Unfulfilled Desires

She is mine.

"Rachit's point of view,"

I was so pleased to have breakfast with Riya that I quickly refreshed and prepared to accompany her to the café.

She hasn't responded to my question yet, so perhaps she isn't taking my statements seriously. She must wonder how I could make such a major decision in such a short time. To be honest, I'm not sure how I decided to be marry to her so quickly.

I'm not sure why I'm so enraged since seeing her dancing with Ankur. It compelled me to go over and punch him when I noticed him putting his hand on Riya's waist. But, because I didn't want to make a scene, I used wine to calm myself down. Riya is mine, and she should've danced with me, but she got too close to that doctor to make me envious.

Riya and that doctor aren't the best couples; it's me and Riya. She didn't even look at me once during the entire party, which I didn't appreciate.

I drew my attention to the bandage on my hand. Riya had asked me about my hand injury several times last night, but I didn't want to upset her by telling her about my fight the night before.

I'm embarrassed to think about how I treated her last night, but Riya enjoys making me upset. Seeing her with someone else makes my blood boil, and that's when I knew that my feelings for her go far beyond simply liking her; they're more profound.

I exited my room and proceeded to Riya's. Breakfast was less important to me than spending time with her. I knocked on her door, but she did not answer, and I knocked again, but she did not open the door.

With my hand, I punched her door. I became enraged and completely forgot that I had a hand injury; as a result, blood flowed out of my hand.

But it was more troubling to me at the time that she went alone without informing me. I intended to call her and inquire, but Madam has not yet removed my phone number from the blacklist. It frustrated me as I stood outside her door, running my fingers through my hair.

'Riya and Ankur together?' My subconscious was skeptical.

Without rethinking it, I knocked on Ankur's door. He didn't answer the door when I knocked on it the first time. I was furious with Riya, wondering how she could do this to me after she promised me last night that she would no longer be friends with this doctor. I slammed the door to Ankur's room again in frustration, and this time it opened, revealing Ankur standing in front of me.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

'Thank God Riya was not with Ankur.'

"What happened? Everything is alright, isn't it?" He inquired whether he might see me in front of his room with astonishment.

"Yes, absolutely." I replied hesitantly.

"Is Riya all right?" He inquired, staring at me with concern.

'What a jerk. How can he even consider taking her name?'

"Riya is perfectly fine." I answered Ankur, trying to keep my rage in check.

"Oh so, what do you have to do with me?" Ankur inquired, his eyes suspiciously fixed on me.

What the hell, why don't I think before I act irrationally? What should I say to him now? I'm not sure why I was pounding on his door like a lunatic.

"If you don't mind, I had to gain a bandage for my hand." I inquired my hand out in front of him.

In a concerned tone, he inquired, "How did you get this injury?"

"Nothing special."

I told Ankur of falsehood because my glass cracked while I was drinking last night and was pierced.

'Good job, Rachit.' My subconscious clapped.

'Thank you, since you know a lot about people stuck in the web of things.' I was happy about my presence of mind.

"Come in and I'll put a bandage on your wound." While bandaging me, Ankur inquired, "Can I ask you something?"

I had no desire to speak with him, but I should have considered this before pounding on his door like a maniac.

"Yes, of course," I said, trying to maintain a calm expression on my face while answering.

"Do you like Riya?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on my face.

"What are you talking about?" His statements took aback me.

Has Riya informed Ankur of our relationship? I doubt Riya would do such a thing! So, why is he interrogating me in this manner? Should I tell him the truth? Oh no, I can't tell Ankur the truth. He has a crush on Riya. According to this, he's a rival of mine.

"Honestly, I have no interest in her." With much effort, I told a lie. For the sake of God, I wanted him to tell the truth so that he would stop flirting with Riya. But Riya and I have a complicated relationship that I can't discuss publicly.

"You don't have to lie to me; I witnessed you assault the bartender the day before yesterday," and Ankur's cold, calculated stare is still fixed on my face.

I was sitting in a bar last night, sipping wine. The bartender, upon seeing Riya, began making disparaging remarks about her to one of his coworkers in front of me, unaware that the female he was referring to was mine. She is my girlfriend. On hearing such dirty words about Riya come from his mouth, my rage turned back on me. Fortunately, the party had ended and everyone had returned to their rooms, so I could beat him a lot. If he hadn't apologized to me with folded hands last night, I would have killed him. From there, I headed straight to Riya's room.

In a terrified tone, I asked him, "Do you know all that happened there?"

"Yes, you were screaming and claiming Riya as yours alone last night, and you severely abused that bartender." Ankur spoke with a straight face.

"No... no, there is nothing like that. That's because I was drunk last night; otherwise, there's nothing like it." I was doing my best to keep the truth from Ankur, but my words were stumbling.

"I'm a man like you, and I know how much a drunk man tells the truth and how much he lies;" It still fixed his eyes on me.

I inquired in a low voice, feeling as if it had caught me, "Do you like Riya as well?"

What if Ankur had feelings for Riya? Under all circumstances, I will not let Riya leave me. I had decided and was ready to punch Ankur in the face as soon as he answered yes.

"Yes, I like her," and as soon I punched him in the face.

I screamed fiercely, grasping his shirt collar. "If you didn't hear last night, Riya is all mine."

"Man, what are you doing? At the very least," he added, befuddled. "Listen to what I have to say before reacting. Riya and me just..."

I said, cutting his words in the middle, "Don't even dare to take her name with your tongue."

"Relax, I only like her as a friend;" Ankur was probably afraid when he saw my rage. As soon as I finished listening to him, I realized what I was doing and apologized to him for it.

"I am sorry, Ankur. In a pleading tone," I added, "Please don't tell Riya anything about it."

"I'm perplexed by you; your rage makes it seem as if you don't care about anyone's feelings, but thank goodness you're afraid of Riya." He caressed his jaw as he said this.

"Sorry again, doctor. Please accept my apologies." I felt bad about what I'd done.

"It's no problem." He stated as he opened the door to his room, "It's time for breakfast. Let's go eat breakfast."

Who cares if he didn't accept my apology? Just don't tell Riya about it. "Breakfast."

Oh my god. I was supposed to have breakfast with Riya, but I completely forgot because of this moron. I dashed to the hotel lawn in search of Riya, leaving Ankur in his room alone.