Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

8.

"Shifa...?" He uttered but this time there was a smile on his lips which addressed that he was trying to tease me, and somehow that smile managed to vanish my nervousness to some extent. Unwillingly I giggled after watching his smile.

"You're again teasing me. Aren't you?" I complain about a smile but he shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm asking very seriously." He was trying to be serious but his style was playful.

"Why would I do care about your likes and dislikes?" Narrowing my eyes I replied playfully "I don't care," I added in a playful manner on which he chuckled holding his arms on his chest

"Really? Don't you?" I shook my head in reply while suppressing my giggle. "Why?" He fake glared at me.

"Why would I care for you? Who are you to me?" In the same playful manner, I cross-questioned.

Wait a minute... We both are arguing as if we are friends.

Are we or not? 

"Good... this question is better!"

"Now tell me who I'm for you?" He raised another question in front of me, I wanted to cry about that situation, he was leaving me on Cross Road every time.

"You're my senior," I said while shrugging and taking a sip of water but his expressions become denser than before, making me distress.

"Is this a way to talk to your senior? Don't you know the protocols? There is a particular manner to talk with your seniors" He scolded me making the blood run cold inside my frame. He was correct I shouldn't be so casual with him. I wanted to run away from that place due to the embarrassment but what could I do?

'Shifa when you haven't talk to any other guy in this friendly manner then why you've crossed that boundary of professionals?' My heart criticised me and I didn't lift up my gaze.

"Miss Shifa I'm asking something" His voice was strict and my tears were ready to pop out.

"Deni we're friends too." I muttered looking at his face which was still holding the same anger. "Or aren't we?" I asked fearfully, my voice was shivering but he raised his left brow.

"If we're friends then don't you care about my likes and dislikes?" He smiled and I held my forehead with a sight of relief but my heart was still beating fast.

"Aapne mujhe dara diya tha Deni" I complaint with a defeated smile. He chuckled gently and served me a few pieces of Paneer tikka which he was already having.

(Deni, you scared me)

"Try this it's very tasty" I poke the fork in a price of cottage cheese before dipping it in the green dip and...

It was delicious! I guess the best Paneer tikka I had till the date.

"It's delicious" with this compliment I lift the next morsel.

Now I can forgive Deni for not ordering Biryani. With this thought I smiled looking at him, he was busy in having lunch using the fork and knife.

Ughh... How can someone use knife and fork to have indian food? I never become master in using knife.

"Hmm Miss Shifa... Bataya nahi aapne? Do you care or not?" I had taken only second or third bite when He again asked while having his lunch and I was again at crossroad.

(You haven't tell me yet!)

"I've done, thanks for the meal." To avoid that question I stood up leaving the morsel of my hand and he laughed.

"Arey aap to aese bhaag rahi ho jese mene aap se bill mang liya ho... Main to sirf jawaab mang raha hu" He said when I took a single step ahead.