“Excuse me if, without wanting it, I ever hurt you. I know that someday you will understand me. I hope you will be happy. It is 2 p.m. and raining the same as at that time. Maybe that’s why it is so hard for me to say goodbye!”
I didn’t know if it was okay for me to leave. I just knew I had to be alone. But my soul remained there next to him. And if only he had come with me and didn’t let me go, things would probably have been different. When I got out of the building, it was raining.
I stopped on the edge of the stairs. And I saw Bhuvan. He was waiting for me with an umbrella. “Are you happy now?” He asked. “What do you want?”
“A chance!” He said, taking me under the umbrella. I followed him, a slave to his brute force. Why? Because he was there when I was feeling pretty vulnerable. I stayed with him. His force surprised me.
The ambition with every day he was trying to court me. The ambition that he had in life in general. His tenacity to fight any problem, the stubbornness to be the best and win all the time. There were things that I didn’t see in Vidarth. And step by step, he conquered me.
I liked to see him every time he did anything that I wanted. It was enough to say that I wanted something or wondered about something, and he would get it for me. He was overwhelming me with care and gifts. Without realising it, I fell in love with him.
And the first time I said, “I love you,” he brought me flowers daily for a week.
Many times when he arrived home, he took me up in his arms. He was passionately kissing me. He was not stopping until he had me there, where he found me. But my love for him was never as strong as that I felt for Vidarth.
I cared about him, but it wasn’t enough to see myself with him forever. I don’t know if he was aware of that because he never told me anything. But when my thoughts were flying to Vidarth. His way of making love with me was brutal, wanting to show that I belonged to him and that he was my master.
It’s been six years. I don’t know how or when. And every year, on the same day—when I was his for the first time—he would ask me when I would marry him. And I answered him every time, “I don’t know!” My soul couldn’t find peace, though. Something was missing.
I wasn’t happy. Yes, I am satisfied but not happy. I did not have the courage to say that to his face. I couldn’t even admit that to myself. Until one day, I was alone. He was left for a few days in the delegation. How strangely everything happened!
I listened to the TV, a song that I liked. And because I wanted to listen to it again, I searched for it on the internet. I listened to it again, and then I clicked on another song. The song that made me realise it—and those lyrics made me cry.
I did not have the courage to tell him I was not happy with him. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Then I packed up my things and left. I left everything behind. And once I did that, I felt free. I left my things at home and went out into town. I walked the streets for hours.
Finally, when I was tired, I headed to the subway. It was the hour when everybody was escaping from work. Same crowd, same sad faces. I was the only one smiling. I knew that I had taken the right decision. I got on the subway, pushed by everyone who wanted to get home from their jobs.
I found a bar to lean on. When the subway started, I felt my knees melting. Among those people, I saw Vidarth. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I felt that time had stopped. My heart was racing in my chest. I thought that I had no more feelings for him—silly me.
He vanished among the people. The subway started again, making me lose my balance, and I felt like I had hit someone. I wanted to apologise, but when I turned around, I saw Vidarth. His arm pushed me near him. I put my head on his chest and felt him sigh deeply.
We stayed like that until the station, where we usually got off the subway, without saying a word. My legs were trembling. We arrived at his home, and I sat on a chair, and he followed me. His hand touched my cheek, and I also stretched to touch his face.
I realised how much I missed him in those moments. “You didn’t change at all!” he said. I felt an immense urge to have him, to make him mine again. I took off his coat. I was shaking. I moaned slowly, and he took my blouse down. The breasts remain free and naughty, according to his desires.
And his lips kissed my neck, right where I liked it. Then he went down between my breasts. While he was touching one breast, his tongue was playing with the other one. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it. I was feeling my pussy on fire, and I wanted to feel him inside.
He pushed me slowly into the bedroom. He opened my pants, and without taking my pants off, he got on top of me. My hands opened up his pants, searching desperately for his penis, which I felt strongly through his pants.
I found again the same soft skin, so pleasant to touch. “I want to be inside of you; I want to have you!” He said it tenderly. He took off the last clothes that were keeping us from being together. His penis made room in my pussy. I moaned strongly when I felt it inside me.
He pushed in me deep with desire. Each of his movements was making me lose my mind. He put my legs on his shoulders, and with one of his fingers, he touched my clitoris. I moaned louder; it was sensational; it had been a long time since I felt that good.
His finger continued to touch my clitoris. When I felt his sperm in me, he took out his penis. The last drops of sperm lay on my pussy, rubbing my clitoris with his penis. I had a violent orgasm, too, biting my lips. We lay on the bed, one next to the other, the same as the first time.
He told me then that he regretted a lot for letting me go. He didn’t come after me and did not even try to talk to me. He told me that Bhuvan came to him to say that I was with him and that I was happy. I was no longer in love with Vidarth, and it would be best to forget me.
Finally, I had someone who needed my love, and he didn’t want to hurt him, but we just fell in love. Why was I not surprised or bothered? I told him I was not with Bhuvan anymore and had left him. He grabbed my waist and pushed me near him.
His cheek was touching my hand, and his tears wet my hand. And in those moments, I realised that I had found what I was missing: Him. It was my soul that remained with him when I left him. I was feeling complete and happy again. I had tears in my eyes.
He looked at me and asked, “Why are you crying?”
“Tears from happiness!” And I let him wipe my tears.
That night, I fell asleep in his arms in peace. His finger continued to touch my clitoris. I spread my legs, making room for him. And the finger slipped deeper into my vagina. I was full of pleasure. That different way of making love to me. The look in his eyes when I was having an orgasm was priceless.
His finger was moving slowly, savouring each of my sighs. When I felt the orgasm approaching, I squeezed his shoulder strongly, putting my nails into his flesh. He got out his hand from between my thighs; it was wet. He licked his finger, enjoying my taste. He laid me down again on the pillows, happy and satisfied.
PS: I know people who criticise most of the stories. Everyone has their views. We live in a country with hundreds of houses, yet some live on the platform. You always can’t expect a story which satisfies you. I tried my best to justify based on the real incident narrated by a reader of my previous story. Thanks for reading.
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