She paused near Vihan, acknowledging everyone at his table except him until she settled down beside him. Instantly, the atmosphere at the table shifted; Ridhan's gaze altered from Vihan to her, confusion etched on his face.
Meanwhile, Saanvi wore a curious smile, eager to understand why Leena was interested in their group. Seated next to Ridhan, Saanvi posed a question that echoed in everyone's minds. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, I just needed Vihan's assistance with something," Leena calmly responded, her eyes moving from Saanvi to Vihan. Vihan's body tensed at her words, his hands gripping a spoon tightly, his mind racing.
"With what?" Saanvi probed further. "With English," Leena replied, unaware of the turmoil building within Vihan. "I was working late last night and noticed that a page from the book was torn."
"Will you help me, Vihan?" She asked, to which Vihan nodded slightly. However, his response was ignored as Saanvi intervened, disrupting her plan. "Oh, you can borrow my book."
"No!" Leena exclaimed, her outburst surprising everyone once again. "I mean, Vihan could assist me," she said, forcing a smile and glancing at Vihan's wide eyes. "Right?"
Once again, Vihan nodded in agreement, hurriedly rummaging through his bag to retrieve the book before someone else could interfere. "Thanks. I'll return it to you tomorrow," Leena said, smiling at him. Her words elicited a soft smile from him too, and she left in silence.
The primary reason for seeking Vihan's book was to foster a stronger connection and gain insight into her feelings. However, their encounter only heightened the tension between them.
There was something about him that had left a lasting impression on her mind, something she couldn't quite comprehend. Sitting at her desk, she absentmindedly scribbled through the notebook while her left hand grazed over Vihan's English book, absorbing the words.
Suddenly, the words imprinted turned into the softness of her vision. The sensation of the rough page entering her vessels through her fingertips.
Her eyes moved across the words like when she was examining him from an incredibly close distance during the lunch break. The words remained in their place, just like when he was frozen in time, not shifting an inch. A period at the end of a sentence brought her reading to a halt, like a mole on his lips that captivated her attention,
He is more exquisite than my dreams, she thought, as her fingers glided from the top to the bottom of the page, merging her senses with her vivid imagination. Does he feel the same way?
It was a peculiar question, yet one she could understand.
She stood up, as if hypnotized, book in hand, and walked over to her bed, her eyes lingering on the pages. She sat down, once again entranced by her daydreams of him. But this time correcting her dreams with a real vision.
The crimson blush on his cheeks, his smooth skin, and his full lips her dream didn't do justice to his real-life features. So she was justifying it with her imagination.
Her body sank into the mattress, and she placed the book near her nose, inhaling deeply, as if she could capture his scent, just as she wished. It did indeed smell like him, reminiscent of the scent of calla lilies.
The delicate fragrance of lilies wafted through her nose, seeping into her nerves, causing her to shut her eyes and sending a numbing sensation through her body. A burning desire surged within her, prompting her to writhe on the mattress.
Her gentle inhales transformed into deep, heavy breaths, echoing his imaginary moans of pleasure in her mind. In that moment, an intense craving took hold, compelling her to slide her right hand into her pants. "Please, I want it," he whispered in her ear, urging her fingers to rub her sensitive clit.
His moans echoed in her mind, and she gasped as her wetness welcomed her fingers. The sensation was electrifying, making her head conjure an image of his impressive length. His moans spurred her on, prompting her to move her fingers inside her with increasing fervor.
With each flick of her fingers, her breaths morphed into moans, harmonizing with him in her fantasies. Her body yearned for more, more pleasure and more of his tantalizing moans.
The mole near his lips seemed so inviting that her imagination placed her lips on it, pushing her closer to orgasm. With a few more intense flicks, she let out a guttural growl, succumbing to the pleasure, her body trembling with ecstasy.
Quivering from the intensity of her release and her vivid fantasies, she finally let out the frustration of not having him in reality, a sense of dissatisfaction quickly settling in.
As her body gradually settled down, she realized that these dreams needed to be handled carefully. Simply washing them away or talking to him wasn't enough.
Exhausted from her unconscious turmoil, she withdrew her wet fingers, finding his book carelessly lying on the bed. Reaching for her own book on the table, she tore out a page and wiped her damp fingers with it. One page after another, she continued tearing, until her book lay lifeless in the dustbin.
"You're acting strangely," Vritti's words echoed in her mind as she stared at the bin full of crumpled pages beside her bed, acknowledging that she was right. I am acting strangely. And I have to do something about it.
Her gaze shifted back to his book, then to the lilies adorning her table. Standing up, she plucked a lily from the vase and settled back, staring at it intently.
"What is it that excites me about him? "she wondered aloud, bringing the flower closer to her nose, once again engulfing herself in the scent so reminiscent of his presence.
This question lingered in her mind until she fell asleep, the book still beside her head after hours of contemplation.
"What is it that excites me?" she mused, her mind repeating the question as she made her way slowly through the bustling crowd of students toward the classroom. It had gone from morning to noon and she could not stop thinking about him, even in her classes.
"What is bothering you so much?" Vritti inquired, noticing Leena's distracted demeanor since the morning. "Hmm?" Lost in her thoughts, Leena hadn't registered a word Vritti said. "What's wrong? What are you thinking?" Vritti asked again, her tone a mix of concern and sternness.
"Nothing," Leena denied, though the seriousness on her face was hard to ignore. "Is it about the dreams?" Vritti probed as if she already knew it was about Vihan, adding, "You can't lie to me, so don't play games. What's bothering you? I can't stand seeing you like this."
With a sigh, Leena recounted the events of the previous night and the nagging question in her mind, receiving a response she had anticipated. "So you do like him!" Vritti exclaimed, a smirk playing on her lips.
"No, I don't," Leena responded firmly, trying to dismiss Vritti's accusation. "Right. You didn't tell me you tore the pages of your book just to get to know him. And you don't like him?" Vritti mocked.
"I don't know why I did that," Leena replied, torn between her conflicting emotions as they reached their English class. "So, are you sure now?"
"No! I don't know if I'm sexually attracted to him or if I actually like him," frustration etched on her face with every word. "Hmm. He's not your usual type, so it's confusing. What should we do about it?" Vritti suggested, settling down beside Leena in class.
"Wait, there he is," Vritti's eyes caught sight of Vihan, Saanvi, and Ridhan, sitting five rows ahead of them. "Should we go talk to him?"
"What am I going to say? That I'm having sex dreams about him?" Leena replied, her expression incredulous. "You can't say that. But you have to talk to him. Otherwise, how will you figure out what you're feeling?" Apologetic for her previous suggestion, Vritti advised.
"I guess." With uncertain words hanging in the air, the class began. Despite the teacher discussing important topics, Leena's entire focus remained on Vihan.
He sat awkwardly, his stationary slipping from his control. A pen fell, and he bent down to pick it up, unexpectedly meeting her gaze, her eyes calm and his surprised. He hustled to sit stiffly back again, evidently torn off. But not for her eyes.
She couldn't grasp what it was about him that captivated her because, clearly, he wasn't her usual type.
He was too innocent, naïve, and quiet. His physique might have been pleasing to the eye, but his words and demeanor didn't align with her preferences. Dreams aside.
If he truly resembled his dream self, what would she do? His words in her dreams were like a melodious tune to her ears, leaving her questioning her own desires.
As soon as the class came to an end, Vritti hurriedly pulled Leena by her arm, practically dragging her along. "Let's go!" Leena, stumbling after her, managed to stop them both before they could potentially fall. "Hold on, we know where he's headed."
"Oh, right." Vritti, surprised as if she didn't know, released her arm. "Why are you so eager about this?" Leena questioned, her curiosity evident as she glanced at Vritti, sharing a similar expression. "It might turn into something, you know? Like a relationship or something."
The aggressive excitement on Vritti's face faded swiftly at Leena's dismissive words. "That would never happen!" With her statement hanging in the air, they stopped in front of Vihan's table, exchanging greetings with everyone.
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END OF THE CHAPTER
His face was now blushing red, his lips palpitating, his eyes fluttered onto hers, his ears burning hot.Yet, even though he felt bashful about kissing her, he puffed up his chest with courage, clutching the bag strings tightly, and softly began inching to her lips.She could not name such an expression on his face other than beguiling and with a soft smile, she softly interrupted his lips as she pressed her palms around his cheeks and whispered. "You have to hold my face in your palms first."Another jolt of astonishment sizzled through his nerves, prompting him bashful more than ever. How dumb could he be? He thought in his head and instantly planted his palms on her cheeks, making her snicker even more."Why don't you be a little gentle?" She whispered and slipped her fingers from the back of his neck, into his hair.He promptly softened his palms, sending chills down her spine while she was gently drawing him closer.It felt as if she had been grazed by love and affection, a warm feeling taking over her senses.If his hands felt that good, how good would his lips feel? She could not wait any longer."Now, kiss me!" She boomed, peering into his eyes for another few seconds before he sealed his lips onto hers.He remained still for a second. He was taking in the feeling of kissing and once he had taken that feeling, he began running his mouth, opening it, and closing it with tenderness.Their lips created beautiful music that softly echoed in the room, their tongues joining in to enhance the melody.He hummed in between the kiss, pressing his thawing body closer and closer to her. That was the feeling he could not stop. That feeling always took over his senses and turned him weak before her.Because even though he was kissing her, she still had her claws deep into his skin. And that feeling grew strong with each passing second, ready to turn him weaker when she suddenly pulled her lips back."I didn't realize being kissed by you for the first is a better feeling than sleeping with you for the first time." He wasn't looking into her eyes just because he had kissed her, but when he heard those words, he couldn't help but lift his head and gaze into her eyes with realization.First time? Is this what she meant?"By first time, you meant the first time we had sex?" He questioned, ready to seal his realization with the print of agreement and she answered, "Took you long enough to realize."That is when he drew a breath of relief, which she could not ignore, and questioned, "Are you troubled with something?""No- no." He quickly denied the accusation with a stutter, shaking his head as well, and added, "I'm just tired."A smile curled her lips as her brain traveled back to the things that they did the day before. "Of course." She simply smirked, and grasped his face in her palms, "Why don't you come to my place, we can relax."The look in his eyes shifted from troublesome to full of perception and astonishment, like he knew what would happen once they were back alone.She quickly read his eyes and chuckled at his dazed face. "I will not do anything, I promise."Her words lead him to bite down his smile, unaware of her upcoming words, "unless you want me to." And there he was, hiding his eyes from her once again."Okay, go, classes are about to begin." With a blissful smile, she said and gingerly opened the door for him, watching him smoothly slip from her adjacent body to the door. And before he could dis-sapper, she added, "I'll wait for you by the gate."throughout the whole day, he kept revisiting the classroom in his head, smiling by himself, thinking about her words and the warmth in between them.He could still feel her so close to him, while his lips were palpitating with the remanence of the kiss. And each time he looked at her, he'd find her smirking or teasing him through her eyes.Later that day, they were in her apartment, sitting on the couch where she had teased him to the point where his brain had stopped working: they were sitting beside each other, watching tv like any other couple would. But they weren't a couple yet.Her focus was fixed on the characters' choices on the TV, while there was a hurricane brewing inside his chest, making him feel like he'd throw up.He kept stealing glances at her and thinking of what would become of him that night. He kept thinking of that lingerie and wondered where it had gone too, for she did not think he'd want to take the lingerie.He kept thinking about more and more stuff when suddenly she stood up from the couch and left for her bedroom.His eyes at that, fell wide open and kept staring at the door of the bedroom, thinking what would be the surprise now and could he take it without soiling himself into a mess?Then suddenly she appeared from the bedroom with a blanket in her hands. "It's getting colder." She said and sat back on the couch, covering him with the blanket along with her."Come here." She added as she stretched her arms for him to lie in. Hesitantly he did, unable to deny - not wanting to either.He was once again in the same position, except for the lingerie and the cold air chilling his skin."You're still scared." She sensed it through the stiffness in his body, her hands resting on his abdomen. "Don't worry, I promised. I will not do anything."It was yet another new side of her, which he did not assume existed. She was acting like a normal girlfriend with a nourishing character."Just calm down and rest. We will cook something to eat or maybe order something." Her hands rubbed his abdomen with care and gentleness, prompting his mind and body to calmer.As much as he was astounded by yet another one of her characters, he adored it the most. He loved the care he was receiving from her gentle hands and gentle tone."You know, my mom used to massage my head every time I had a headache. She still does every time I visit her." A new piece of information, which made her seem like a normal being."And she also cooks nice food." She added, while he rested his head on her chest and turned his eyes up at her.She seemed so different - beautiful and pure which made his heart sink deeper into his chest. He was feeling warmth and a tingly feeling rushing into his veins like a drug, making him addicted."Your mother seems so nice." He spoke with a slight dullness in his tone. Because it was the type of guardian he never had."Yes, she is. My dad is the total opposite of that. He is tough and strict. But he's also very nice." She responded as she slipped her fingers into his hair, prompting his eyes to close and numb at the sensation, like the cold air in the summer."I think I take after him the most." She went on, massaging his head while her passionate and burning eyes were gazing at his slumbered eyes like he was a statue of perfection. He was beaming purity like the rays of the sun."I think that is why I like you."_______________END OF THE CHAPTER----- Love, author!Connect with me and early and exclusive work: https://queenbeewritess.carrd.co/----Love, author! ❤️