Chapter 7 Thanks to elevator

"Riya's point of view"

Rachit had called me, which made me ecstatic. Did he also send me a message? I was desperate to read those messages, but alas, it was not to be. I'm unable to read messages that have been blocked.

I wanted to speak with him, but I was scared that my growing friendship with him would harm my relationship with Harsh, so I did what I felt was right and avoided meeting with Rachit all day.

Due to an emergency, I had to work late today. I exited the workplace with my bag after concluding my work. I waited for the elevator door to open after the biometric punch.

Rachit was already inside the elevator when the door opened.

"What had you been up to this point in the office?" With puzzled eyes, I gazed at him.

He had figured out what I was thinking. "I forgot my car key on my table," he said without prompting.

"Sir, here is the key to your car," Peon told him.

He thanks Peon with a smile. He stood in the elevator, waiting for me to get in.

My workplace was on the 17th floor, and getting down the stairs to the 17th floor was a big challenge for me, but my stubbornness caused me to turn around and go down the stairs, but his voice stopped me in my tracks as I was leaving.

He remarked that your anger is directed at me rather than yourself. So, why are you putting yourself through this? What happened that you weren't able to stand in the elevator with me?

I silently entered the elevator and stood in the corner after listening to him.

"What happened, Riya?" he questioned as he observed me standing in a corner as the lift door closed. Why do you seem to be ignoring me? "

I didn't say anything in response to what he said.

He yelled angrily, "I asked you a question. Please answer," and I stayed as silent as before.

"Tell me what happened?" he urged as he grasped my shoulder and turned to face him, his voice this time more hurt than angry.

"Nothing happened," I replied.

"Oh, nothing truly happened," he stated emphatically.

As the elevator arrived on the 10th level, his face was flushed with wrath, and it was apparent from his red eyes that he had not slept the night before. He had my shoulder pressed up against a wall so hard that I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

"What do you think of yourself?" I've been asking you this question for a long time. Why haven't you responded to me yet? " My whole body shook as soon as I heard his loud voice.

But I stayed mute, my head lowered and my gaze fixed on the lift's floor. He gripped my chin with his hands and raised my face to his when the lift reached the 7th floor.

"Look at me and reply to what I'm saying." He told me to look him in the eyes and lift my head. His anxiety was visible in his expression.

I demanded that he be given permission to leave me.

"You won't be able to leave until you answer my question," he continued. His toxic eyes caught my attention first, followed by his light pink lips, which had dried up owing to his rage.

When I saw his lips, I was reminded of the same passion, but I couldn't say anything, even though I wanted to; tears welled up in my eyes.

"What's the matter?" he asked, holding my hand in his.

It's wrong, it's not right for us to come this close, "I sobbed.

"Oh, so you believe ignoring me is the solution," he murmured as he hugged me in his arms.

The elevator door opened after I sobbed and nodded.

He withdrew himself from me. As the lift door opened, I wiped my tears away and walked out, but he instantly grabbed my wrist and dragged me back into the lift.

The door banged shut as he hit the key button. I tried to free my wrist by returning my sight to his. "Leave my hand," I said.We're in the elevator, and we'll be noticed.

I was shoved against his chest by him. I felt dizzy because his chest smelt strongly of his seductive deo.

I turned around to face him and said, "Please release me." This is incorrect. " I tried to release my wrist from his grip, but he had such a strong grip on it that I couldn't.

With his other hand, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me away from the lift's wall. He took both of my hands in his and pressed them against the lift's wall. He fixed his gaze on me. I was afraid to see his face.

I was told to look him in the eyes and answer his questions.

He said, his voice booming, "Was it difficult for you to get close to me? You're not going to be able to ignore me like this. "

I bowed my head and was deafeningly quiet.

"Did you want to kiss me on that particular day?" I remained silent and stared at the lift's floor when he inquired again.

He is adamant in his inquiry.

"It's wrong," I said quietly as I peered down.

"Why don't you look me in the eyes?" He murmured, bringing his face close to mine.

"Please allow me to leave." I had approached him with a request.

To release pressure on my neck, he used his hot breath.

"Please let me go," I pleaded, my voice trembling.

"No, you're not going anywhere," he replied, kissing my jawline with his lips.

My hand had plainly been marked by his hold.

This was the first time I had shown bravery. "No, I don't feel anything."

"What did you say that didn't make sense?" he asked again. Please spell out the entire sentence for me. "

"I... I... don't feel anything," I responded. My voice slowed as I told him this.

He yelled, "Anything about whom?" After you've finished your conversation, you'll be allowed to go. He promised me that he would be given permission to go.

"This is not correct. What are you doing to make this so tough for me? Allow me to leave. " I requested a leave of absence. My entire body shook. My lips trembled as I repeated the same phrase over and over.

"Please let me go," I pleaded as I attempted to break free from his clutches once more.

"I will not let you go anywhere," he said softly in my ear as he kissed my cheeks. I tried everything I could to keep my emotions in check, but I couldn't. I then closed my eyes and pretended to want him to kiss me.

The elevator had reached the top floor. The lift door opened and closed several times. Due to the delay, just a few people remained in the building. On the top floor, the lift had come to a halt.

Rachit kisses my lips, but he keeps his grip on my wrist.

I was trying to keep my emotions in check as he was about to kiss my lips. After his kiss, my body had a strange sensation. While kissing, he released my wrists and, while holding my waist with his hands, he pushed me away from the lift wall, holding my waist with one hand and my shoulder with the other. He continued to kiss me without pausing.

I tried everything I could to keep myself away from him, but I couldn't. My fingers were entwined in his hair, while my other hand rested on his shoulders.

Both of us were kissing in such a way that we forgot we were in the lift and in a public area, and each other would have answers to all of their questions in this kiss.

We were both in the middle of a passionate kiss when a sudden shaking lift interrupted us.

As the lift lowered, he removed me from himself and corrected his appearance. I also did a good job of managing myself.

We both maintained a professional approach in the elevator.

"Oh, shit blood," I murmured, running my finger over my lips and noticing blood on my finger.

"What happened?" he inquired, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Nothing," I said nervously.

"Can I drop you off at your house?" he asked, looking at me.

"Thank you," I said, "but I'll make do."

Rachit stood in the lift, waiting for parking on the basement floor, as I exited the building on the ground floor.