ShraMan OS - ||Deseo(Desire)||

Guilty fantasies.

Everyone has their fair share and he had his own.

In a towel, steamy water droplets trickle their way from his hair to his back and chest. With a soft thump he lays back on his recliner while the drops cascade down on the leather. As the weariness of the long tiring day eases out of him, his eyes close on their own accord. It's like an involuntary reaction, out of the control of his will, she appears out of nowhere; his mind's eye immensely pleased and like all other times, he groans.

He has to do something. Either get rid of it or get into it. And like all other times, his body makes the decision for him.

Once upon a time he prided himself for the supreme control he held over his mind and then Sumo happened.

He had been a teenage boy when he had met her for the very first time. Some of it had started when he had first seen her, some came with time and some built itself in a way that loving this girl became a part of his very DNA.

Care and affection enhance with time. What comes first is attraction. Attraction that had him fumbling with an unmet need. They had been young and seventeen. Like a second nature he could still conjure up the younger Sumo, the girl who had made him realize so many things. She was a little plump in all the right places and had the most beautiful smile ever.

He had never starred in his own wildest fantasies and suddenly he was doing things he never imagined with his dad's guru's granddaughter. That was all she was to him in the very beginning. Only if he knew!

It had taken him months to sort his wandering mind but eventually he had adjusted to her close proximity and also to her lack of reaction to his.

As they ventured into a deeper friend zone, his dreams had receded. It was all good; though of course he didn't stop wishing his dreams to come true.

Ten years and he thought her sight wouldn't affect him even for a second. What a fool.

If Sumo the girl had managed to evade his consciousness, Suman the woman is like a tenfold hurricane that drew in Shravan into a complete warzone of his own desires and feelings.

The man in him is simple and clean. He just wants the woman he loves. It's the friend that's bringing in all the complications.

Even now, he wants to imagine their friendly moments but his needy body steers him off that zone into a lethal one. Her lithe figure pops up and once he may have been ashamed to wonder what lay underneath but now he had embraced the other effects she had on him.

Her side-braided hair made her look like a cute version of herself but if he had a chance, he would run his fingers through the braid and let her loose all those pins.

It always amazes him to see how small and tiny she looks beside him, contrary to ten years ago when she was a rightful Sumo and he kept wondering how he was ever going to match up to all other guys she crushed on. Now, he can hide her whole form behind him. Beneath him

He badly needs to clear his mind. If she was any other woman, he might have afforded the thoughts she put him through, would have actually dared to even express them, have her in his arms, made her listen, kissed her with all his might, her legs wrapped around his torso, her breathing harsh, he would have...

He jumps up to his feet. Damn. He needed a run. Doesn't matter that he just showered. A run is a run. He needs to release the pent up frustrating desires.

He quickly dons his sweat pants and a workout jacket, grabs a water bottle and heads out. Like always, his feet carve the path for him. Towards Tiwari Quila. This time he lets the reins loose, not steering his mind away from her. The heat fuelling his run. He lets his mind wander more freely..

Suman as a lover, there are times when he amuses himself with that very possibility. She is fierce and protective for the ones she loves. Being in that radar of hers where she is jealous for him, drunk on his love, and is as agitated as he is, makes his selfish self go haywire.

He would be in seventh heaven if she ever did any of those for him.

He may know her inside out but he has practically no clue as to what she makes of him. How has his return affected her? Does she ever wonder the insane possibilities they had together? Does she even spare him a minute's thought? As a grown man, he has always smirked upon the women who are visibly blown away by his manly charms but no such symptoms in that one woman he wanted so badly.

The first glimmer of her house is visible as he rounds the corner. His pace increases, wanting to reach her sooner. When he finally reaches the gate, the first thing he notices is the light that is miraculously switched off. It was midnight but that was too early for her to doze off. Her room looks eerily dark and silent from this far. The windows are shut tight, contrary to the usual norm.

She must have been very tired today. Like him. But alas she isn't affected by a certain someone, like him.

To certify that very fact he had asked her a question that morning, actually Pushkar had but he had rolled in with it.

"One guy you find hot or have been attracted to. Justify. This is a 10 mark question so you have to elaborate." How lame! And she had actually agreed to answer!

She was supposed to message him but seems like she is snoring away in dreamland.

Sweat trickles off him, he opens up the bottle and drenches his upper half with the ice cold water.

He unchains his jacket and lets the cool air do the job.

He has to end this. Sumo is becoming a constant in his life. An unattainable constant.

He decides for one last glance and that is when he notices the window. It was shut tight a moment ago, and as all his mind's energy had vested itself into it, she eases slowly into the moonlight but her eyes are nowhere near the moon, they are unfocused but trained on him, like she hasn't realized that he is watching her watch him. He looks down and sure enough, its his bare torso that has her rapt attention. He suddenly looks up and this time their eyes lock, a bit flustered, she is breathing heavy and he has no idea how to react. She is gripping the window ledge tight and for a teeny tiny second he wonders if she is ogling at him. God he was so taken with her, imagining false scenarios that will never be!

They are goddamn friends. Why isn't she calling out to him or at least waving him off?

He decides to break it himself and he turns around, jogging back towards his home. How is he ever going to explain what he was doing outside her house around midnight, not to forget half naked like some Awara Aashiq.

To make matters worse, nobody at his home has slept. They all stare at him when he comes back home.

"Shravan puttar, how obsessed you are with exercising. Teach something to Lalaji. He is always stuffing his mouth."

"Sorry Puttar, Suman brought these kofte and mix veg for you but we ended up gobbling it all-"

"Sumo came here?" Shravan interrupts, not wanting his Uncle and Aunt to have him fixated on their talks.

"Oh yes! An hour ago, right mummyji? She went to your room but came back like she saw a ghost and gave me this tiffin box and ran away like a scared cat." Vandy bhabhi rambles on but Shravan zones out.

Sumo saw him just few minutes ago from her window and didn't say anything. He never even heard a knock when-

Hell! She never knocks! What was I doing that made her run away?!

His phone beeps in time as he drags his sore self to his bedroom. It almost slips off his hand as he stares at one line that has his mouth agape,

"Answer-Shravan Malhotra. I wish I was that recliner."

Hello Lovelies🤗

I am back with another OS. Do tell me how is it and I might make it a TS if you guys like it😳

(Deseo is Desire in spanish)

Aileen❤️