Tanya's POV:

I was glad that we were able to clear the air between us. We both misunderstood each other but now everything was solved. Or not.

After having dinner, I stood up to wash dishes when he came beside me and started helping me.

"I am sorry", he muttered slowly, looking at dishes, instead of me.

"Huh?" Why was he saying sorry now. I thought we were done talking about that now.

"I...I didn't mean to make you cry. Nor did I want you to feel unsafe because of my anger".

"Raghav––", I tried to stop him as there was no need now. Everything was sorted.

"Hear me out please", he requested.

I nodded, not being able to deny his request as he looked at me pleadingly.

"I got worried when I couldn't contact you and many bad thoughts ran through my mind. It was my worry for you but it came out in the form of anger.

"I overreacted, didn't I? You must already know that I the king of sensitivity. I was the same in college days too".

"Raghav, it's fine––".

Raghav didn't hear my words as his mind was somewhere else totally. And I came to know when I heard his mumbling, which I probably wouldn't have heard if I wasn't standing near him.

"No wonder, I didn't have any friends. Who would want such an overbearing guy over their neck?"

This was the first time, I saw this side of him. He always looked at ease when he was alone. I thought that was his preference. But, now I guess, it wasn't really the case.

"There's nothing wrong in being sensitive", I said, stopping him from going into a guilt trip.

He snorted after hearing my sentence, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.

"I scared you enough to think that I was going to hit you. You are still saying that my sensitivity is okay?" He asked, looking at me with an incredulous expression.

I washed off my soapy hands, before making him turn towards me, so he could clearly see and understand.

"First", I raised my one finger, "I said sensitivity was okay, not your anger. You being sensitive, means that you care and that's a good thing".

"Secondly", I raised my another finger, "Even if your scolding was too much and not at all needed, my reaction wasn't right too".

"Wh..what do you mean by your reaction wasn't right?" He asked, looking utterly confused.

I put down my two fingers and let out a puff of air from my mouth.

"It's true, I got scared. But it was because of my past experiences and not because of your anger. If this situation had happened before I had encountered with someone like Mr. Pratyush, then I would have screamed at you in return. Or maybe, I would have thrown my purse at your head.

"Your anger didn't bring out the reaction. My fear did. So stop feeling too guilty", I explained, but before he could react I yelled out, "But that doesn't mean that you can scold me whenever you feel like it".

He started laughing making me frown. I was serious. Just because I assured him, it didn't mean I would understand everytime he decided to scold me.

"You are one of a kind", he spoke between his laughs, making me stick my tongue out at me.

Smiling inwardly, I started washing dishes again.

We were almost done with work, when I called him.

"Raghav".

"Yeah?" He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Those people are unlucky who didn't give you a chance. Don't think low of yourself. One must be extremely lucky to find a caring friend like you".

"Really? Where is this coming from? I thought you didn't like me", he asked, looking amazed.

'Ah! This guy can't just take a compliment. Instead of saying thank you, he wants to rile me up'.

"I didn't like you because you were too good. You were so perfect, excelling at everything. An ideal son for parents. It was jealousy. There you have the answer- I was jealous of you, happy?" I answered, making a bad face at him.

"I cannot dance", he said with a small smile.

"Huh? Where did that come from?"

'How the hell did dance come between this conversation and why wasn't he making fun of me being jealous of him?'

"I was informing you about the thing, I don't excel at. I cannot dance. Not only dancing but there are various other things which I cannot do or I am bad at it. I guess, no one saw through it as an everyone already had an image of me being perfect in their mind", he explained, before leaving the kitchen.

"Maybe", I muttered to myself.

What he said was in fact true, he actually wasn't perfect. But more than that fact, this conversation actually made me realize how pure and good hearted person, he was.

Coming out of my thoughts, I switched off the lights and moved towards the room.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I saw him descending down the stairs with a pillow and a blanket.

"Umm..even if you said that it wasn't my fault, I still made you scared. I still lost the trust you had placed on me. So, I will sleep on the couch. You can go and sleep peacefully without any fear".

'Now, I seriously want to punch him. How many times should I explain this to him? Why can't he let go of the guilt?'

I was the one who got scared but right now it looked like Raghav was the one who got most affected by this ordeal.

"Trust isn't something that goes away so quickly. It takes time to build it and even more to lose it. If I am to lose my trust on you with one incidence, then that would mean that trust wasn't actually there in first place.

"I am telling you this last time. Listen carefully. Yeah, if you had actually beaten me up or even thought about it, then sure, you would have lost my trust. But it was my fear not your actions, that caused my reaction. So chill".

He finally calmed down. Hopefully, this was the last time or I was seriously gonna punch him till he understood.

"I am not going to stop trusting you over one fight. Brace yourself, Mr. Raghav, there are many more fights to come", I smirked at him, before snatching away his pillow and blanket.

I went up towards the room with his things, leaving an openmouthed Raghav behind.