footsteps approaching me.

"You always keep the keys under the mat, I don't know if you still have the same old habit", Virat said lifting the mat up and then handing me the keys. Darn it! This is the problem with the people who know you inside out; they catch hold of every emotion of yours and even a habit. They read you like an open book and predict your words before than yourself and you can't do anything about it.

"No need for thanks", he spoke genuinely. I swear I was going to thank him now. I quietly unlocked the door and pushed myself in as Scuba came running to me.

"Lo aa gaya tumhara dream lover, 24/7 tumhari seva mein", he mocked indicating Scuba while I gave a fake broad smile and shut the door on his face.

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That would be the most weirdest title ever for a chap 😆, anyway...

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