11. The One Where I Face The Reality

"Kabir, where are we going?" I caught his hand to stop his movements. The street was strange to me, no doubt every street in Bangalore was strange to me. I didn't get much time to wander around. Kriti had said we would explore the city on the weekend in her activa.

He rolled his eyes, grinning. "Remember we played twenty questions once and you told me you love Punjabi food after South Indian?" I nodded. "And last night you were complaining that you're sick of sambhar." I nodded along with his words, growing restless. "Damn woman, stay calm." He laughed. "This street has best Punjabi food."

"Is it?"

"Of course, my foodie girl."

"I'm not a foodie."

"You are." He slung his arm across my neck, pushing us inside the restaurant. "You ate the whole pizza last weekend."

"I was hungry," I argued. "I'm never coming to your apartment again."

To my reply, he smirked and pulled the chair back. "My lady. Shall we?"

I sat down and gleamed at his side. "Do you realize we've never gone out like a date?