A Gentle Breeze Of Love

𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

Thikshitha

Palm supporting my chin, I stare blankly at the computer before me, showing off the wallpaper, consisting of little Vicky, when he was seven years old.

My colleague just then tapped on my shoulder, gaining my scrutiny. "Are you meditating or what? If manager sees you sitting here doing nothing, he sure is going to open hell in here." Geetha mutters with an apprehensive look.

"Just having a mild headache..." I say focusing my interest back on the screen. Idiot. This little kid who has now grown into a complete naughty guy is torturing me!!

"I will get you coffee!" Geetha beams and scurries off while I proceed to curse the stupid Vicky in my mind. I'm scared of myself for allowing him to do whatever he wants with me. Sure, If I could, I would give anything he asks for. But is it right If I give myself to him which he is demanding right now?

I'm twenty-six. He is just nineteen. He isn't mature enough, he doesn't understand the consequence of the game he is playing with me. Again, is this just a game of his or is he serious?
He can't be. Considering his age, this might just be his attraction toward my body. And me letting him relish it is the biggest mistake I've ever done!

I will be honest here, I sort of got lost in his touches. His kisses literally gave me tingles. Just by reminiscing about it, I could feel my lips quivering with an explicit sensation.

Control Thikshitha. He is young blood so he might have some advantage in defending him. But what about you? You are a grown-up woman, the fault falls on your side. You should have stopped him. It's not late now either. I can cease his actions from elevating further...and I will do it.

After thanking Geetha for providing me coffee, I immersed myself in my work until lunch hour break but then, I started to miss Vicky.

What will he be doing right now? Probably playing video games? Or watching animes perhaps? Or he might be missing you and thinking about you as you do...

I shook my head at my absurd subconscious mind of mine. The time after noon interval went as If I had been stuck in a coma but with an exception of my hand dancing on the keyboard.

Finally five 'o'clock! Bidding bye to my dearest friend Geetha, I launch myself into my car and drove off to home.

Once attaining my destination, I park the car in the garage and think intently about my situation. Gosh, I'm so scared of myself and the Romeo inside Vicky!

Whatever be it Thikshitha, you should not permit his hands on you. What about his lips then? I mentally cursed my subconscious mind and begin to free my body off the seatbelt.

Walking rather calmly and composed, I step my foot in home after unlocking the door with my spare key. I expected Vicky to jump on me the moment I enter but to my slight disappointment, nothing of such kind happened.

Like always, I stroll casually to my room in downstairs and freshen up. I  change my clothes into more of a casual one, a set of black cotton nightdress with white stars decorating them.

I tie my hair up in a bun and left the room to prepare tea for me and that idiot. What the hell is he doing in his room? Is he even aware that I'm home?

Huffing visibly and pondering upon what he might be doing currently, I made tea. Filling a cup of tea, I decided to meet Vicky.

Carefully wandering up the stairs with the cup of tea in my hand, I stand shocked before his closed room door, as I heard moaning, whining, whimpering, and crying out noises from inside!!

Here I thought he will be missing me but this idiot is watching these!?

Angered, I knock hardly on his door. "Thikki...come in, the door isn't bolted" pursing my lips, I part open the door and made my presence inside.