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“Of course. Pencil sharpener vaginas seem like your kind of kink.”
“She wasn’t sharpening anything,” he defended irrationally. “She said she broke pencils, not sharpened them.”
Raashi Gadde, evil incarnate, sipped her virulently pink drink through a mangled paper straw and mulled that over.
“Whatever,” she announced, doing a remarkable imitation of Orange Dress.
Harsh stifled the laugh that threatened to break free. The last thing he wanted to do was let her think he enjoyed talking to her.
“What are you doing here?”
She raised an insolent eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know I needed your permission to be anywhere.”
Irritation flared again. “Are you incapable of answering a simple question with a simple answer?”
“No. I am perfectly capable of it.” She slurped the last of her ridiculous drink and set her glass down.
“Then why don’t you?” he demanded.
She looked at him, sparks flaring behind those idiotic Gandhi shaped glasses of hers. “I don’t want to,” she sniped. “Especially when it comes to you.”
“Raash,” Ram said again.
Harsh looked at the other man. “Is that all you’re going to say at regular intervals while she runs wild like a feral rodent?”
“A feral rodent?” Her glasses were steaming up with outrage. “I’ll tell you why I’m here, you arrogant-“
“Raashi!” Her name snapped like a whip from Ram’s mouth and for once, she fell silent, a mutinous glare on her face.
Harsh looked at them, intrigued. Wow. How did Ram do that? He would pay anything to learn a trick that silenced this harpy.
And then she sighed and a look of defeat slipped over her previously mutinous face. It took Harsh a moment to realise that he didn’t like it. He was familiar with the ‘many nasty moods’ of Raashi Gadde but defeat had never played a role in them. And for some obscure reason, he found himself not liking it at all. He loved to get the better of her in an argument, but he didn’t like seeing her look defeated.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding like she was being strangled.
Harsh stared at her blankly. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes,” she ground out, looking miserable. “Do you want me to repeat myself? I’m sorry, okay?”
Bewildered, Harsh glanced at Ram who nodded back at him. “For what?” Harsh asked cautiously.
“You know for what?” She looked livid. “Is it necessary for you to humiliate me?”
“I’m not trying to humiliate you,” Harsh replied. “I genuinely have no clue what you’re apologizing for.” He had a laundry list of offences she’d committed towards him but then so had he towards her. So, by that token…
“Um, I’m sorry too?” he offered, his confusion making it sound like a question.
“Don’t mock me,” she growled.
Jeez, the woman made his head spin. How the fuck was he mocking her now?
“She’s sorry about what she said at the movie premiere,” Ram interjected, seemingly fed up with the two of them.
“Oh that!” Harsh shrugged. “It’s okay.”
An uncomfortable silence fell around their little trio as they tried to think of something they had in common to discuss. Anything that would steer the conversation out of uncomfortable waters.
“So, how’s work?” Harsh broke it finally with a question for Ram.
