Your friend?

"Rachit's point of view,"
As soon as I walked inside the office, my gaze was drawn to Ashish and Riya, who stood in front of me.
When Ashish noticed me, he motioned to Riya, who took the file from Ashish's grip and said, "I'll check and sign it."
When I saw both of them, I smiled and said "good morning."
Together, they wished me a good day.
Riya was not talking to anyone else in the office anymore, but whatever she was talking about with Ashish, they stopped chatting as soon as I arrived.
I didn't appreciate her talking to Ashish like this at all, but I know my boundaries, so I stared at her carefully, saying nothing.
A tiny smile appeared on my lips when I saw her.While walking with her to her cabin with the file, I inquired if she was available at 11:00 a.m., as I wanted to discuss something about the new project.
While entering her cabin, she gave me her approval.
I invited her to meet me in the conference hall at 11:00 a.m. on my way to my cabin.
Because a training session was already in progress in the conference room, I agreed to hold the meeting in my office at Mr. Poonia's request.
At 10:40 p.m., I attempted to provide information by dialing her cellphone number, but she had not yet removed my number off the blacklist.
What does this girl think of herself?Why does she have such a hostile perception?
Why is she avoiding me when I know she likes me?
I took a big breath and dialed her cabin's extension, but it was already in use.
The pantry boy then knocked on my cabin door.
"Your tea, Sir," said the pantry boy, holding the tray in his hand.
Come in, "I told him."
I told him to go inform Riya I'd want to invite her to my cabin.
After listening to me, he shook his head and walked towards Riya's cabin.
Tea!
This was just what I needed; without tea, my brain stops working.
Why do people drink coffee?
I hate coffee.
I dislike coffee's bitter flavor.
I double-checked the presentation on my laptop while keeping the empty cup of tea on the side of the table.
Riya then knocked on the door and motioned for me to enter the conference room.
I informed her that they would hold the meeting at my office because of a training session.
She paused before entering my cabin.
I motioned for her to take a seat by pointing to the empty chairs in front of me.
She slid a chair in front of her and sat down, thanking me.
Mr. Dhawan and Mr. Poonia walked into the cabin.
We discussed the testing and trial of the new project after greeting them.
I was going to keep my eyes on Riya's face, even if I didn't want to.
When Mr. Dhawan was speaking with her, she firmly answered his questions.
Her powerful personality drew me in.
Mr. Dhawan and Mr. Poonia expressed their gratitude when I presented my marketing approach to the three of them, but Riya remained mute, and I was expecting her to express her appreciation.
But, observing her behavior, I became enraged when she didn't give me any compliments.
Why is she so arrogant?
Mr. Dhawan got up from his chair after the discussion ended and followed Mr. Purnia to his cabin.
However, the pantry boy appeared at the door with a cup of coffee for her.
She chastised the pantry boy angrily and demanded the coffee be returned.
I politely offered her to sit in my cabin and have coffee, but she declined, demonstrating her disdain for me.
I studied the pantry boy's features.
With a terrified expression on his face, he stood at the cabin's door.
The more I attempt to maintain my composure, the more this girl irritates me.
"Will you provide me with the testing report for your project so that I can notify my staff about the exact launch date of the product?"
I demanded, commandingly.
She didn't have any other choice, so she sat back in her chair silently.
I told the pantry boy to put it on the coffee table for her.
He thanked me and exited my cabin.
She was nervously stroking her pen with her palms as she sat alone in my cabin with me.
"Do you like black coffee?" I asked, looking at her coffee mug.
She ignored me and started shouting furiously about her testing report.
Seeing her angry expression made me very delighted.
It drew my gaze to her lips once more.
She took two sips from her coffee mug before returning them to the table.
I asked her if I could taste black coffee. Since I wanted to kiss her lips so badly.
It took aback her when she heard what I said.
I drank all the coffee in the coffee mug in one breath before she could say anything else.
"I haven't had such a great and sweet coffee until today," I added, noticing her surprised expression.
"What! "
The coffee, however, was devoid of sugar, she inquired, her tone befuddling.
With a giggle, I answered, "My coffee was delicious because it combined with the sweetness of your lips."
It filled her face with looks of rage, bewilderment, and surprise all at the same time.
I'll respond to her in her own language right now.
If she shows me her ego and attitude, I will show her my wrath.
"What the hell is going on?"
She demanded aggressively, "Sir, may I return to my cabin?"
She added a flourish to the term "sir." As a result, she pinched my nerves once again.
"No, you won't go anywhere until I say so," I severely warned her.
"Do you require any other information, Sir?" she demanded aggressively.
She addressed me as "sir" once more.
Oh my god, what should I do with this girl?
Why is my phone number still on the do-not-call list?
"Are you still enraged by me? "
She became enraged when I asked her a question.
And it brought up memories of working in an office. Hearing her remarks made me feel as if I was following her around against her will and kissing her.
"Don't flirt with me otherwise," she cautioned, before falling silent.
flirt!
She thinks my kissing is flirting with her, though I can't evaluate someone based on one kiss.
What is she thinking about me?"
What else could there be?" I screamed violently at the top of my lungs.
I was curious how far she could go.
Otherwise, I'll have to complain to you," she added, stutteringly.
So you're going to deal with the personal matter professionally now?
"OK, go complaint," I shouted aggressively, slamming my palms against the chair's handle.
She is constantly terrified when she sees my angry expression, but she never expresses it on her face.
When she saw my enraged expression, she said, "Let me go."
"Do you think I'd ever kiss a girl like that?" I inquired, my tone irritated.
But I'm not sure what happens when I get close to her. My wrath fades as the desire to kiss her overcomes me.
On the one hand, I despise her rage and attitude, but both her rage and attitude draw me to her.
I'm not sure why I suddenly become sensitive when I'm upset.
I...I... I didn't mean that. Her tongue trembled once more.
"So, what exactly did you mean?" With my gaze fixated on her, I inquired.
"Do you think it's appropriate for you to stop me in your office this way?" She screamed at me and asked,What made her so enraged with me?
"I don't care if it's wrong," I said nonchalantly.
Her obnoxious behavior irritated me.
"What happened that you are so furious with me?"
"You did not talk to me properly for three days, nor did you take my number off the blacklist; I did not sleep properly for three days."
I tried to explain my condition to her one last time.
She continued to ignore me and began lecturing me about the office environment.
"No, I will not go until you answer my questions," I told her sternly.
She finally admitted that she has a boyfriend and that she does not want to cheat on him after giving up in the face of my insistence.
"Don't you take care of me?" I inquired as I listened to her.
"Yes, I will take care of you, but as a friend," she said.
"Oh, so you kiss all your friends passionately like this?"
I got her twisted up in her words.
"No, what are you saying?" She informed me with a surprised expression on her face.
"I'm the only one of your friends who kisses you passionately."
I couldn't stop smiling as I saw her get wrapped up in the web of stuff.
When she heard me, she blushed and whispered, "Please let me go."
I was finally noticing the impact of my proximity on her.
I kissed her on the outside of her lips lightly.
Her closed eyes beckoned me to kiss her. But I turned away from her and rose, attempting to play with her a little.
She gently opened her eyes after a while and hurried towards her cabin.
"Miss Riya, your phone," I said as I took her phone from the table.
She took the phone from my grip and bolted towards her cabin.
Her expression conveyed to me she is as fascinated with me as I am with her.
I couldn't control my feelings and couldn't stop myself from kissing her, even knowing that someone else was already there in her life.
"Something is wrong with this girl who made Rachit Khurana drink black coffee doing nothing," I replied, smiling at the coffee mug on the table.