The Blurred Lines

• Jealousy •

| Lavanya |

Half an hour has passed and I am already feeling bored of this gathering. Kabir and I have got tired, speaking and greeting to everyone.

Things between Agastya and his secretary, however, have heaten up. I have never seen Agastya allowing a woman to touch him, the way she throws herself on him.

Glad I didn't fall for his bait when he said that whatever he said about his past to me, wasn't to trap me. Men will always be men. They can't ever be loyal.

"He stares at you, whenever you look away." Kabir has told me, but I don't believe him.

I stuck out my tongue towards Kabir as he eyes me. No matter how busy he is, Kabir will never fail to notice that I am staring at Agastya.

Fuck! Why can't I just stop?

"I am so sorry." I hear her sweet, delicate voice as she walks past me, hitting me on my arm.
The drink in my hand spills on the floor, the glass breaks in pieces.

"No, you are not! Of course, not." I turn around to confront Agastya's secretary. She doesn't look bothered at all.

"Sorry, what?" She says, with her plum lips pressed into a thin smile, her eye brows raised and I realise that I already hate her.

I can't lie. She's gorgeous. Very magnificent and beautiful, someone Agastya couldn't have ignored.

"You did it deliberately." I reply, clearing my throat.
"I just know. You and your boss can't help but scheme against people, right?" Venomous words spill out of my mouth without a second thought. I am hating all of this.

"Sorry! But you are talking absolute nonsense ma'am." she speaks after a long pause. It felt like she was reading me.

"The fucking audacity!" I say in a loud voice. Kabir, Agastya both witness the spat. I can feel their eyes on both of us.

"Me, telling you the bitter truth on your face is not nonsense, but you kissing your boss, surely is! I never knew that your boss is a womanizer too. Well that's an addition to his already feathered cap." I take a jibe.

"You should not comment on what we do. It's not your concern or is it?" She smirks at her last words. She must be knowing about me, I guess.

"You can't tell me what I should do and what I should not. Collect your fucking ass and clear my way." I say as bitterly as I can. I am seething.

Why?

"You are jealous." She comments which infuriates me.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?" I am getting defensive. Ugh.

"You are jealous and I can understand." Her glossy pink lips curve into a smirk again and she takes a calculated pause. "But just to be clear, I am out of the picture. He's all yours." She raises her hand in front of her stomach, with an unserious expression.

"To kill, hate or.." I bat my eyelid towards Agastya and finally, in these two hours, see him eye to eye.

"Kiss?" His secretary, however grabs my attention.

"Over my dead body!" I retort and walk past her. I feel Agastya smiling at me, as I retreat into the crowd.

I still feel him, his lingering gaze, his small smiles and smirk. Everything.

To bring a smile on my face, Kabir asks me for a dance as the saxophone playing in the party is too melodious to not give in. Everyone's enjoying themselves, even him.