The extravagant hall glittered with successfull business people. Expensive drinks flowed in celebration of her success, and the air was filled with the sweet hum of accomplishment. Meanwhile, in a secluded room on the top floor-
"Please... Not now...
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"How dare he?" I murmured to myself as I entered my room. I sat on the bed, clutching a pillow to my chest. I told my mother I was tired and sleepy. I couldn't stand looking at that asshole's face any longer. If I had stayed there a moment longer, I might have punched his ugly face.
How dare he? He threatened to destroy me. He mocked me.
Ugh, I hate him.
I locked my door and went into the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped under the shower and turned the hot water knob. I always needed warm water for my bath, regardless of the weather. The warm water cascading over my body was soothing, offering a temporary respite from my anger.
Flashes of his proximity flicker before me. His presence affects my brain cells. Ideally, I should recoil from his touch, given my disdain for him. Yet, my body betrays me, going numb and unresponsive until I muster the will to push him away and reclaim my senses.
After my shower, I wrapped myself in a soft towel and made my way to the closet. Swiftly completing my skincare routine, I brushed my hair and tied it into a loose ponytail before slipping into a comfortable pair of pyjamas. I fall asleep almost instantly, partly due to the jetlag and partly because of my sour mood.
*****
I wrap myself in a towel and step out of the bathroom. Music pours from the speakers, its rhythm inviting me to move. Swaying to the melody, I glide across the room. I had already chosen my outfit for the day and placed it on the bed before going to bathe.
I pull away and throw the towel on the bed. I apply the lotion to my body, looking into the mirror, still swaying to the loud music tapping my feet. I pull off the towel and toss it onto the bed. As I apply lotion to my body, I catch my reflection in the mirror, still swaying to the loud music, my feet tapping to the rhythm.
And suddenly..
The door swings open, and my heart skips a beat as I turn towards the sound. I gasped in shock to see Rishi standing there, his expression mirroring my own surprise.
For a moment, neither of us moves, caught in a shared moment of bewilderment.
Quickly recovering from my shock, I reach out for the towel and clumsily wrap it around me. His gaze, lingering on me from head to toe, only adds to my discomfort and embarrassment.
"Rishi," I manage to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry," he mutters, quickly averting his eyes. With a swift turn, he walks out of the door, closing it with a 'thud', leaving me standing there, my eyes filled with tears, still trying to make sense of what just happened.
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"Anshika," a banging on the door, jolted me from my nightmare. Disoriented, I looked around, slowly realising it was just the nightmare again. With a sigh, I got up and sheepishly opened the door to find my mother standing there.
