"Riya's point of view,"
I didn't give a damn about what the office gossip might have had to say about Rachit and me right then.
Rachit understood all I wanted was to have lunch with him, and he wanted to assist me in de-stressing.
We sat face-to-face on the chair, which was already set up for the lunch table preparations.
Although I was no longer enraged by him, I continued to express my dissatisfaction with him regularly.
He inquired, his hand resting on mine. "Do you still have a problem with me?"
Instantaneously, I yanked my palm away from his grasp and declared, "No, I'm not."
"So, what's the deal with you being so deafeningly quiet?" He expressed himself in a solemn tone.
"Do you mean to tell me I'm excessively chatty?" I retorted with great vehemence.
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