She gasped out his name repeatedly, almost reaching her high. But NO, he wouldn't let her have all the fun by herself. The sadist. He pulled away when she was oh so close, and she mewled beneath him, trying to wrap her legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.
He smirked and inched closer so their foreheads were touching. "Say it," he demanded. "What do you want me to do?"
God, this man. He was playing around, though it was clear from the ferocious look in his eyes that it took him a great deal of effort to restrain himself. But she was far too lost to comprehend all this, and with quivering lips, she managed to mumble, "Please..."
"Please what, Chakor?" He smirked again, moving his hips just enough to tease her. Though it was just for a fraction of a second, the contact was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Suraj..." She whimpered his name, and looked up at him, pleading him with her eyes.
The sight of her gasping lips and her brown eyes looking up at him, pleading him to do the deed, was enough to make all his restraints jump off a cliff. And in one swift moment, they were one. She gasped and moaned and writhed under him, leading him on. He collapsed beside her on the bed, both of them having reached their highs, and satiated. She was yet to come down from her high when he started nuzzling the side of her neck, lightly nibbling and sucking and marking her. He draped an arm over her and pulled her close, his thumb lazily drawing patterns on her back. He closed his eyes, ready to drift off, and she kissed him again.
He opened one eye and looked at her like a wolf would his prey. "If you were up for another round, you should have just said so," he said in a hoarse voice, and God, that turned her on. Before he could claim her lips again, his phone rang. Irritated, he reached his hand out into thin air, searching for his phone on the bedside table. On seeing the caller ID, he got up from the bed, and she lamented the loss of warmth.
"Hello," he groaned out. Vaguely, Chakor heard a high pitched voice coming from the other side. A girl, she concluded. 'His girlfriend?' Her heart sank. 'No, no, Chakor. What are you thinking? He doesn't love you and you know that. And you don't...' she couldn't finish. She couldn't lie to herself. She was almost on the verge of tears. She put her hand over her eyes to try and contain them, and abruptly removed her hand when she heard shuffling sounds in the room. She got up with a jerk and saw him putting his clothes on.
"Leaving?" She asked. 'Don't go, please.' She thought to herself, even though she knew better.
"Yeah, I need to go. See you in college tomorrow," he said as he swiftly kissed her cheek and picked up his car keys.
'To your girlfriend?' She pushed that thought aside. "Oh, alright. I needed to finish my thesis as well. Graduation is coming up after all." She finished lamely. She had wanted to talk about it for a long time now, about graduation, about what would happen to them and their... relationship after graduation. He seemed to not take note of it, as he walked out of the room in long strides.
A cold breeze flew in as he left, and Chakor had never felt so lonely all her life. What was she doing? She had come here to obtain a Master's degree, and then maybe get a job and settle down, but instead, she had met him and had ended up in this... awkward relationship.
Were they friends? Maybe. Lovers? No, love was only one sided, that too on her part. They were just... Friends, with benefits.
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Convocation day came faster than expected. They'd been sleeping together a lot more after exams and before Graduation, but not once had Chakor been able to bring up the topic.
Chakor sighed for the nth time as she looked at herself in the mirror. She kept thinking about Suraj and what he would say when he looked at her today. 'Probably nothing,' her brain said. She had to stop getting depressed by her own thoughts.
She looked beautiful, and that was an understatement. She wore a golden blouse with intricate mauve embroidered designs, and her Saree was a rich mauve shade with thin golden borders. She wore golden jhumkas, and an antique neck piece, as some would call it. It was her mother's. Chakor touched the neck piece lovingly, a tear escaping her eye. Had her mother seen her today, she would have exhausted her hand doing the 'buri nazar se bachao' thing. Yeah, if she was alive. She smiled wistfully, and brushing her hair one last time, she left for what seemed to be the longest day of her life.
Today, she would be graduating from this college. Today might probably be her last day here. Today would be the last time she saw some of her friends.
Today, was the day she would tell Suraj her feelings. Yes, Today was the perfect day.
~The End~
JK. Extra (This was supposed to be Part 2), cause @sriarshi wanted long chapters. I hope you're happy, love! :*
Part 02
Suraj had his life knocked out of him when he laid eyes on Chakor that day. She was downright gorgeous, like an Angel straight from Heaven. He absent mindedly patted his pocket, and smiled. Today, he would tell her. Yes, Today was the perfect day.
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With a few serious speeches, a few sad ones and a few funny ones, convocation was over. They'd all gone through the mandatory photo shoot, trying to contain their emotions so that the picture wouldn't come out bad. It was going to be a lifelong memory, after all. After that, however, many had started bawling out right. A few were taking selfies, another bunch there was sharing a group hug, while few others sat down on the class benches one last time and let the feeling sink in. They had never sat on these benches much when they were actually supposed to be attending classes, but now it was like they never wanted to let go.
After all this, a few young people joined together and made their way to the eatery to celebrate. Suraj and Chakor had been roped in, quite reluctantly too, since both were trying to escape. A few quick bites and a couple round of drinks later, Suraj and Chakor managed to stray away from the group, quite inconspicuously too. It was already dark outside.
They weren't drunk, but Chakor was just about getting there. She was feeling tipsy, and took a lot of time taking step after step, what with the effect of alcohol added to the 3 inch wedges that were killing her feet.
At first, Suraj put an arm around her waist, trying to steady her stance, but then decided to just lift her up, since it was so much easier. They were laying on the grass in the front garden of their college, satisfied smiles on their faces. Chakor was slowly coming back to her senses, and decided that it was now or never. She opened her mouth to speak, but Suraj beat her to it.
"So, what are you going to do after this?" He asked. Chakor pouted. She was supposed to be the one asking him that question. When she thought about it though, she didn't have the answer to her own question. "Don't know. You?" She had shifted to a sitting position, and was looking down at him, peacefully laying on the grass, with his hands supporting his head, the cool breeze blowing through his hair.
He sighed. Avoiding the question, he placed his hand on her lap and gently moved it up and down her thigh. She raised her eyebrow, incredulous. Surely he wasn't thinking of doing anything dirty HERE. They were outside for God's sakes, and she had no such inclinations.
Presently, he moved his hand along the length of her arm, and entwined their fingers. He squeezed her hand once, and brought it down to his lips and kissed the back of her palm. Shivers ran up her spine, and he must have noticed, for he got up and settled himself to a sitting position as well, facing her. He held her hand close to his chest, and whispered, "You look gorgeous," right next to her ear.
His hot breath tickled her ear, and she turned away, only to be forced to face him again when he held her chin and turned her toward him.
His eyes were fierce, but not with lust. It was something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. He ran his eyes over her body, and her heart rate sped up, and goosebumps rose all over her skin. She bit her lip in anticipation, of what she didn't know.
Suraj let go of her chin and moved his hand to his pocket. He sighed and looked up at her again, and slowly, after what seemed like eternity, he spoke, "Listen Chakor, I..." and stopped again. She squeezed his hand, prompting him to go on.
"I've... I've never had anyone I could call, a family. My father... cheated on my mother with another woman. My mother was too caught up in being a wife to ever take notice of me, or my sister. She would take out her frustration on me, and...," he choked and stopped for a couple seconds, before he continued in a throaty voice, "In the end, when she couldn't take it anymore, she killed herself and left us alone in the world." Suraj looked up at her, and her breath hitched.
"Chakor, I seriously don't know what we have between us. This..." he paused for a moment, "... relationship of ours, I don't know what to call it," and suddenly Chakor felt her world come crashing down at his solemn voice. "You're the only girl who's ever entered my life, whom I've allowed to enter my life, rather. And, frankly, after my father cheated on my mother, I've forgotten what it means to have someone you love. In fact, I forced myself never to fall in love with anyone. Love is something that I wasn't destined for, and I vowed to keep it that way, never would I fall in love," he paused for breath, but Chakor had already stopped listening.
He wouldn't love anyone. What a fool she was. "But...," he looked at her and reached for her hand, when his phone rang. He retracted his hand and stood up to answer his phone. He walked a few feet away from her, and stood there, tall, with his broad back toward her.
Chakor, meanwhile, had not taken any note of the change in her surroundings. Her world had stopped when he had said that he wouldn't love anyone. She had been such a fool, to think that something could happen between them. For him, it was all about physical pleasure, and he wasn't wrong in that sense, since their 'relationship' was based on that.
She hated herself for having had frivolous thoughts, of them being lovers, of owning a house together, having kids and maybe a dog, and stealing kisses when their kids weren't looking. It seemed so stupid. Why did she not realise this before?
She slowly got up, broken beyond repair. She started walking away from him, faster and faster, till she was running. She nearly tripped thrice, but she did not stop. Hastily she packed her bags upon reaching her room, and stood up and left, without looking back.
They weren't meant to be. They would never be lovers, or anything more. Their relationship was purely physical.
They were just friends, with benefits.
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