Unfulfilled Desires

Thanks to elevator

"Riya's point of view,"

Rachit had called me, which made me ecstatic. Did he also send me a message? It is not possible for me to read messages that are blocked. In the end, I could not access the messages I had been eagerly awaiting.

I wanted to speak with him, but it scared me 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.

Because of 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 at 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,"it directed your anger at me rather than at 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 ignore me? "

I said nothing 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, it flushed his face 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 demand that he give 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, it reminded me 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.