It was long past midnight, but I was wide awake and was listening to cruel summer by Taylor Swift. My brain wasn't switching off, the next day was Tuesday, and I had the office to go.

If previously, I told anyone that I am not excellent at anything, then forget it. I excel in the art of overthinking. It is my best friend. Always fills my brain with delight and sits by my side. It never leaves me alone. I have mastered the art of creating problems for me that weren't even there.

To understand why I couldn't sleep, let us go back to that day's morning.

"So, how was the dance?" I asked Sara, the tease was inevitable in my voice. Rithvik approached Sara and asked her to slow dance with him. She was shocked, he would ask her to dance. She went on to say that she wasn't much of a dancer. She was awkward when it came to flirt and seemed more apt to flee than to turn on her natural charm when anyone approached her. This time it was Rithvik.

Some of our co-workers have shot video footage of the dance. Initially, she was looked like she was awkward, but then I watched how gracefully she was melting into his arms and gliding across the floor in time with the music.

"It was nice," She said with a shy smile, I saw the faint red blush of colour that crept from her neck into her cheeks.

"It seems to me that not only Sara but Sagun had a good day, too," Samir said and had my full attention at this point.

"How?" I asked slowly, not understanding what he meant. How Sara and Sagun could have been related, they were not even quite friends.

"Tell me again you don't know what happened last night on the dance floor," said Samir.

"I don't! I wasn't there for long......."

"Sagun ran to Mr. Koli and hugged him so tight that it could hurt. But he didn't let on; he just hugged her back."

"Aw! She feels bad now, it wasn't a tight hug at all, and we were drunk," Sagun said, and it was a small voice that I could barely hear over the loud sound in my head from rushing thoughts. I just glanced down.

I couldn't make out any coherent meaning of anything, anyone said after that. My first thought was I wanted to hug Sagun, yeah, because she might still smell like him.

I demanded to know from God, why stuff like this had to happen to me. I behaved and thought like some jealous shrew. Which I most certainly wasn't. I admit I was sad, according to my experience, he couldn't even stay close to me, he had to move away as soon as our back brushed. But he hugged her back!

It was never about maintaining professional distance at all then, it has always been me that he couldn't even be sympathetic with, I thought.

"Are you going to forgive yourself for all the hurt and pain? Who did you hurt, you hurt yourself? I asked you to move back so many times!" I heard her voice, the little voice from my head.

I looked up, searching for his face with my wistful eyes. The monitor light was reflecting and shinning on his reading glass.

Sankalp looked all busy, catching up on his work. Merely looking at him produced a warmth in my chest that spread through my body and made me eager to see him more, know more.

Truth to be told I was glad that I didn't witness the hug scene in front of my eyes.

The storm in my life was yet to come.