Unfulfilled Desires

A sensual kiss

"Riya's Point of View,"

I received a call 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.

After Rachit's passionate embrace, I felt like I was kissing for the first time in my life.

For a while, after I touched him, my lips went numb. He wasn't the first guy to kiss me, but I'd felt nothing like it before.

What zeal he possessed!

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

Rachit sat peacefully in the driver's seat while I sat in the front. He kissed me, and I did not know how or why.

I couldn't stop myself from doing it.

I hoped I could stop myself, but I did not know what sensation Rachit's touch had generated in my body. He pulled my shoulders towards him while keeping his fingers in my hair. He pressed his face against my cheek. I had a powerful 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 at 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 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. I could touch his broad chest because he was wearing a shirt with the top three buttons undone, and he kissed my ear after removing the hair near it. He had my fist around his chest.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be buried in this pleasure while gripping his muscular arms with the other hand.

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

Harsh's call flashed on my mobile screen.

I awoke, separating Rachit from me 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 am coming to pick up." 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.

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

Rachit started the car, and we said nothing 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.

That day was no different for Harsh; he remained silent as usual.

Even when he saw me with an unfamiliar young man, he did not react.

He would never be doubt on me. With my male friends, he has never had an issue. I get jealous when Harsh talks to a woman or pays her more attention than I do, but I don't see Harsh feeling jealous right now.

It was composed for him as he had always been.

To my disappointment, he never expressed his feelings, so I hoped he would be upset with me and inquire why I was late?

Inquire who dropped me off at home?

While most men want to control women in every aspect of their lives, his approach is different.

But I want him to assert his authority over me and prevent me from speaking with anyone else.

Keep an eye out for my style and appearance.

For his girlfriend, he doesn't want her to be like the rest of the guys; he doesn't want her to look like a doll with makeup all over her face.

Harsh is the polar opposite of my energetic and outspoken attitude.

Although we've been together for so long, we're still in love.

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.