Everything is fair in love and war

"Who?" I asked instantly feeling excited.

She didn't reply, instead she just.....nevermind you already know.

GIGGLES!

What on earth has gotten onto her? Her giggles are driving me insane.

" Khushi, why do you keep on giggling like a teenage girl who got called out on a date by her crush?" I said while rolling my eyes.

" The answer is already in your question" I could imagine her scoffing over the phone. It took me a while to comprehend what she was babbling about. As realisation dawn on me, my eyes instantly became saucers. I could already imagine Khushi blushing over the phone.

IS SHE FREAKIN KIDDING ME!

"Khushi, you mean its official now..." I don't know why but I was whispering like how teenage girls would gossip.

Which I never did even when I was a teenager. Why? Because I am a good girl.

Really Diya. Think about it....said my conscience.

Hmmm....because I didn't have any friend to gossip with back then? I don't know. It never interested me anyway.

Now back to Khushi after my spacing out session.

" Yes, Diya!!! And you are going to meet him today" I could hear her giggling AGAIN.

I can't believe what she just said. My eyeballs almost popped out of my eye socket.

Wait, I think I am exaggerating it.

I already know that Khushi secretly likes someone. How do I know? Duh, the person over the phone told me so.

All it needed was a little convincing no.....actually a bit of blackmailing. Ok, a lot of blackmailing. But in the end, I got my trophy.

What?

You can't blame me I am just a curious kid. Well, a grown kid to be precise.

How about a curious weirdo to be more precise.

I just pretend that I didn't hear anything from my conscience.

How could I not get suspicious about Khushi talking and texting to the same person every day? Ok not every day, but how could I just ignore it being her roommate + classmate + buddy. It could have been a serial killer for god sake, plus she is so innocent. I can't see my friend getting played or layed. I care for her and attending her funeral is the last thing I wanna do.

Khushi being a loyal and true friend told me whatever happened between them after me blackmailing her. After listening to her part of the story I was convinced that the guy is nowhere near a serial killer or an assassin.

How do I know? Simple.

'Sherlock Holmes stories'

What? I grew up reading his stories ok. You can't blame me. So, me having the experience of reading his detective stories for like more than 100 times, I exactly know how a serial killer would be or act like.

I thought Khushi just had a mere 'crush' on him.

Tells the person who doesn't even know that such a word exists.

You know who that was right. My conscience just loves annoying the hell out of me.

But I didn't know that she was so serious about him until I realised how badly he affected her.

LEGIT!

One day, if he didn't call her for like one freaking day; you can see my angel like a friend turning into a wild crazy lady. Her mood will be so bad for the entire day.

During those days, I really wish I had a ticket to Mars so that I don't have to be her scapegoat during that particular day but I exactly end up being one. Anyways, she never admitted that she had feelings for him, isn't that obvious that she is in denial.

I really wanted to know who was this person who captured my friend's heart which a lot of boys, literally a lot of boys fail to do. Forget about my awkwardness while meeting new people, but I really wanted to meet this guy but Khushi was hesitant about it because even she was not sure about her feeling for him.

But today, I guess someone made the first move, must be that guy I say. I can feel Khushi's happiness even from the other end of the phone.

Yess!! I hate love. You have no idea about the amount of hatred I have for that word. It completely irks me to no end. I still remember wearing an invisible cloak back in high school that clearly mentioned 'DO NOT APPROACH ME' in bold capital words. I was a nerd or probably still am one but I was never your typical nerd who would cower away from their bullies.

Nop, never happened.

I still can't remember the number of  noses correction bully's noses that I had broken who tried to mess with me and none had the guts to complain to our teachers because complaining that a girl and that too a nerd breaking your pretty crooked nose is something that they never wanted to experience being afraid of the mocking stares and humiliation that would come along with it. Yeah, I was an ass-kicking nerd who didn't like approaching or being approached for anything. However, I still vaguely remember somewhere along the line, where a guy with messy blonde hair who had pierced eyebrow, lip, and ear around my age approaching me during my senior year in high school to confess whatever he had for me. I was pretty impressed with his guts so the gut is where I punched him hard after his cocky proposal.

Oh, the horrific face of the bypassers and his contorted face due to my watch worth punch was something I could never forget about. After that incident, those who maintained a 2 feet distance from me changed it into 10 feet which made me roam around the school with no hindrance from anyone. Not even from the school jocks. They knew better to not waste their time and get their nose broken. Ohh... sweet memories. Well, I guess if someone approaches me now with the same intentions, I would probably deal with it more maturely.

How?

Duh.....I would probably laugh my ass out, rolling on the ground, clutching my stomach until tears start to pool around my eyes thinking about the level of stupidity that guy must have had to approach someone like me and the side beholding in front him will surely make him run miles away from me, cursing himself for not checking my sanity before pulling that stupid stunt of a proposal. See....now that is what I call maturity*smug face*.

Anyways, I don't expect everyone to think like me or act like me. If Khushi is happy with him, I will be more than happy for her. What? Do you think I am an idiotic hypocrite? Well, I would rather call that living life the way I like and letting others live the way they like it. Simple. After all, her happiness matters the most. I hope he is a nice guy unlike 'someone' I recently met. Hufff....

" Ok Khushi! I will be there. No worries" I said and hung up her call.

Now, where was I?

Shit!! That devil just gave me two hours to complete my work and I have successfully wasted 40 minutes. Great!

I groaned thinking about the work in front  of me.

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Rahul's POV

Its almost gonna be 2 hours since I last saw her and there is no sign of her coming any time soon. I had a victorious smile on my face. I guess my plan worked. I mean like how could it not? My previous PA takes like a day to complete the work that I gave Diya just now. I purposely gave her 2 hours, so that I could see her hanging her face down in embarrassment. I smiled evilly while thinking about it.

I am so gonna get you this time Diya.

After exactly 2 hours, she entered my cabin with the file that I gave her.

What the? I thought she won't even have the guts to enter my office after failing to do the work that I gave her.

She motioned towards my desk and place the file in front  of me.

" Sir, here is the file that you asked for. It has every information in it" she said while looking at the file. She just had to ruin my moment. My victorious smile disappeared just like that.

"Everything?" I asked her in a questioning tone. " Yup, EVERYTHING!" she said and was about to leave but then she came back and said that " Sir if you don't mind can I leave the office around 5.30 p.m? I have something important to attend this evening".

Usually, people leave the office around 6.00 p.m except me but why is she asking 30 minutes early leave.

" You don't have to worry about me not completing my work Mr Ranawat. I assure you that before I leave I will complete all my pending works " she said being all confident.

I like her guts. But it's not at all helping her at the moment.

" Well Ms Diya if you say so, then it should be fine. But remember I want all your work completed before you leave" I said while smirking.

" Sure sir," she said and exited my office.

But I am not gonna let you leave early Diya. Wait for it.

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Diya's POV

I must say that smug look on his face just disappeared in thin air after seeing my finished work. To say that he was surprised was an understatement.

Who wouldn't be surprised? That was nearly impossible for me but not exactly impossible. I had a lot of information to gather in a very short period of time. I panicked at first but then I remembered how we usually complete our assignments just one day before the due date. Not always sometimes. We always had our ways with the assignments, if not how do you expect us to survive 4 years of med school. Trust me, sometimes you need to act smart.

Dang, it.

I called my friends and we activated our so-called 'assignment' group. I told them that it was an emergency and they didn't even demand an explanation. See that's why I told you that they mean a lot to me. Finally, we completed the assignment AKA 'my work'.

Thats not cheating right? Hate me as much as you want but remember 'EVERYTHING IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR'. In my case, it's definitely a WAR.

So that's how I got it done.

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Now I was in my cabin thinking no... regretting why did I even ask him whether I can leave early or not. He didn't say anything like what I expected but I still have a bad feeling about it. How could I not feel suspicious after seeing that sinister look on his face?

Diya don't be a pessimist, think positively.

Then I took a look at my desktop. There was a lot of emails from Mr Ranawat. I went through all of his emails and groaned in frustration.

Even my lecturers were saner than him. That's a lot of work. Freaking lot.

Suddenly, I remembered that I forgot something IMPORTANT. Yeah, its lunchtime!!!

What?

Food is important ok and its the only thing that has been keeping me motivated for the past 23 years. Plus to complete all that work I need motivation and for motivation I need food. So off I went to the cafeteria.

And obviously, I know where it is, after all, it was the very first place that searched eagerly after joining here.