Memories

Helplessness

Rishi pov

I lounged by the pool, surrounded by a bevy of beauties vying for my attention. I smiled, reveling in the admiration, as they laughed and splashed around me. One of them, a stunning blonde, caught my eye and swam closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips inches from mine. But as our lips were about to touch, my mind suddenly wandered to Radhika. I saw her bright smile, her sparkling eyes, and her infectious laugh. I remembered the way she pleaded with me to leave her alone, and my heart twisted with longing.

The blonde noticed the change in my expression and pulled back, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, but I just shook my head, unable to explain.

As the day wore on, my thoughts remained consumed by Radhika. I couldn't focus on the girls around me, no matter how hard I tried. I kept wondering what she was doing, if she was thinking of me, and if she ever would give in to my desires.

The girls began to disperse, sensing my distraction. But one of them, a raven-haired beauty, lingered. She sidled up to me, her voice husky. "You seem troubled. Let me help you forget your worries."

My gaze drifted back to her, but my mind still belonged to Radhika. I saw the raven-haired girl's lips, but imagined Radhika's instead. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing I was using this girl as a substitute for the one I truly desired.

As the night wore on, my obsession only intensified. I couldn't shake the feeling that Radhika was the only one who truly understood me, the only one who could satiate my cravings. I became withdrawn, lost in my thoughts, and the girls around me began to whisper among themselves.

"He's lost his mind," one of them said. "He's obsessed with a girl."

The raven-haired beauty approached me once more, concern etched on her face. "Snap out of it. You're scaring me."

But I just stared past her, my eyes fixed on some invisible point, my heart belonging to the one person who refused to give in to my desires.

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Radhika's pov

My mind raced as I replayed the office incident over and over in my head. I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability and fear that lingered long after Rishi's departure. With a heavy heart, I made the difficult decision to resign from my job and leave my apartment, hoping to escape the toxic situation.

As I packed my belongings, a sense of lostness washed over me. I felt like I was abandoning my life, my security, and my identity. But I knew I had to prioritize my safety and well-being.

With a deep breath, I set out to start anew. I began searching for a new apartment, hoping to find a place where Rishi couldn't find me. I scoured the city, visiting countless apartments, but none felt like home.

As I navigated the unfamiliar streets, I felt a sense of hopelessness creeping in. I wondered if I'd ever find a place to call my own, a place where I could feel safe and free.

Just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a small, cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood. It was perfect – hidden away from prying eyes, yet close enough to the city's amenities. I knew I'd found my new haven.

But as I began to settle in, my fear resurfaced. What if Rishi found me? What if he showed up at my doorstep, demanding to be let in? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on my new job search.

Days turned into weeks, and my confidence grew. I landed a new job at a reputable company, surrounded by kind and supportive colleagues. Slowly but surely, I began to rebuild my life.

Yet, the fear of Rishi's return lingered, a constant reminder of the fragility of my newfound freedom. I knew I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a moment.

As I drifted off to sleep each night, I whispered a silent prayer, hoping that tomorrow would bring me closer to a life free from Rishi's grasp. I held onto hope, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding me towards a brighter future.