Hasty morning

"Riya's Point of View,"

Is Rachit going to call me right now?

His phone number is in blacklist, and He knows that. Will he contact me now that he knows?

How firmly did he cling to my hair on that day?

Rachit will wait for me when I return to work tomorrow.

How am I going to make direct eye contact with him?

What would I answer if Rachit asked why I was avoiding him?

I've blocked no one's phone number to this day.

I do not know why I put Rachit's phone number on my blacklist?

What's the point of keeping his phone number on the blacklist if I can't stop myself from thinking about him, even if I try my best not to?

I know he'll be there for me every day at work.

How can I stop my steps from heading towards him, after all?

No matter how hard I try, I won't be able to avoid him for long.

Riya put an end to your nonsensical thaughts and stop obsessing over Rachit.

You're holding Harsh in your arms while thinking about someone else. This is wrong.

Rachit is exactly what I was looking for in a partner.

But what about Harsh?

You don't like Harsh, do you?

Of course, I enjoy his company.

That's when I started feeling hateful, but what's wrong is wrong, and I have to correct my mistake; I can't break Harsh's heart, but I want to do the same passionate kiss with Rachit again. I'd like to feel the same sensation once more.

When harsh touches me, I felt nothing. Is it OK for me to inform Harsh about this?

Oh, no! What will Harsh think of me?

Harsh was sound asleep, but he never forgot to grip my hand.

Harsh was asleep, curled around my body, and his face was so innocent. Harsh looked so cute sleeping like a child that I couldn't resist kissing him on the forehead.

I did not know when my eyes closed when I became involved in the questions.

As I massaged my eyes, the beep beep of the alarm woke me up.

I despise getting out of bed in the morning, but I have no choice; I can't miss work every day.

In the morning, nothing is better than snoozing the alarm and dozing for a few extra minutes.

I snoozed for 10 minutes on the phone before falling back asleep.

He held me once more when he realised I was sleeping next to him, this time placing my head on one of his shoulders and my face on his chest, with the other hand resting on my waist as he lifted my feet. His preferred sleeping position was in this position.

While I was sound asleep. He lifted his hand in the air, allowing him to come up close and personal with my waist.

I felt his hand on my waistline as he asked, "Should we do it again today?" he said.

"There's no way!" As I slid his hand away from my waist, I murmured to myself. "I have to go to the office."

He breathed deeply into my neck as he rubbed his long, sharp nose across the bridge of my nose. I began reacting to his actions by kissing him on the chest with my lips as a way of showing my feelings.

When the alarm buzzed off, the beep beep of the annoyed alarm immediately drew my attention to it.

I forgot about my sleep and awoke from my romantic vision with his hand removed from my waist.

As soon as I could sit up, he kissed me once again.

"Don't go to the workplace today, Riya," he whispered sleepily. I have to devote some time to you. "I'm not sure why it feels like I'm spending less time with you."

"What happened so suddenly?" I inquired, smiling.

"Where did I escape to? Every night, I'll spend it with you. I only work throughout the day."

I explained to him, releasing my hand from his grasp and leaping from the bed to stand on the ground with agility.

The alarm's beep, beep sped up my work; I went into the bathroom with the towel draped over the edge of the bed; he got out of bed and went into the kitchen, where he made tea for us.

I emerged from the restroom feeling refreshed and turned off the snoozing alarm before heading to work.

Since I was running late to work, I threw on some random black jeans and a sky blue casual shirt I had stored in my closet to get ready as quickly as possible.For lack of time to do anything with my hair, I contacted Harsh to let him know I was leaving.

I'm starving, but I'm running late and won't be able to make breakfast before I have to leave for the office.

I'm fed up with my laziness, but I can't change my pattern of sleeping late at night and waking up late in the morning.

I grabbed my laptop bag from the nightstand, tucked my open hair into a bun, and walked out the door within the workplace. 

"Harsh, I'm heading to work, and I'm running late."

"Riya, but you have eaten nothing."

"I don't have time to make breakfast,"I explained, as the clock ticked away.

"At the very least, you can drink tea."

"No, Harsh I cant, I am relly getting late." I said hurriedly.

"It'll only take 2 minutes, and you may leave after you've had your tea; I've already cooled it." After 2 minutes, he offered me a cup of tea.

I have a cup of tea and take a sip.

"Harsh is well aware of my tea preferences."

So I hurriedly finished my cup of tea, grabbed my purple running shoes from the hall's shoe rack, and ran down the stairwell.

I walked away, leaving Harsh alone on the balcony, saying my goodbyes.

Harsh then began preparing to leave for his office.