"Armaan…..tune apne chicken ka keema banaa diya hai," Angad stared at the shreds on Armaan's plate. Instead of eating, Armaan's gaze was frozen on Riddhima and Rahul having a great time on a table across from them. With his fork and knife, he had battered the food on his plate into an unrecognizable mish-mash.
"Yeh soch le….main Raoool ke tukde tukde kar raha hoon!" Armaan clenched his jaws angrily.
"Mujhey bhookha rehnaa pasand nahin hai yaar….let's eat man," Angad elbowed Armaan. Unlike Armaan, Angad preferred to keep his gaze away from Kripa and Prithvi at the other table. For some reason, he was not jealous the way Armaan was. After his conversation with Dr Keerti, he felt a strange sense of 'ownership' over Kripa- as if she was destined to be with him rather than Prithvi. Even though, he hated her guts and ideology, he felt she 'belonged' to him, so it did not matter if Prithvi hung around with her 24/7- Prithvi could never become hers- Angad was convinced.