Unfulfilled Desire

"Riya's Point of View"

"No, it isn't correct. For me, this is impossible. "

I know I should keep my thoughts to myself, but why can't I think about how glad I am? What is the source of the deficiency?

After all, why am I drawn to Rachit in the first place?

Does Harsh not have any feelings for me?

Oh no, I can't!

How can I question his love?

In his life, I am the only girl.

If I didn't love Harsh, why was I in this relationship with him?

In all these years, I haven't given anyone else a thought.

What drew me to Rachit in the previous several days?

What is it about Rachit that makes me think of him?

For me, this is unthinkable. I'm going to have to explain myself.

I need to go back and retrace my steps. But how could everything happen so quickly?

This is something I shouldn't have done.

I can't change what happened, but I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.

Yes, it is correct.

I'm just a little taken aback by how much Harsh loves me.

Our relationship is in perfect condition. We were called "love birds" by others. They referred to us as the ideal couple.

Harsh isn't someone I'm going to betray.

In my mind, I made the final decision on this ongoing discussion. "Yes, this will be fine," I stated loudly after taking a deep breath.

I reached for the phone at the foot of the bed and immediately blocked Rachit's number.

When I realised what I was doing, I opened his old message and was going to delete it. As a result, I couldn't stop myself from reading that conversation once more. I'm going to miss our chat a lot.

Rachit had only been at my office for three months.

As a result, he swiftly rose to the top of the office's popularity.

Rachit had a 5'9" frame and was exceptionally attractive at his height, strong build, fair skin, and seductive eyes.

On his first day at work, Rachit wore grey slacks and a black shirt, and every female in the workplace concentrated her gaze on him, with the entire staff sighing on one side.

My assignment, on the other hand, made me exceedingly worried.

It was my first day as a manager, and I was given the chance to lead the meeting for the first time; it was also the first time I had presented my idea to the direct client since the promotion.Otherwise, all of my efforts would be in vain. The only one who received credit was my senior.

I was adamant about not making a mistake today. After all, I'd risked my life for this opportunity.

Despite my nerves, I confidently communicated my thoughts with the customer at the start of the meeting.

Some individuals in the company were startled to see me because I went into the meeting so confidently because they had their doubts about my abilities and didn't think I was qualified for this position.

As I spotted the blown colours on those faces, I smiled confidently.

My attention was then drawn to a charming man.

Who is he, exactly?

He was unlike anyone I'd ever seen before. He was most likely accompanied by the client. "My subconscious thinks of him as a client."

I took a big breath and headed straight to the restroom after the meeting.

In the mirror over the wash basin, I inspect myself. After untying the high ponytail and untangling the long brown hair until my waist, making it back into a high ponytail and spraying water on my face, I folded the sleeves of my navy-blue shirt. I smirked at myself in the mirror and remarked, "I don't have the same appeal as the other girls." I don't even know how to put on makeup. " A little smile formed on my pink lips. Then I came out of the bathroom, wiping my face.

Ashish took the lunch box off the table and remarked, "Riya, it's 2:00 p.m. Let's have a bite to eat. "

Looking down at my wristwatch, I said, "Yes."

Ashish had to leave lunch halfway through due to an emergency. I ate my lunch alone at my table while checking my emails.

You've done a good job, Miss.

The sound of a voice drew my attention.

This is the individual who attended the meeting. He isn't a client, so who does he owe gratitude to? " I muttered this to myself.

"Thank you," I said, "but I'm sorry, but I don't recognise you."

Hello, my name is Rachit Khurana, and I'm the new marketing director at this company.

Please accept my sincere apologies, Sir. I got out of my chair.

Relax by taking a seat. I'm just a coworker of yours." It is not necessary for you to apologise. You may address me by my first name alone."

New Project Director, Riya Mittal:

With a handshake, I replied.

"Riya's Point of View"

A call is received on the phone.

"Are you ready, Riya?" Harsh inquired as I emerged from the memory. Today is our day to go out. "At 7:00 p.m., you must be ready."

I replied affirmatively and hung up.

In the evening, I looked at the clock on my phone. I went to the bathroom at 5:30 p.m., stripped off my black shorts and sky blue t-shirt, untied my hair to my waist, and turned on the shower.

I was standing in the shower, thinking about Rachit's kiss the night before.

What zeal he possessed!

I rubbed my fingertips across my lips, re-experienced the kiss.

Rachit sat peacefully in the driver's seat while I sat in the front. He kissed me, and I had no idea how or why.

I couldn't stop myself from doing it.

I hoped I could stop myself, but I had no idea what sensation Rachit's touch had generated in my body.

On the other hand, he pulled my shoulders towards him while keeping his fingers in my hair. He pressed his face against my cheek. I had a strong attraction to him. He was inhaling and exhaling at the same rate as I was. The car was lit up and the music was seductive Bollywood.

** Flashback**

"Why don't you give me a kiss?"

I believe he dislikes me.

Yes, I am not as stylish as other women.

Rachit is a stunning young man.

I don't understand why he would be interested in me.

So, what was it about him that drew me in so close?

This isn't correct.

Harsh's liberty is being exploited unfairly by me.

It'll be the equivalent of betraying Harsh.

Oh, nothing happens; how will Harsh know what you've done if you kiss him?

Rachit, Rachit, Rachit!

How much longer will you stare me down with your toxic gaze?

I won't be able to stop myself from kissing you if I keep staring into these eyes.

The heavy rain aided my wish.

Heavy rain, low-pitched romantic music, and moderately sizzling lights would make for a wonderful romantic occasion.

Rachit inhaled deeply and kissed my long neck with his lips. I couldn't stop myself and dragged him over to hug me. He kissed my lips as soon as he switched off the medium light. He took my lower lip in with his lips, placing his tongue inside my mouth. With one hand, he grabbed my hair, and the other, the back of my neck. In my arms, I also grasp his massive shoulders.

It was raining outside of the car.

I had only just closed my eyes, but it was still not submissive, as swiftly as our breaths were rising. I lightly bit with my teeth and sucked his lips. While sucking, I flick my tongue across his upper lip.

We were both reminded that we were in the car by a light from the front of a car.

In our seats, we sat up straight.

I assumed he'd start the car and drive away, but instead he looked at me and said, "I want more," and kissed me again, without giving me the chance to voice my desire.

While we were still kissing passionately, he began kissing the back of my neck. Because the top three buttons on his shirt were undone, I was able to comfortably touch his broad chest, and he kissed my ear after removing the hair near it. My fist was wrapped around his chest. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be buried in this pleasure while gripping his strong arms with the other hand.

The ringtone on the phone drew my attention at that point.

"Harsh calling," I awoke, separating Rachit from myself while also improving my appearance.

Harsh was worried because I hadn't arrived home; "where are you?" he questioned. "How come you haven't called in yet?"

I responded, "I... I'm just coming."

When it's raining so hard, how will you get here? "I've come to get you." Harsh inquired, concerned for my well-being.

"There is a coworker present," I instantly replied.

"No need to worry, I'll be there soon," I assured him, before hanging up the call.

Rachit was asked to drop me to my home as quickly as possible, and he agreed.

Rachit started the car, and we didn't say anything to each other on the way home after that passionate kissing session. I exited the car and thanked Rachit when we arrived home.

"You're welcome," he says as he returns with a slight smile.

As I walked in, Harsh stood on the balcony, looking at me.

Harsh handed me a dry towel as soon as I arrived, and when I returned after changing my clothes, he had already prepared ginger tea for me and placed it on the table.

Harsh's concern for me made me joyful, yet I felt ashamed of my actions.

I couldn't get that passionate kiss out of my head, despite my best efforts.

Riya's point of view

My thoughts were interrupted by Harsh's call, so I closed the shower and emerged wrapped in a red towel, looking extremely attractive with my open wet hair. Harsh thinks I look sexier with wet hair.

Harsh was laying on the bed, keeping a close eye on me.

"What are you seeing?" I asked him.

"You," he said in my ear as he got out of bed, hugging my waist, keeping his face on my shoulder, looking in the mirror.

"Let me get ready," I fluttered and murmured to him.

"How much do you have to get ready?" he asked, as he moved my waist towards him.

"Let's cancel today's outing; I want to spend time with you," he murmured, pulling me into his arms and laying me on the bed before I could respond. He was also lying on my side and kissed me on the forehead after sweeping my hair away from my face. I was attempting to wrap my arms around him.

"Let me see you resting in this manner." He said this while staring me down in the eyes.

I shyly closed my eyes.

He said, "Open your eyes and let me see."

With a smile, I replied. "No, you're making me nervous if you look like this."

He drew a small black mark near my ear with a pen on the edge of the bed.

"Why?" I inquired.

"This was done to keep the evil eye away from you." He remarked this while putting his pen down.

My cheeks were stroked by his warm palms. In his arms, I felt completely at ease and confining. He approached me from the side and laid on top of me, kissing me on the neck. His touch made my body shiver.

"Let's move," I said, holding his black combed hair in both hands. We had to leave, but he whispered in my ear, "Now I have nowhere to go," and began kissing the back of my neck.

After he removed the red towel that had been wrapped around my torso, I was completely nude. Then he tossed it on the bed's edge. I tried to wrap him around my body to cover myself, but his T-shirt got in the way, so he took it off and wrapped himself around my body.

"Your breasts are wonderful," he exclaimed, placing his hot palms on my chest. When I noticed your light pink nipples, I couldn't help myself and started turning his tongue over them one by one.

As a result, I tightened my grip on his hair.

He kisses the top of my belly button and puts his tongue on it. I became engrossed.

I was moaning in ecstasy when he murmured to me with his raised hand towards my genital area. "You have a lot of attractiveness."

While rubbing my main area with his fingertips, he felt my dampness. He noticed and murmured, "You're feeling so desperate because you're ready to deliver it to me right away."

As a result, I put his middle finger into my womanhood, and he pushed his middle finger into my entry.

"Please," I said quickly as I grasped his hand.

As I got uncontrollable, he placed his lips on my neck and began pushing his finger in and out swiftly.

"Your vaginal squeeze squeezed thick white thighs, resulting in a perfect fit," he said again in my ear.

Please hurry up. I let out a gasp.

He quickened the pace of his foreplay. He was completely drenched in sweat. "Can I enter my manhood inside you?" he inquired.

I replied "no," stating that I needed more time to prepare.

He waited for my permission, and after some time had passed, I asked him to let him in since I was in desperate need of his help.

He undid his jeans, put on his briefs, and inserted a condom on his firm cock before entering it into the genitals, as per my consent. His manhood had reached its full potential.

I screamed in pain.

Should I come to a halt? With concern, he inquired.

I told him no.

With all his power, he pressed his cock into my femininity and slid it all the way within.

He was squeezed between my thighs and resting on top of me, slowly twisting his manhood inside out and holding my hands with his fingers. While attempting to kiss me on the lips, he entangled my toes in his feet.

I shift my gaze to the other side in an attempt to avoid Harsh's kiss. He kisses me and moves my face towards him; I felt compelled to turn my face towards him; he brushes his lips against my turning face towards him; he looks lovingly at me.

As I squeezed my lips together with all my might, he tried everything he could to open them. However, he was only able to suck my lips from the outside.

I was completely drained. His sweat dripped down my skin. After releasing himself, he was also completely focused on me. When I persuaded him to lie down on his side, he did so.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear, and I, who was sleeping on his side, responded, "I love you, too."

I returned to him and laid down in his arms, wearing my T-shirt and shots from the washroom.

When I closed my eyes, I was lost in my own world.

What was the matter with me?

Why do I want Harsh to stay away from me?

So, what happened to me today? I've never done anything like this before.

Is it true that I love Harsh?

Why am I thinking of Rachit while I'm with Harsh, of course?

Why hadn't I let Harsh kiss me on the lips, after all?

Rachit's touch sent a tingling sensation over my entire body.

Why didn't I feel the same way about Harsh?

Why is it that such a kiss does not make me happy?

Rachit, on the other hand, kissed my lips with ease.

Please give me the strength to keep my emotions under control.

Harsh is someone I can't betray.

But why was I recalling everything with such zeal? That passionate kiss I had with Rachit the last night.