Unrequited Love
He had the most beautiful narrow honey brown eyes, high cheekbones, manly jawline, firm pink lips, lean body. She had watched him, admired him for years. She had looked up at him with wonder ever since she was a little girl. He was so controlled, so manly...so wonderful. Arnav Singh Raizada. Their families had known each other since she could remember. He was eight years older than her which is why he didn't look at her the way she did. She didn't even know if he knew she thought of him like this'that she had dreams of him where he used those firm lips of his, that she wanted him so much. She simply could not resist him.
Unrequited love'it was a strange thing. She looked at him with love, and he looked at her with indifference. She never could understand how a person could want someone so much, yet the other person did not reciprocate. She had seen him with other women over the years and jealousy had flared within her. Her eyes had narrowed and looked at that other woman with contempt. She still remembered that day when she was 14. She had been on the beach with her friends when she had spotted him with his latest conquest. His arms had been around that girl who was dressed ever so scantily. Bare all...she had left nothing for the imagination. And in that minute pure rage had flooded her. She had always known he was a man of healthy appetites, but she had always hoped maybe someday he would look at her the same way he looked at that scantily dressed girl. But he hadn't. She had barely contained her rage when they had approached her.
He had come up to her and said "hey Khushi, how are you and how are aunty and uncle." The utter dismissal had hurt her. She was sitting there on her beach chair burning up with jealousy and he had not even noticed it. She had not known if she wanted him to acknowledge her feelings, but his complete lack of awareness had hurt.
"They are fine and'" she paused trying to contain her anger, "I am fine."
The scantily dressed girl must have sensed something in Khushi's demeanor because she moved closer to Arnav, she put her arm around his waist and she pushed her breast slightly into his chest. Rage, Khushi had never known what true rage felt like until that moment. She wanted to pull that bitch off of Arnav by her hair. She wanted to slap her, pull her hair out from the roots, but she hadn't. She had stayed there and borne it. Now that she thought of it, she wished she hadn't because it had always made her feel like a coward...someone who hid her feelings for fear of rejection. She wished she had the courage to tell that man sitting across her now that she wanted him in the most primal way. That she wanted those firm, big hands all over her. That she wanted his time, his life, his everything. But she couldn't. As always she remained quiet perhaps because she was too scared. She had never been a woman who could bet on anything, let alone love. Perhaps she would never be able to make this bet because she was too afraid of losing...too afraid of the rejection.
So she sat there quietly admiring him.
Unrequited love was a strange thing indeed.
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I always loved the topic of unrequited love. So just wanted to write something with it. I hope you like it. 😃
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Already a few people have asked me to turn this into an SS or FF...I actually want to write something with unrequited love. I have wanted to fir a while, but dont have time currently. Once I do, I will certainly write it. 😃
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