Unfulfilled Desires

Leg sprain

"Riya's point of view,"

After grabbing my clothing from the trolley bag, I went to the restroom.

My outfit comprised blue jeans and a cherry red blazer. Because I couldn't put a cap on my head in a ponytail, I parted my hair and wore it down.

I left the room wearing brown boots and headed to the restaurant.

When I saw the mountains, I felt at ease, and many others from the office had already arrived at the restaurant.

After placing my meal on the plate, I sat in a chair in the corner.

I despised having useless discussions with strangers. That isn't the case. I'm not conceited, but I despise being embroiled in office gossip.

As he sat in the empty chair in front of me, Ashish remarked, "Wao, someone looks so hot in this freezing weather."

I said timidly, "Shut up, Ashish."

"Riya, when did you first blush?" He inquired, his gaze falling on my pink cheeks.

I said angrily to him, "I don't want to talk to you; just leave."

"Why?" As he glanced at me, he asked, astonished.

You're wondering why I won't talk to you because you left your friend alone for a window seat. My brows were lifted.

Come on, Riya, don't be such a baby; it wasn't just about the window seat; I got to spend so much time alone with Shweta.

Don't you want things to settle down at your friend's place as well? He stated it dramatically.

"I don't want to talk to you, Ashish; now go talk to Shweta," I said as I stood up.

"Please don't be angry with me, Riya; I promise I will never leave you alone again," he tried to persuade a furious me.

With a smile, I replied, "All right, I forgive you."

I'm currently on top of a snow-capped mountain, but the frigid temperatures are causing my body to malfunction.

"Please, Ashish, take my lovely photographs."

I made the request, handing him my phone.

As he answered the phone, Ashish said, "I have a really important call; I've asked someone else to take your picture."

With my phone in his hand, he walked away.

I hissed vehemently.

At the very least, this moron would have handed me my phone.

"How did you get my phone in your hand?" When I met Rachit in search of Ashish, I asked him.

"On the way, he handed me your phone and asked if I could take some of your images because he had some urgent work,"he continued, looking at me.

"It enraged him with me, yet he couldn't look away from my face."

"How can someone look so good with such a simple outfit?"

He couldn't stop himself from praising my appearance.

"Exactly what did you say?" As I glanced at him, it took aback me and queried.

He caressed me on the cheek as a response. It's nothing important, but you're dressed like a red rose today.

When I heard his compliment, I blushed. I thanked him in a hushed tone.

He took my hand in his and led me to the mountain's corner, saying, "Let's go take your photo."

He snapped a lot of photos of me.