"So tell me, what should I do?!" I whined through the phone.
I heard him chuckle before he said, "When did I turn into your legal advisor?"
"I volunteered you."
"Shouldn't you ask for my permission first?"
"No."
"I think, yes."
I could practically feel his signature smirk plastered across his face.
"Arnav?"
"Yes, Trisha."
"Please be my consultant then. You are amazing at giving advice."
"I am honored."
"Does that mean it's a yes?"
"No."
"Arnav!"
"Treat me and I'll be your mentor."
"Fine. Now tell me what should I do?"
"What do you think?"
I raised my eyebrows when I heard him. The i***t is supposed to help me!
"I don't know. That's why I am asking you, genius," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You said that you wanted her to forgive you. Why do you feel that?" he asked solemnly
