The next time I chanced upon Rithik was at the college canteen on Monday. He was seated on a chair, his elbows relaxing on the woody surface of the table, munching on a samosa. He was alone, much to my surprise. It was almost as if...

“To what I owe the pleasure for the visit,” Rithik spoke as soon as I stood within our earshot. My heart did a flip flop at that handsome presence before my eyes.

Yup, he's definitely waiting for you, bitch. Go grab that dick!

“Surely I should be the one asking that question,” I said incredulously, his statement hardly making sense.

“Well that's because I still don't know the answer... I came here to buy a samosa but then thought you might pay a visit so here we are,” he said with a shrug and chomped down another bite of his snack.

As I settled down opposite to him, my mind faithfully reeled back to Friday evening. Ah, that claustrophobic storeroom! People who couldn't afford a bedroom should be grateful to these places. These were the secretive pathways that provided you with the kind of temporary heaven you wouldn't dream of otherwise. Rithik left the seat to get more snacks and a cup of tea while I got my own. We devoured our snacks with not a word spoken between us (though I did comment upon his love for samosas and he admitted, but that was it). I remained mute until I realized I didn't have all day. I cast the empty cup aside.

“So, are we gonna acknowledge about Friday or are we gonna brush it off like... what happens in the storeroom, stays in the storeroom. You—” I was interrupted midway by his laughter. “No, fuck it, I need to know whether I'm here for just a snack because if we are, then we should stop wasting time.”

“You are hilarious,” he said, letting out another chuckle.

I shot him a 'duh' look. “Tell me something I don't know.”

“Blunt... Oh wait, you already know that,” he corrected himself, shaking his head, while I watched him out of curiosity. He leveled his gaze with me, confidence oozing out of him. “I guess I should thank you for saving me.”

“Yes, you should thank me...” I replied, nodding along. “Wait, what?!” I frowned, when the word 'saving me' clicked my head. Just what atom of that kiss was related to the word 'saving'? Now that's certainly something I didn't know.

“You remember Rithika?”

“Rithika, Rithika... Rith... Oh fuck!” I exclaimed out loud and fell into a laughing fit. Not because I recognized her but due to an entirely different reason. Rithik seemed to have figured out as he shook his head in dismay.

“Yeah, I get that, every- fucking- time I spell out that name,” he said in a no- nonsense tone. “You know the woman who I was accompanying to the dance that night. You were also there with your er... partner. Well, that woman is my ex.”

“Oh!” I stopped laughing, recalling the slim girl. I stared at the surface of the table and began tracing imaginary letters with my finger. “Let's see, Rithik weds Rithika; Rithik plus Rithika equals to Kaa, no Rika, no— shit!” I snickered, laughing once again.

Rithik let out a laugh too, seeming amused. “The hell are you doing?”

“Deciding a ship name. Isn't that something you boring couples do? No offense but your names together sounded like you two were long, lost twins. Gosh, you guys can't even have a ship name. How sad?”

He blinked several times, a small smile playing on his lips, “sorry to break your childish fantasies but we never did ship names,” he scoffed. When the humor was gone from the table, he voiced out, “Shall I continue?”

I gestured my hand to him. “Yes, sir, with all due respect.”

“Rithika and I, we broke up four months back,” he started and I fought the urge to laugh at the striking resemblance of their names. “We didn't associate with each other for a while, until one day, we met again. You know how it is— that bittersweet nostalgia, pent up feelings, I welcomed that. She often showed up at the Chalkè too. Then on Friday, you also stopped by as usual while Rithi was constantly hinting on having me back—”

I rolled my eyes. “I'm starting to get bored, Rithik. This is sounding like a cheesy love triangle story.”

“Oh trust me, there's a twist. Rithi was asking me back, I was almost ready to take her back, everything was going super, duper smooth, until you fucked it up on Friday night, in that blue cut dress. I might have not known the rules but I knew your game, Natasha. Fuck, I knew it but you still succeeded in whatever you were doing. The moment you stepped in the dancefloor, it was game over for me. I couldn't concentrate on Rithi at all...” he said, clenching his jaw while I remained there shitless. And when he reverted his gaze back to me or rather my lips, I burned. It was the very same eyes he rewarded me with, when I was kissing Virgin. Oh, that panty- dropping gaze! He pushed his elbows further to lean towards my direction.

“Believe me, I was this close from pushing that toddler away—” he said gesturing at the distance between us right now, “and show you how exactly we screw those lips over.”

“You already did.” I swallowed, referring to the scene back in the storeroom, earning a smirk from him. I stared at his light, pinkish lips, wanting nothing more than him to screw me all over again. If only we weren't within the public eye right now. But before anything else, I had to hear him out first.

He shot me one hard look before backing away. “I'm glad you showed up that day. You majorly distracted me but in that process, you made me realize exactly why Rithi became my ex. You prevented me from making that mistake so thanks.”

“Oh, I guess you're welcome,” I said with a shrug, not knowing what else to say. Well, as long as things worked in my favor, I was fine with it.

So, what now?

I was mentally articulating ways to approach the main subject but he beat me to it. “So let's get straight to the point, starting with you— What do you want from me?”

“It should be kinda obvious by now,” I met his gaze. “I want you.”

He raised a brow, “In what way, may I ask, Patil?”

He just made it a lot easier for me. I liked how he was challenging me to slap the truth right in front of his face.  Well, then, truth he should have it. “In a sexual way, obviously.”

His eyes narrowed a little as he took in my answer. I decided to focus my attention on the surface of the table, trying not to let my vulnerability show off my face.

“So you were after me from the very start.”

“Not exactly. My purpose of meeting you at the convenient store was purely coincidental. I only wanted to talk to you, perhaps pass time. I wasn't expecting anything to be honest.”

He raised a brow, looking surprised. “Oh, then what about that night at the college party?”

“Obviously that was an exception...” I bit my lip in anticipation. “What about you?”

“What about me, huh?” He asked, sounding like he was asking himself. Then he looked at me in the way like he meant it. “You did catch my eye before, Natasha, but back then, you were like a Mercedes car that passed by— you stare and forget about it when it's gone. Well, until you stepped into the Barista and I found myself staring at you. Meeting Shivani was just an excuse to see you. You were damn gorgeous that day. But I'm a gentleman, you see. I wasn't pursuing anything. Good thing, you talked to me next time. You are somewhat— how do I word it, different. There might be other women who might want to screw around but usually, they shy away from confessing something so bold. Either that, or they have a cheap way of showing it. You are neither of them and honestly, that itself is a huge turn on. It would be my pleasure to have my dick inside you.”

“Wow...” I trailed off, somewhat surprised and speechless at the same time. Honestly, I wasn't expecting that confession or maybe he was flattering to get me. Guess I should pay attention to my surroundings more often. “If everything is cool then why do I sense a 'but' in your words?”

He gave a small smile. “Because there is. You might find this cheesy but I'm not the hook-up kind. I prefer a proper relationship with that. I only had sex with two women before and both of them were my girlfriends.”

“Sorry, but if hooking up is not for you then dating is not for me either,” I sighed. “I could easily say to follow your own dick, or shit about being casual but in the end, it's your decision, your life. If you agree, great! If you don't, then you won't even find a trace of me around you. Don't take this the wrong way. I care more about my well-being and less about yours. I just don't want to spend my worth with a half-hearted man.”

“I highly doubt any man would take you half- heartedly. They would have to be gay then,” He winked before pushing his chair back to get up. It was his cue to end this conversation. I got up as well. He absent-mindedly ran his tongue around his upper lip which did nothing good to my imagination. “I'll think about it and tell you afterwards. Maybe on phone. Uh, that reminds me, is it okay if we exchange numbers? I don't know if people do that in this situation. I mean we aren't exactly friends or maybe we are, considering the number of times we met. This is strange but—”

“Stop!” I managed to say, bringing my hand over my mouth and laughed at his funny rambling. “Of course we can, idiot. Now that you mention it, it is strange that we never exchanged numbers till now.”

Thus, we saved each other's numbers before going our separate ways. Well, that wasn't bad. Now I did say it was his decision but I seriously wanted him to say yes. Something screamed intriguing about him and I had a feeling that I'd really enjoy fucking my brains out with him.

I can say I anticipated a phone call from him at night, however his twisted response wasn't something I expected.

“Date?!” I practically screamed on the phone after he told me. “You want me to go out with you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

I heard a sigh escape from the other end. An annoying one. “Calm the F down, woman! I'm not asking you to date me. Neither do I want to, considering I just gotten out of one, four months ago. All I'm asking is to go on a few dates with me. Like two or three... I thought about it for quite a while and the thing is, I just can't get to bed you without getting to know you a bit—”

“I thought we knew each other enough already during my weekly visits to your bar!” I cut him off abruptly. “I understand your point, Rithik. Even I'm not comfortable with the idea of fucking a complete stranger but aren't we already past that stage?”

“Obviously we are but you are not getting it. If we fuck right away, I'll feel like a heartless fuckboy who's only using a body. I know it's not like that but try to look from my perspective. I'm a bit sentimental. I never tried this before but I'm willing to bend my rules to have you. I don't doubt our physical attraction, I just don't want to be left bitter afterwards. So if you want me, then you'll have to bend your rules as well. A mutual compromise I'd say. Think about it. My method may be slightly different but if we are both getting the end of the bargain then I don't see the problem.”

I fell speechless. I couldn't believe he was taking the shots now. It was like he flipped the game around and the ball was on his court. Well played, Rithik. Well played.

“Fine, we'll go your way but you'll have to listen to my rules too. Two things. First— no more than three dates and second— don't expect anything from me.” An evil smile made it's way to my lips. “Oh and, try not to fall for me, will you? I happen to be very charming. Many have told me so.”

A boisterous laugh erupted from the other end, almost blasting off my speakers. “What a coincidence! I was going to warn you about the exact same thing. Do you know how many girls have followed me on Instagram lately? And the number of times a girl had asked me out. Try not to fall in loop with those girls, okay? I wouldn't be able to handle so much pressure.”

My mouth fell open at his attempt to show off. I could almost imagine him as one of those handsome faces, flicking their hair in a meme that said— 'Bitch, I'm fabulous.' It made me snort. “Someone's being way too cocky today. Hope your cock doesn't burst with all cockiness you stored inside.”

“Very thoughtful of you. Don't worry, my buddy is big enough to handle it... Okay, gotta go. Mom's calling me for dinner. I'll message you the date and time afterwards. You free on Saturday?”

I checked the date on my mobile. “Yes, I am. Bye,” I said and let out a yawn. He said goodbye and ended the call. I checked the duration of our call which had been close to ten minutes. Just then, something about our conversation clicked my mind.

“How come I never knew about his Instagram account?” I muttered under my breath as I logged onto my own Instagram account to search for his name.

The following day, I received a message—

Saturday, 1 pm.
Meet me at Bandra, in front of Shoppers Stop.

PS- No overnight plans. ;)

Puft, I wasn't expecting an overnight stay anyway.

~

He decided to watch a movie first. As we walked upstairs towards the cinema hall together, he startled me by holding my hand. Something funny build up my stomach but I ignored it. Instead, I turned sideways to glare at him.

His kept a straight face, “In case you're wondering, I'm merely holding your hand to get a feel of you. Don't get any funny ideas.”

Indeed he hadn't intertwined his fingers on mine the way couples did. He was just holding while his thumb made small circles at the back of my palm. “You sure you'd get a feel of me by just holding hands? Damn, I pity your tiny sized brain for such tiny sized thoughts.”

Now it was his turn to glare at me while I smirked at him. He left my hand as we reached the elevator. I thought he was sulking but I was proved wrong when I felt his strong arm circling my waist in a vice like grip, pulling me onto him. His cologne hit my nostrils along with the smell of his aftershave, making me more conscious of him. If that wasn't all, then his palm slipped from my waist to my hip. “Even this tiny sized brain is capable of seeing big things,” he whispered while sizing up my hip with his stare. This time I let him have the spotlight to himself.

Currently, there were three movies airing— an action, a romance, and an animated one. I was about to voice my opinion on which one to choose when he flashed two rectangular tickets in front of me. He chose the romance one. “See, I'm so considerate.”

Well, Mr Romeo, that's the movie I wanted to avoid.

What more disappointing was our seats were in the middle rows, not in the secluded corners where couples usually made their own movie. This time I couldn't keep mum. “Why not the corner one? Isn't that why we came here?”

He craned his head behind, glancing at the back row until his brows raised like he understood the meaning behind my words. “No,” came his reply when he turned back to me and placed the pack of popcorn into the hole, connecting the seat.

“No?” I repeated as we settled down. I scrunched my nose in disgust. “Don't tell me you're expecting me to hold your hand and lean onto your shoulder while we watch this love crap.”

“Hell no!” he said with utter dismay, followed by a laugh. “Why would I want you to do that? I want us to watch the movie. Simple. Don't tell me you only come to the theatre
for that?”

“Of course not. I usually come here with my friends.”

“Not as a date?”

Does watching a movie with Abhishek count? I guess no. “Not many times,” I lied. In all honesty, I just didn't feel the need for a trailer at the backseat when I could get the whole action in bed. Just then the lights in the cinema turned off and the screen showed us the certificate of the movie. Thus we started watching the movie...

~

My head hung low with my eyes closed until it snapped open. I had almost fallen asleep. In the movie, the hero and heroine were in some nameless disco, dancing to a number and having drinks. I think it was their fifth disco now or maybe sixth. Doesn't matter. Yawning, I dug my hand into the packet of popcorn, only to find leftover corn crumbles in it. I ate them anyway. I glanced to my left and tittered. Rithik was sleeping comfortably with his head resting against the seat like he owned the place. I facepalmed.

“Rithik... Rithik,” I called his name as I placed my hand to his shoulder and shook him. After calling his name a few more times, his head jerked as if he received an electric shock. “Eh? Is the movie over?” He asked sheepishly while blinking his slightly reddish eyes. Damn fuck, did he look sexy. Just why did he had to look so good in every- fucking- thing he did?

I'll spare you this time. “Yes, the movie is over,” I told him but then he looked at the screen and frowned at me, clearly not getting the message. “For us that is. Now can we please get out of here before I rot myself out of boredom? I'm hungry. Like I'm totally imagining a Masala Dosa right now.”

He hung his head low and sighed, “Fine.”

~

“That movie was cancer. Seriously what was that fucker (director) thinking?” I commented while tearing another bite of the dosa and stuffing it into my mouth.

“He was either shitting himself in alcohol or living in a disco,” he said with his mouth stuffed and I grimaced. For the next few minutes, we kept on dissing about the movie and other bad movies while devouring our dosas.

“Date one over. Can I leave?” I asked when we were done with food.

“Not so fast, woman. I didn't just call you for movie and lunch. And it would be an insult to let you go after watching such a horrible movie. I suppose I owe you something.”

“Oh,” I said nodding. “Where to, next?”

“Would you fancy a trip down the beach? To walk hand in hand in sunset facing the sea.” I slapped his hand away, smiling. I knew he was joking. “No?” he confirmed, his face crestfallen.

I widened my eyes, “Were you serious?”

His expression changed immediately as he scoffed, “No. Now let's head to the game station downstairs,” he declared and I let out a frustrating groan. He laughed at my expression. We started walking towards the lift. “You loathe romance, don't you?”

“It's overrated as shit. I don't exceptionally hate it, I just hate the way it's glorified in media, movies, books and gossip, like it's the God ruler of this world.”

“Gotta agree with that one,” he pointed out and we stepped over the tube like lift descending downstairs.

I admit, going to the game station was a hell lot better than watching the movie. He should have opted for this earlier. We played a few games around, some solo while some together and somewhat fitted ourselves into this date. Don't get me wrong. I was enjoying but it was starting to get annoying, too. Especially when he flicked his tongue over his lips or bumped his body against me or did so much as breathe my way. Just how long did I had to drag with this torturous date scenario?

I got excited when we hopped onto his car which meant that he was finally dropping me home. A red light signal passed, then another and then none. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was taking me somewhere else, instead.

“Spill the beans already. Where are we going?”

“You'll soon find out,”

I turned to the road ahead of me. “I hope it isn't the last thing I find.”

As if to make it look more odd, he took us to a remote place and parked his car under a section of trees that covered the sun. Again, I didn't need to be a genius to know why we were here, unless he was kidnapping me which was highly unlikely. Still, I didn't expect him to jump my bones within the first date itself.

“Look, this may sound old school but I prefer a bed over a car seat.”

He turned sideways to face me. “Don't worry I'm old school too, in that sense. We are just here to experience the trailer.” A minute later, he stopped the car. “Let's move onto the back. I can't wait.”

Once we got into position at the back seat of his car, we placed our hands— his hand on my jaw and my hand on the back of his neck and tilted our heads together, kissing right away. It was the softness of his lips against the roughness of his facial hair, seeping into my senses like a drink. My heart thudded against my chest, my body still getting used to the fact that I was kissing Rithik. Fortunately, there were zero chances of getting caught in the act due to the curtains that covered the car windows.

I nibbled on his bottom lip, letting him know how ready I was. We let our wet lips and tongues communicate with each other sensuously. He sucked my mouth while his hand slipped inside my top to my bra, stirring my skin. My nip.ples hardened as his fingers brushed that part before he squeezed my boobs. I could feel the moisture build between my legs. My hands moved to tug at his violet shirt, struggling to get it away but he didn't let me as he continued to kiss me. Instead, I slipped my hands inside, and felt his abs beneath my hands, making him exhale audibly. Despite the AC on, my body felt hot. In a dire need to get closer, I broke myself from him to spread my legs behind him, thus situating myself on his lap. His hand moved behind my neck to my hair, sending a chill down my spine. I felt him smirk before my lips and got lost in his kiss once again.

I sunk down to the backseat, once we were done with it. I stole a glance at Rithik who was catching his breath, just like me. His dazed eyes lifted to meet mine. He lifted one hand to trace my lips, chin, neck, trailing it all the way to my cleavage, making my heart accelerate. It didn't seem like I was going to catch my breath anytime soon.

“Turn over.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

He removed his thumb, regarding me with sharp eyes. “I said turn over with your back facing me.”

There was something intense gleaming in his eyes like he couldn't wait to do whatever it was he wanted to do. It made me obey him right away as I turned around to sit with my back facing him. “Like this?”

“Hmm,” he mumbled quietly then further surprised me by gripping his palms to my sides, pushing me delectably closer to him. His hard front covered my soft back completely. Slowly I felt his hands trailing down my waist to the hem of my capri. Desire pooled down in the most pleasurable part of my body, waiting to be caressed, in the most erotic way. Before I could so much as take the next breath, he undid the button of my capri, reliving me from its fitting. His voice was soft murmer in my ears as he whispered the following words. “This is my payback.”

His hand slipped inside, reaching for my panties and pressed his two fingers, making all the blood pool down to the center. “So fucking wet,” he said, sounding amused but I couldn't care less about his teasing as I had was too busy keeping my eyes closed. My hands moved to grip his legs as he pushed his fingers past my entrance, further soaking my panties. He was touching me but his fingers were yet to touch my bare pus.sy.

And then, without warning, he lowered the panties, thus reaching for my aching, wet bud, stealing my breath away. My back arched against his front as his fingers ran against my cl.it in small circles. The pads of his fingers kept rubbing against my delicate wet skin there until I felt my first orgasm coming in. I let out a half suppressed breath as I came and felt his lips nibbling at my ear lobe, making the whole experience twice as pleasurable.

He took it even further by slipping his fingers inside of me, making my whole body shudder in mercy. I let out a moan I didn't quite recognize as mine and bit my lip to suppress my next. I could almost hear the sound of the liquid in my va.gina, slapping against my inner walls with his thick fingers. In and out— in and out, his fingers moved, digging deeper, reaching for the deepest part of me.

He craned his head to my lips when I arched my head right to reach him. My mouth moved against him in a fervent manner, while also moving my hips against his fingers. I came again, far too quickly and moaned against his mouth. For a few seconds we remained still, with me trying to catch up. But that didn't stop him and honestly, I didn't want him to. He only had to slip his third finger inside, to make my body writhe under him all over again. My head fell back against his shoulder, heaving.

“Yes, baby. Unleash yourself. Fuck my fingers hard and good,” he said in a husky voice and moved his lips to nibble at the side of my neck, making me lose control over my senses. His fingers moved more faster, more rigorously than before, bringing me to the edge. My toes curled around his ankle as I squirmed.

His dirty talk, sounded hot in my ears but they did the deed as I came all over, with his name on my lips, mixed with my moans. He finally pulled his fingers out. I felt my legs going limp and my breaths leaving out of the body. I didn't realize he was watching me until I opened my eyes halfway to look at him. He sucked his soaked fingers, tasting my cum in his mouth. “For a sour personality, you seem to taste quite sweet.”

I was still lost in the state of euphoria so I said nothing. I shifted to face him and that's when I noticed the bulge between his legs. I touched there, earning a low groan from him. I rubbed it for a while until he removed my hand.

“Why? Don't you want me to continue,” I asked quietly.

“O believe me, I want so very bad. I want to go all the way but not now. Today was all about you and trust me, it was worth it. Worth watching you fall under my mercy,” he ran his fingers over my flushed cheeks. He then finished his business by himself without letting me touch or watch him.

“I'm so going to imagine today when I'll do myself tonight,” he whispered, making me smile wide and pulled me towards him. We kissed slowly this time, and I tasted myself on his tongue. He let go to stare at me; his dark brown eyes that held lust and many other things that I couldn't wait to find out. I was starting to like this silly arrangement. It was like I was getting him in doses, with each dose more wilder than the first. If getting fucked by his fingers was this intense, then I wondered how would actual fuck be. Normally I wouldn't wait but this time, I would. Something told me that having sex with this man was going to be something out of this world.

“You would be worth the wait.”

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