He was a ruthless business man.
Meet Arjun Venkatraman CEO of AV Tech, one of India's biggest tech companies. He is a cold blooded boss who would stop at nothing to keep his company in the ranks. He is the only son of Murali Venketraman who has hig...
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With the cast finally off and my leg feeling lighter than it had in weeks, life seemed to be better already. Yet, between finally recovering, there was still a nagging thought constantly on my mind.
Shruthi and I hadn't talked about sex since that night in the shower. The memory of her refusal weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that accompanied it. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable again, didn't want to push her into something she wasn't ready for.
But these few days,I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of frustration. It wasn't just about physical desire, though that certainly played a part. It was about the need for connection, for closeness, for the reassurance that our bond was as strong as ever.
I knew that Shruthi was being cautious, that she was prioritizing my health above all else. And part of me admired her for it, respected her for putting my well-being first. But another part of me couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the distance that had grown between us.
I longed to bridge that gap, to somehow bring back our connection back to the way it was before the accident. Yet, I hesitated, unsure of how to talk to her about this without making her feel pressured or uncomfortable. I didn't want to jeopardize what we had, didn't want to risk pushing her away further than she already was.
And so, I found myself confused on what to do, torn between my desire for closeness and my fear of pushing too hard. I knew that patience was key, that rushing things would only do more harm than good. But as each day passed without resolution, I couldn't help but wonder if we would ever find our way back to each other, both physically and emotionally.
I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me like a heavy fog. I had tried to ignore it, to bury it beneath the facade of normalcy, but it gnawed at me incessantly, refusing to be ignored any longer.
Finally, unable to bear the distance between us any longer, I cornered Shruthi one evening, my heart pounding with a mixture of frustration and longing.
"Angel, are you ignoring me on purpose?" I blurted out, my words coming out more accusatory than I had intended.
Shruthi's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back, clearly caught off guard by my sudden outburst. "No, of course not," she replied quickly, her voice tinged with concern.
But I wasn't convinced. I reached out, grasping her arm gently but firmly, preventing her from retreating any further. "Then what's going on?" I pressed, my voice softening as I looked into her eyes, searching for answers.
Shruthi sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I just... I don't want to rush into anything too soon," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
My heart clenched at her words, a pang of guilt washing over me as I realized the depth of her apprehension. I reached out, tipping her chin up gently so that our eyes met. "Hey, it's okay," I murmured, my thumb brushing against her cheek. "I just want to make sure you're okay."
