“Well, tell that to him. He's gotten the impression you're really out to sleep with him.” Irfan said, tearing off the chicken meat with his teeth. I looked away, cringing. 
“Let him think that way. It's interesting. What's your deal? Don't butt in between.” 
He rolled his eyes. “I should let you know though. He's not like your Dave.” 
“My Dave?” I repeated, my tone condensing. I stopped chewing. “Where did that come from?” 
Irfan glanced at me like I was a fool. “I heard you slept with him or something. He boasted about getting lucky with you.” 
“Getting lucky? Bullshit! I never slept with that jerk. Ugh, do these men behave the same in every country? Dave and I just kissed—”
“Hey, spare me from your dirty details. I just wanted to say Vansh isn't like that.” He cut me off, raising his hands in surrender. 
The pasta didn't taste as good anymore. I lost my appetite, thanks to Irfan. I got up. “Gosh, you are so infuriating sometimes. I'm leaving.” 
Things only got worse, the next day. 
“Where's the construction field report of this week, Natasha?” Richard asked me for the second time while standing behind my desk. 
“Wait a minute, sir. I'm searching. I finished the report yesterday so it should be in the folder,” I responded while frantically clicking on all the files in my computer but failed to find the desired Excel sheet. I even did a Windows search but no luck. How could this be?
“Ah, let it be. Just submit it tomorrow,” Richard said with a sigh after collecting everyone's hard printed files. “But don't delay your reports next time. I also have somebody to answer to, if you know what I mean.” 
“Yes sir, sorry sir,” I apologized, dejected. I could have bloody sworn I completed my file and saved it on my PC. Then what on earth—
That's exactly when I noticed something across the room. Noticed a victorious smirk from none other than Vansh, his brown eyes twinkling. I shot him daggers but even that didn't deter his confident gaze away. Don't tell me he sneaked into my PC in the morning? I should have put on a password. Guess I underestimated him. 
But then, Vansh underestimated me too.
An hour later, I went to Richie's office with a brand new file. Luckily I didn't delete the file from my personal laptop. Although I had to edit and update the data before printing it. “Sorry for the delay, but here's the report, sir.”
“Alright, good work.” Richard said, reading the file. 
I headed straight to Vansh's cubicle who seemed to be doing his work diligently. I slapped his desk, clenching my jaw. “That was fuckin' low. Work wasn't included in the bet, you prick. When did you touch my PC? It's a breach of privacy.” 
Vansh continued typing away with his keyboard, unfazed, “You mess with me, I mess with you. You don't mess with me, I don't mess with you. As simple as that.” 
I tried to ask Vansh when he hacked into my PC but he remained indifferent. It was like he grew an extra pair of balls today. Eventually, he offered me a pendrive. “It contains your report along with some small files. I never deleted them. I just transferred it here. I planned to give you this at the end of the day, but you just had to work on it again and submit it today. Poor you.” 
“Shut up!” I snatched the pendrive away. His lips twitched in response. As if telling he won this round. You just wait and see. 
That was the first evening in the week when I didn't accompany Vansh home. I didn't feel like seeing him, Irfan, Dave or any of my office mates. Perhaps I should go and slap some common sense into Dave.