“I will, eventually. Bye, take care,” With that, Yash ended the call. 
Rithik woke up a little while later. He wasn't fully asleep anyway. I prepared some lunch for him. I informed about Yash's call and how he was causing trouble for the people there. 
“It's not like I'll be here forever. I'll just sort things out with you and go back.” Rithik stated proudly. He fished out an envelope from a small bag. “See, I still have your ruthless letter.” 
“Is that so?” I raised a brow and gave a brief look. I quickly changed the topic. “Listen, I'll be off to office shortly. Let's have brunch together.” 
“Sure.” Rithik said and we started heading towards the kitchen. “By the way, who was the prick who carried you home yesterday?”
What? 
“Yesterday? You mean Vansh?” I answered, absentmindedly. Just then, it hit me as I whirled my head to him, wide-eyed. “Wait, you were here yesterday?! How did you know this address?” 
“Well, I convinced Ayesha to tell me. She was happy to comply,” He shrugged. I swear my two girlfriends from India shipped me with Rithik more than me. He squinted his eyes. “So his name's Vansh. So nice of you to occupy yourself with men right after you ditch me.” 
I rolled my eyes, “So nice of you to assume that shit. Vansh's just my colleague. He was carrying my dead ass to bed because I was too intoxicated. It was a drunken night.” I should probably thank him. 
For some reason, Rithik didn't believe me. Normally, I went home alone with the exception of Irfan who dropped me home for a few days. Yesterday was an only exception where a man accompanied at night and stayed. And Rithik had to be around right then. Talk about a motherfucking coincidence! 
I didn't have time to argue with Rithik so I let him assume whatever. I had to hurry for my office. I was already late. I told him to call if anything troubled him. With that, I buzzed off. 
~
It was already an eventful day with Rithik suddenly showing up at the doorstep. I thought things would be peaceful in the office. However, when I reached, I noticed odd looks from my teammates. Did something happen? 
“Seems like you had quite fun last night,” Irfan said, wriggling his brows. A frown etched my face. 
“Did something happen? Why is everyone looking at me like I made it out of a scandal? Angie even said she loved it. Loved what?” 
“You honestly don't know. Oh, boy! This shall be fun,” Irfan snickered. “Check your WhatsApp.” 
I did just that, my heart racing in dread. I noticed a series of notifications and mentions from our WhatsApp unofficial office group. I opened to see reactions of a video clip Vansh sent. It featured a drunk me, hopping on adjacent tiles and twirling round like a ballerina doll. My memory was foggy from yesterday. I vaguely remember doing something along the lines at the Charles River yesterday. When did Vansh record me? The nerve of that bastard. 
“Where's he? He's dead meat today.” I twisted my knuckles. 
“Rahimahullah (May Allah have mercy on him)” Irfan raised his palms in a prayer. I smacked his shoulder for enjoying too much. 
It didn't take long to spot the spikey haired scumbag. Too bad, we were in an office so I was unable to commit cold-blooded murder. I did show my resentment by throwing killer daggers at Vansh throughout the day. I felt the veins in my head throb as a headache began to form. Regardless, I impatiently waited for him to leave. He thought he could outsmart me by pretending to go to the washroom but I fucking knew better. No one could mess with me and leave scott free. I secretly followed him to the parking lot.