FF: I hate love storys.. UPD50 - Page 3

Revenge is a dish that needs to be served cold, but sometimes it needs to be served HOT.

My question: how the hell did they know each other?

I approached the table where the essentials were kept, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows. I grabbed three bottles, all containing different oils for massage; after which, I cautiously approached the bed. Although I was completely sweaty, my hands were as cold as snow. I rubbed them together in an attempt to warm them up a little. I couldn't question my level of determination now; it was about "revenge." I ordered myself to be brave and not be afraid of this arrogant man that lay before me.

I took a bottle and poured some oil on the palm of my hand.

"You are strong. You are strong." I kept motivating myself.

I hesitated one last time before I closed my eyes and rested my palms on his back. He was toned yet as soft as a cascade of cotton, and so terribly warm. My tensed hands began to relax and moved in a circular motion on Arjun's back.

"Today I am very tensed, right?" he questioned.

I cleared my throat again and responded, "Quite a little." I confirmed.

"It's always because of her." Arjun continued.

Huh? What was he blathering about? A woman?
I felt a bit of compassion for her: she has to be a Saint. Anyway, Nikhil had some explaining to do when we met next.

"Today, when she came into my office, she was wearing an orange suit." He continued. "She looked so pretty."

Wait a minute, there was no reason to be so alarmed. I tried to recall all the events at office this morning ... and I realized none of the ladies wore an orange suit except for... Me! Oh. My. God! He was talking about me? I struggled to gather my senses. Arjun Punj was talking about me and what was even more astonishing was the fact that Nikhil was aware of it. What were these two up to? Deeply engrossed in my thoughts, I was caught by a movement of anger; I dug my fingers into his back and pressed fervently.
Arjun gasped in response.

"Hey, man, go softly!" he complained, raising the voice. "You're hurting me!"
I fought back a laugh of victory. "Sorry." I whispered roughly, out of habit.

Apologize? No way! I began to think of something more painful than a pinch on the back. He needed 'royal treatment'... Sure! There was perhaps something healthier like  a stone massage? I walked away from the couch, just enough to get closer to the heated stones, and turned the knob to point to the maximum temperature. "Idiot bank manager! Now you'll taste my professionalism and competence." I sneered. Then I returned to give him a massage.

"Wait." Arjun said suddenly, forcing me to withdraw my hands off of his back. "I need to turn around now."
What? No!
I immediately froze, pushing his arms back. "Er, I have to complete the massage first."
What kind of excuse was that?! Oh no, I was going to be killed. Completely killed.
"Okay" replied Arjun, returning to the same position as before. I took a sigh of relief.

Suddenly Arjun spoke, "What the hell are you doing? Today your hands feel like those of a girl's"

I froze.

Then he continued. "Did you know that I asked Arohi for last week's meetings' report by tomorrow morning? Arjun grinned. "You can't imagine how funny it is to burden her with work, knowing that she would never do anything to disobey my orders."
That was it! My cup of patience just overflowed! Anger raged within me.
He dare he did all this on purpose? For about a year my mental healthcare was shattered, and that idiot was amused to see me crawl under him? My body burned in pure anger. I grabbed a highly reactive cream, and began to spread it on his back.
After that, I turned the knob, which I had turned to full capacity a while ago so as to switch off.

"Nikhil, what cream are you using today?" Arjun questioned. "It's itching all over."

Ah, itching? Oh poor boss! I grabbed the heated stones carefully and placed them all on his back. How would you like some healthy and pure heat? With that, I ran out of the room like a rocket. Once in the hallway, I heard Arjun yelp in pain.