Kabir's Diary || Thread 2|| UPDATED 17/5 PG 29 - Page 2

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The limits were crossed now. I was accused of being lusty, and what she was doing to me, when I was fast asleep, threw out, the rage in me. That means if she does anything, it is alright, and If I don't even do anything, I am lusty. I mean what kind of a sense does that make? Is that even an equitable equation? Gross! Really gross! "Are all women like this?" My mind did ask me. "But she is different!" my heart said. And I, was being asphyxiated between the two organs. "What the hell, man?! Won't you just shut up?" I shrieked in horror. And there was an immediate, absolute, silence between the two.

It was getting harder for me to control, as she laid upon me, and kissed me, so hungrily. I didn't wanted her to stop, and hence didn't wake up also. She looked very attracted to me, uncontrollable. No, but my ego came in between. And my ego made it easier for me as well. I grabbed her waist and rolled over her. She was still. Gone cold. She was caught. Bewildered and eyes popped out. She aggressively asked me what I was doing. I pecked her lips and asked the same. I asked her if what she was doing wasn't wrong? She dug her nails into my back and rolled over me. She asked me how it was wrong. I explained how it was wrong, if I would do it, and how it wasn't, when she does it. She sulked a bit, and asked, "did I ever stop you, while you kissed me, while I pretended to be asleep? I felt good, don't you enjoy it?" She asked. My ego turned into ashes in a second. "Do you love me, like I love you ?" I asked her. My hands encircled around her body protectively, underneath her cropped shirt. There was a silence. "I want you, and I don't want you to leave me too, I want to never waste a night, a holiday, without being in your arms, without kissing you, but I don't know if it is love, I don't know." She said, all of it, under one breath. "You feel what I do. I love you, but you don't know! Isn't it obvious? And I think, you should try controlling yourself until you know what it is!" I told her. "It is very hard for me. I tried though." She said. "Then it is love!" he said. "Can be lust too, though?!" she said. "Don't make me feel insecure in your presence, I am a Taekwondo black belt!" I spoke out. "Yeah, sure!" she groaned. I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, okay, I love you." she finally said.

I smiled. "Now what?" I asked. She gave a blank look. "Office me bataade? Now that you accept me!" I asked. "No. It is exciting to play this game." she said. I was surprised. "But you said you love me, but...?" I didn't complete. "Did I say that I am denying you of your love, and these kisses, and your yearning. I understand it all. But let's just keep this exciting. Let's be strangers in front of others. Secret kisses and blah, would be enthralling." She told me. "You are fascinating. You never seize to surprise me." I said. "Now that you love me, and I love you, there should be atleast something exciting, when you are boring." she said. I told her how exciting I could be. We didn't advance much last night, but yeah, we were close. There was heat. Though it was just a series of hot, wild, kisses. But I made sure that I satisfied her with the kisses that we shared. We laid comfortably, adhered to one another, partially naked.

Things did not end there. She did not go for her workout, nor did she wake me up. I woke up out of the delicious fragrance of a morning coffee that entered my smelling sensors. I woke up, rubbed my eyes and walked out of the room in my boxers. I thought she would be there in the kitchen, but no, she wasn't. The milk was burning on the stove. The Sides of the bread were spread crumbly all over the kitchen floor. I quickly turned the gas, as the milk was almost burnt. I sighed. Anxious, how to clean the kitchen, I heaved in aggression, just when, I felt, two smooth, soft hands travel from the back across my bare chest. I felt a tickling sensation within. "Never ever enter this kitchen again!" I ordered, turning towards her, and taking her into my arms. "I just tried cooking for you."She said, innocently. Flour covered the enough clothing that she had on, to cover herself. She tried kneading the dough, I understood that too. I tried getting closer to her. She spread her arms towards me, asking me to pick her up in my arms. It had become a routine - if I took a step towards getting closer , she would take two. I asked her if what we had done last night wasn't enough, and she said that what they did was a warm up, and nothing else. She was bold. I didn't know this. The difference between the first time I tried to touch her, and what was happening now, was huge. I asked what she wanted, and she just sealed her lips with mine. She had her legs encircled across my waist, and her hands, cupped my face. My hands around her, and one, busy pulling her closer as she kissed. I walked with her like that back into the bedroom. We knew, we were going to get late for the office.

However, we reached the office, romancing all through the way. She walked ahead, and I followed her into the office. Blushy smiles on our faces. Neeta, her Co-intern stopped her, as she walked to her place. I slowed down to have an ear at their conversation. I grabbed a file and stood nearby. Neeta asked Nisha that why she was late, to which Nisha said that she had some very important work at home, as she looked at me through the corner of her eyes, to which, I smirked and blushed. Then an unexpected question came from her. She asked Nisha that, what were those marks on her face and neck, and her lips, to which, nisha said that it was due to an allergic reaction to some cosmetic cream. She was really very good at making excuses. Their conversation sounded hilarious to me, until Karan came and asked her all irrelevant questions and insisted to take her to the doctor. She, somehow, escaped. He was her good friend, I could see, or may be for him, more than that. I felt waves of jealousy forming within me. I let it go, as I knew that Nisha loved me only.

Half the day passed. All the interns were assigned some tasks. She was writing something on a paper. She looked cute, or rather hot, as air gushed across her face. How lucky I was, to have her cabin just outside my room. She went into the store room to get something, and I sneaked out of my cabin too. As I walked out, and passed by her desk, the paper on which she was writing, fell near my feet. I picked it up to keep it back, but I saw my name mentioned in a para of words. I curiously started reading it. It mentioned about how happy she was about the previous night. I smiled. But she also wrote that she was only doing this for me, as she loved me. She wrote, sexual relationships for her, were hard due to her childhood experiences. She feared them. But still she did it with me, because she didn't want to shatter my feelings. She didn't want me to feel deprived. She wrote, how she feared losing me. My feeling that things were moving really fast was true. She didn't want it last night, but she did. She wrote, how she always knew that I was awake while she kissed. She wrote how much she loved me, from the very beginning, but was scared of me, my touch. I raped her, kind of. I felt guilty. She had no consent, but she moved with the flow like a dead fish. I failed to understand what she wanted. She touched me, because I wanted it, and not because, she wanted it. All that I thought about our closeness, was wrong, it was all for me, and because of me. I got the answer for the question that I asked her last night, that whether she loved me the way I did- and the answer was, an absolute no, as she loved me far more than I did. This realisation gained a lot of respect for her in my eyes. We need to talk about this. All women were not the same, she was different.

I kept the paper back on her desk and went into the store room to find her, to find her sitting in a corner with her hands encircling her folded legs, and her head rested back to the wall. Her eyes, closed. I went and sat beside her, without disturbing her. I rested my head on her shoulder. She jerked it away, not thinking it to be me. She looked at me in surprise. I smiled weakly. "Scared due to the touch?" I asked her. She fumbled. "I read," I said, and her eyes became moist. "why did you let me touch you?" I asked. She should have beaten me up. She didn't answer. "You don't need to do this, Nisha, I said that I can wait." I told her. "I want you to do this, but I am scared of touch, it reminds me of those days in my childhood," she said. "So, you never trusted me?" I asked. "I did, I always did, but I was scared," she said. "Hold my hand," I said, forwarding my hand towards her. She took no time to do so. I held it, I kissed her palm, and then, I kept her hand right over my heart. "Do you feel those heartbeats?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you trust them?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you think they will ever harm you?" I asked. "No," she said. "They beat for you, Nisha. Since the time I've seen you in the college, they beat for you! I've always loved you," I told her how I would secretly adore her since the college days but only that I could never name this feeling . She smiled. Tears escaped her eyes, and I kissed them off. "I actually love you, Nisha, I am not joking." I said. "I second what you said. I've stalked you since the college days." Nisha said, giggling, while she wiped her tears like a kid. "I am sorry for last night," I apologised. "You don't need to be. I love you, I trust you, and so, I could let you do it." She said. I was a bit relieved. She sat on my lap with her legs on either side, hugging me, just like a little kid. "You are just like a kid," I said. "For you, yes." she said as she kissed my earlobe and played with my hair. I kissed her shoulder and patted her back. We remained in that position for a few minutes, before the peon entered the store room and saw us in that position. He was Diya's slave. We settled ourselves, and Nisha moved out, as I shut his mouth with a thousand ruppees note. I hope he doesn't tell anyone, and even if he does, there's no major harm though.

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