"Riya's point of view"
My head was bursting with pain. Whatever happened last night between me and Rachit still feels like a dream to me. My foot sprain has improved since yesterday.
After a while, our vacation will be over, and we will all go to Gurgaon.
I looked at my wristwatch and noticed that it was about 8:30 a.m.
Everyone in the office would eat breakfast in the restaurant, but I wasn't hungry.
I was sitting on my bed, wrapped in a blanket.
I had a fully relaxed expression on my face. Despite the headache, I felt a new energy in my body.
I couldn't believe that one when I told him I liked him. Not only that, but I did everything with him last night that I used to think about every time I saw him.
He saw a side of me I could never think about publicly, even in front of myself. He awoke desires in me I had probably never acknowledged to myself.
I wish I could feel his touch again.
I recall his hands and tongue sliding from side to side across my body. Rachit kissed my womanhood, and I was absolutely out of control.
For the first time, I want him to kiss me again. I enter an entirely new world as soon as I walk within the circle of his arms. I'd like to get closer to Rachit. It's becoming increasingly tough for me to keep away from him.
That's when Harsh's phone call drew my attention.
"Hello," I answered, terrified as if Harsh had also known everything about the previous night and had called to make me feel guilty.
"How are your feet feeling now, Riya?" Harsh inquired, his voice apprehensive.
"Better than before," I replied, gradually.
"Are you returning today?" Harsh inquired excitedly.
How pleased is he with my homecoming and me?
"Yes," I said.
Oh, Riya. I missed you terribly, and after being separated from you, I realized I couldn't live without you at all.
I love you. Harsh practically shouted with delight.
"I love you, too," I murmured before hanging up the phone.
Do I love him?
How could I have allowed someone else to get so close to me when only Harsh had authority over me?
What if he discovers my deception? Will he forgive me, or will he cut off all contact with me forever?
My body shivered at the prospect of Harsh being gone forever.
Thinking about my actions from the previous night made me feel disgusted with myself.
After running into the bathroom, I turned on the hot water faucet and began scrubbing my body with water and soap. I couldn't keep my tears from falling.
I was rubbing my body so vigorously that every second Rachit spent my rubbing erased with me.
I exited the bathroom wearing a basic sky blue hoodie and light grey jeans. I folded the things I wore the night before and placed them back in the trolley bag.
Rachit's Deo was faintly scented with those clothes. I was getting the impression that this fragrance was going to make me sick.
The smell that had me intoxicated till yesterday appeared to me today as if it were an illness.
This was the distinction between drunk and sober. In drunkenness, right and wrong do not matter, and only the enjoyment of one's heart matters. However, in the right sense, it is also necessary to consider what is right and wrong, as well as the feelings of others.
I can't reverse what has happened.I'll go back and tell Harsh the whole truth as soon as I have a chance. Now, if he wishes to leave me and go on, I will respect his decision.
Rachit and I had a one-night stand last night, which can only be described as a nightmare. With this in mind, I gathered my items from my room and walked to the hotel reception, where the rest of the office staff were already present.
The rest of the office staff had already arrived, carrying their belongings to the hotel reception area.
With my trolley bag, I walked over to Ashish and stood by him.
Rachit's gaze remained fixated on me the entire time, but I ignored him.
They shut all routes to and from the road because of last night's severe snowfall, so we'll have to wait here till the roads reopen.
The bus driver notified us when he arrived at the reception desk.
What?
What does it mean that this is possible? Wao, another vacation day.
No, I have to return home since everyone is expecting me.
When we received the unexpected news, everyone in the office had a different reaction.
It overjoyed some people at the prospect of longer vacations, while others were eager to get back home.
My face was expressionless. It was difficult to tell whether the news thrilled or disappointed me just by looking at me.
Mr. Shinde announced, "You all go back to your rooms, and we're all going to stay here until all the passageways are cleared."
From the reception area, everyone collected their belongings and returned to their various rooms.
Last night's events were incorrect.
I must contact Harsh as soon as possible and inform him of the truth.
Rachit has become too much for me to bear.
But it's impossible to separate me from Rachit. After so many close interactions, especially since Rachit knows well that I like him in the same way he likes me.
I can't blame him for what happened last night, although I know well that I'm responsible.
What was I thinking when I drank alcohol?
What made me want to lose my senses in the first place?
"How's your foot doing now?" Rachit's remark jolted me out of the fog of my thoughts.
I whispered, not looking at him, "Better than before."
"How's it going with your headache?" Rachit shifted his gaze and asked once more.
"All right," I murmured once more, but this time without looking at him.
"How come you didn't come for breakfast?" Rachit asked about me again.
I answered fiercely, "I wasn't hungry."
"Are you angry?" Rachit enquired after noticing my movement.
We'd both made it to our respective rooms.
Without answering Rachit's last question, I opened my room's lock and entered and closed the door from the inside.
Rachit is something that must be avoided at all costs. I'm never going to talk to him in private again, "I groaned and tightly shut my eyes.
I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Harsh's number.
Hello Harsh, In one breath, I remarked, "All roads leading to it are closed because of heavy snowfall; we will have to stop here until all roads are cleared."
When Harsh heard my statements from the other side, he said, "Oh no."It's entirely my fault.
Harsh, I am sorry.
"I shouldn't have left you and come here," I admitted, recalling my previous error.
Why are you making excuses? It's not your fault, Riya. "Harsh reacted angrily to my conversation.
So, what precisely am I trying to say?
I won't be able to tell Harsh over the phone; I'll have to wait until I get home. My subconscious brought my memories up.
"You're correct," I told him, "but I'd like to get back to you as soon as possible."
Have you recovered from your leg sprain? He inquired further.
"It's a lot better than before," I reassured myself.
Harsh replied, "All well, take care, and I'll call you later."
As I hung up the phone, I said, "OK, bye."