WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*Chapter 6*

Like always with calm and bold brown eyes, almost emotionless, she sat in the cafeteria with her group, observing others without much expression, more a listener than a talker.

Ridhan suggested talking to her, catching Vihan's attention, but he dismissed the idea, accepting that she wouldn't ever see him the way he saw her. He believed his feelings for her would always remain a secret. He'd always remain a stranger to her, someone who just admires her from afar. And that was more than enough for him.

"It's better this way," he told Ridhan with a serene tone, prompting bitterness in his heart, questioning Vihan's lack of self-confidence.

However, the still water of his hopelessness swiftly faced a wrinkle when he met her through Saanvi for the first time. His belief of never truly knowing her shattered as he found her dazzling, her voice, honey, up close as she conversed with him, somehow showing interest.

"She hasn't slept well," Vritti said, refusing to join them at a cafe. "Take care!" Vihan worriedly responded, momentarily forgetting the missed chance to spend time with her. All he remembered was her not being well, prompting him to search for insomnia remedies on his phone while everyone chatted in the cafe.

Even after reaching his apartment, he dedicated hours to learning how to give head massages, momentarily forgetting that he didn't expect anything in return for his feelings, overlooking his lack of hope.

However, a powerful wave of sorrow crashed over him when she walked by him the next morning, ignoring him as he conversed with someone about Cala lilies. His heart sank, questioning his own thoughts: What was I thinking? Getting to talk to her was just a bit of luck, nothing else.

"Why do you look like this?" Ridhan noticed the pain in Vihan's eyes, his face down in demeanor as they were sitting in the cafeteria during recess. "Nothing." He simply responded, not expecting her to suddenly appear before his eyes and ask him for help, sitting beside him.

When she asked for a book, it felt to him as if he were giving her his heart, irritated by Saanvi's attempts to intervene.

Why does she have to interfere? Walking to their next class, Vihan was thinking about Saanvi's interference when Ridhan's sudden words pulled him out of his frustration. "Don't you think Leena is getting closer to you intentionally?"

"No. I don't think she's thinking that way," Vihan rejected, reaching the class, focused on helping without expecting anything more. "Maybe, but I feel like she's doing it intentionally." Ridhan's words had no effect on Vihan, although Ridhan kept wondering about her for days.

Ridhan, sitting beside him in an English class, whispered, again picking up the topic. "She looks at you very differently," noting her curious and passionate expressions, a departure from her usual still face.

"We've been around her for so long willingly, and I never noticed her looking at you. But now it's different. Her eyes are always on you. Don't you think there's something going on in her head?" Ridhan remarked, sowing the seeds of curiosity in Vihan's mind.

Yet, he didn't want to take it seriously. He simply wished not to give himself hope, only to watch it crumble before him. He repeated to himself that it was nothing, again and again, until the next day arrived and she suddenly asked for his help to buy books.

"There is something going on. Trust me!" Ridhan stated passionately, standing beside him in the washroom. "Why would she ask you for help if there is nothing going on? This is the second time." He accused, prompting Vihan to delve deep into his curiosity, which had finally taken root in his mind.

"We're going to her place. Be prepared and get to know her." Washing his hands, Ridhan added, noting the troubled look on Vihan's face as he stood with both their bags in his hands, close to his chest.