Punishment?
What could be his punishment?
A person who has lived a life of submission could easily answer that, but someone who had never discovered the grounds of it. How would he answer that?
He did not have any words or explanation.
Even though he had no answer to this question, the eagerness and excitement to find out had stretched its roots in him.
And to find out the answer, he could only look for one person. Leena.
It was another day in the college, yet again, and everything was the same, from the loud bustling of the students to the tired faces they held.
What was different was him.
In that same bustling crowd, his legs were taking him to the door of her class, from where she was the usual one to step out first.
As predicted, she came out, walking in the middle of the corridor, cutting through the busy students. She had the same cold eyes and the same sedate walk.
She was talking to Vritti, smirking at something she said, which halted his feet at the side, his hands grasping the strings of the bag tighter as the memory from the last day crossed his mind.
It reminded him of the friction of her hand on his crotch and that strong orgasm that left his body strengthless.
He also remembered the struggle he faced, just to stand up on his feet, which turned his cheeks vermilion and his demeanor reticent.
Everything on her face was the same as the last day, yet everything was different. How could she change colors? How could she look so surreal?
"Hi!" Courageously, he boomed, awkward as ever, and halted her walking feet.
Suspended by his tone, she felt her personal space invaded yet again. He was everywhere. But why?
She wanted to shun his urges, but the crimson glow on his cheeks did not allow her.
The look in his eyes caught her breath like a policeman who catches a criminal. She felt her heart sinking into her chest, her ears warming like her skin.
And no matter how roughly she tried to defeat him, her feet took her nowhere, as well as her heart.
"What are you doing here?" Anxiously, she yanked Vritti along with her to the side and quickly plated a question to him in her lowest tone, not realizing that the excitement in his heart had already bloomed the second he saw her coming near him.
"I'm sorry, I disturbed you." He stuttered in the lowest tone, peering through her scanning eyes. She might be really busy, he predicted and decided to waste no second.
"I needed to know something." He rushed, his body fluttering while her sheer attention ended up on him, after hearing his enthusiasm.
"What? You -you could've called me." Vritti was watching every little alteration in his and her expressions, forgetting the urgency to leave the premises.
She saw his eyes fall to the ground, his hands gripping the bag strings tighter that Vritti wondered if he had formed cuts by now.
"What?" Leena questioned, a bit bitter at his sealed lips and apprehensive eyes.
In the end, no matter how strongly he tried to be quick, his warming heart defeated him to do so.
"Umm, I can't ask you here." He answered as his eyes now took their turn on Vritti, splashing Vritti with a prediction of his question.
"You can ask me here. No one's listening." Leena suggested, pressing him to utter his mind immediately and let her free.
"But." He was still struggling like Vritti, who did not want to hear their personal conversation but did not mind it as well.
Biting his lips, he could no longer stand the urgency in Leena's eyes and splashed with quick lips, later squeezing his eyes shut. "I wanted to ask what is my punishment."
Leena was left frozen on her feet, her eyes astonished and dead on his puffing cheeks. She could not believe he just said that.
But she was the one who forced him. Still, how could he say such a thing just because she pressured him?
"What?" Out of shock, she stuttered, regarding his eyes changing color into innocence.
He thought she did not hear him the first time and repeated his words again, leading a laughter from Vritti's palpitating lips.
"I heard you just right the first time." Leena minced her teeth, her eyes more astonished, "you don't have to say such things in public." She hushed it into his ear, as rigid as her eyes, while Vritti tried to act aloof.
"I'm sorry. I just really wanted to know." Along with a contrite look, a distressed expression clouded his beautiful features, leaving Leena to stand still on her feet with her eyes disliking the expression he had on.
It ached her heart in the amount she could not understand. It felt as if someone was squeezing her insides. She did not like it at all.
"This—" A pause and then she throve to stay composed as she added, "This is not how it works."
His eyes were trying to gather every piece of information from her lips, not realizing the bright color they were beaming at her.
Once again caught up by him, she swung her head to the side, squeezing her eyes to soothe herself, and asked. "Didn't you search about this on the internet?"
His eyes once again struck her, the sparkling expression in them never-ending her struggle.
His eyes were doing something to her body and senses. A feeling of chills drove her unaware of the time and of the surrounding people.
But only for a few seconds.
For those few seconds, she stood silently before him, filling her chest with enough air, which seemed to dry out very quickly.
"I can't talk to you about this here." Her eyes turned around after that, signaling Vritti something that he could not understand.
"Let's go." She hailed it to him and began walking at a rapid speed when an absence of sounds of other footsteps urged her to turn around and notice him still standing there, against the wall.
"Let's go! She boomed, allowing him to read that those words were for him, and added another statement for Vritti. "Stop laughing!"
"Tell me later what your boyfriend had to say," Vritti smirked, getting a quick and sour response from Leena. "He's not my boyfriend."
"For now!" Vritti's bold claim alarmed Leena and surged the kind of rush that only increased the already rushing bomb in her.
"You can't just ask me such questions in front of people." Leena boomed as they were striding towards a cafe where she thought no one could understand or find out about their conversation, not realizing that she had a strong grasp on his wrist.
"What would people think? Thankfully, it was Vritti." She continued, "What if it was someone else?" She altered her gaze on him to receive an answer when she noticed his eyes staring at something.
Her strong hold on his wrist.
Alarms went off inside her, and the thawing heat surged back in her nerves. Her breaths which she had soothed, dashed like a runner into her windpipe and her hand quickly released his wrist.
"Don't ask me such questions in front of people from now on!" She simply said while the echoing disruption in her heart continued and quickly turned her gaze to the path, thriving not to showcase it on her face.
"Okay." He dimly nodded and grasped his wrist, rubbing the skin she had touched.
The walk to the cafe went as quiet as their feet, the two hearts speaking louder only for their own ears to listen to.
While she kept clenching her fist, he continued to caress his wrist.
It was like she never left his skin. That is how strongly she was holding onto him.
"Sit here. I'll be back" Her tone had also changed like her expressions.
She was ignoring his eyes and the expressions he had to show, her heart denying her to do so while he wished to gaze into her eyes.
The table had turned. The expressions and emotions had swapped their places. He wished to know what changed her, while she wished to ignore all of it.
Leaving him sitting on the table, she walked away to place her order of food, her eyes thriving to turn back and glance at him, no matter how hard she tried not to look at him. She ended up gazing at him.
His eyes were looking out of the window, his hands joined together on his lap. He had such a beautiful smile on his face that once again took her breaths away and a beautiful glow she rarely saw on his face while he was with her.
What is he looking at?
Her eyes sought and found a dog on the sideways through the window, licking itself.
Its brown color and fluffiness somehow resembled him, the eyes of both the creatures painfully synonyms.
"You can sit down, mam." The cashier informed, pulling her out of her haze.
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