Okay, I’ve officially lost my mind. But teasing him is just too much fun.
Manav:Stop calling us that.
Me:Why?
Manav:I don’t like it.
Me:What don’t you like? Being friends… or the benefits?
There was a pause. My lips twitched, waiting for his response.
Manav:I think you know the answer.
My heart did an actual flip. Why does this man have to be so infuriatingly addictive?
Me:How was work? Did you fire any people today?
He didn’t reply for a few seconds. Then his message came through.
Manav:Not yet. How was your day? Was the meeting good?
Me:Great… and yes… Publishers have finally stopped threatening to sue me, and my manager has not murdered me after ditching her five hundred calls.I got the email confirming the same cottage I stayed at in France. It's so… so… beautiful. You know… There are flowers I can’t even imagine counting.
Manav:Sounds interesting. When are you… leaving?
Me:After the book launch… Probably fifteen days max.
Manav:Okay…
Me:What are your plans for the week?
Manav:I will be leaving for Mumbai the day after tomorrow. It is a four-day business event. Will be back Friday evening. Any plans?
Me:It’s Dadi’s birthday dinner on Saturday, and you are coming.
Manav:Done.
Me:Also, please don’t come shirtless.
Manav:Why?
Me:Your abs are very distracting. And you should get rid of them
Manav:Are you sure? You might want to rethink that. The way you cling to them—even in your sleep, says otherwise.
Me:Noted. Have you had dinner?
Manav:Not yet. Just wrapped up a meeting.
Me:Are you in the office?
Manav:Yes.
Me:At midnight? When are you going home?
Manav:Staying in the office tonight.
Me:What happened to your planet-sized bungalow?
