Unfulfilled desires!

She turned around yearning for his warm lips to meet hers.She gazed into his eyes, feeling a flutter in her stomach as desire and lust emanated from him. She Wanted him to take charge, she would surrender willingly to him, ready to fulfill his every need. She ran her hands sensually across his chest and he gripped her waist, pulling her intimately close. A soft moan escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure as their bodies entwined, leaving no space between them. His gaze lingered on her lips, teasing it with a gentle graze of his fingers. With closed eyes and heavy breaths, she eagerly awaited that first kiss, parting her lips to invite him in.

Frustration consumed her as she still didn't feel his lips. She furrowed her brows in confusion and opened her eyes to an empty space . Disappointment flooding over her. It was just another hallucination, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire. Slamming her hand onto the basin platform, she closed her eyes, attempting to regain composure. Anger surged within as she blamed herself for again thinking of him. Determined to break free from his hold, she glared at herself in the mirror. desperate to quell her insatiable desires she Fixed her hair and stormed out of the washroom, ready to have her first night with her husband. 

Entering the room, she caught her husband's eye as he lay on the bed, he smiled on seeing her "You... You look beautiful," he stammered, earning a warm smile from her. Her eyes spoke of desire as she seductively untied her robe, letting it fall gracefully to the floor. Moving with a captivating grace toward the bed, she seated herself in front of her husband, David, setting the mood for an intimate moment.

Her fingers traced across his face, prompting him to close his eyes in satisfaction. Slowly, she slid the sleeves off her shoulders, allowing the dress to gracefully descend to her waist. Her upper half stood exposed, a sensual vision for David. Her round full and tender breast was on full display in front of him .His eyes fueled with desire, longing to indulge in her, yet finding the simplest action, like lifting his hand from the bed, was seemingly impossible for him.

Closing his eyes in frustration, he stammered, "I... I couldn't... I couldn't fulfill your wishes." As the words hung in the air, Rose came to a sudden realization; it dawned on her that he was handicapped. The weight of the truth hit her – a person who couldn't even move his fingers, how could he possibly satisfy her needs? The sadness enveloped them both in that somber moment of understanding.

"I... I am sorry," he stammered, but Rose couldn't shake off her disappointment. Clutching her dress, she fixed it back with a heavy heart. Inhaling deeply, she resigned herself to this new reality, gazing at her husband, who wore a sadness for his inability to satisfy her.

 A forced smile played on her lips as she lay beside him, whispering, "That's okay... Your love means everything to me." He smiled in response, and soon he drifted into sleep. However, Rose remained wide awake, grappling with the weight of unfulfilled desires.

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In a small cozy room near the window, with carpeted floors, a young rose lay stretched on her stomach. Her legs dangled in the air, and a paintbrush was casually tucked into her bun. Intently focused, she held a pencil, sketching on a white sheet of paper. Her tongue was peeked out in concentration.

As she neared completion of her sketch, a contented sigh escaped her lips, accompanied by a loving smile. The finished portrayal of a guy, with deep eyes and a well-sculpted face, warmed her heart. With affection, she kissed the sketch, holding it close. Sitting up, she gazed at the creation, her eyes reflecting admiration. In a tender moment, she placed the sketch on the floor, taking her pencil to inscribe, "Love you, Darian" at the bottom. A joyful smile adorned her face as she admired her message. 

Suddenly, the room's gates opened, prompting her to swiftly hide the precious paper beneath the carpet.

On the door, a girl stood with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair—Daisy, her sister, four years her senior, they were biological sisters yet they looked far different. Rose had hazel eyes and brown hair. Annoyance etched on Daisy's face after seeing her busy with her paintings again, Entering the room, she crossed her arms, seething, . "You're sketching again... Do you even realize how much work is left? Tomorrow's your sixteenth birthday, and it's your party. Why am I stuck working alone?"

Uttering these words, she wearily collapsed onto the bed shutting her eyes, burdened by the day's labor. Rose, witnessing her elder sister's drama, shook her head disapprovingly. Organizing her painting tools back in their places she hid the sketch of him within her school bag. She didn't want anyone to know her affection for Darian, a 28-year-old man 12 years her senior—the town's most wanted bachelor. Every girl admired him. Rose, too, harbored feelings but dared not confess her forbidden love, what if he doesn't like her back? Or what if the age gap between them matters to him. She dreaded the day if people would discover her love for a man so much older than herself. It would be so shameful. She sighed and went downstairs to help her mother in her cafe.

The next day she was getting ready for her birthday party, she adorned a red frock, accompanied by a touch of light pink lipstick and a hint of blush. Applying Colossal to her eyes, she smiled at her reflection, well aware that Darian admired the color red. She combed her hair, securing it with a red headband. As she descended the stairs, her friends chatted while her mother served cold drinks and snacks. Daisy was engrossed in conversation with her boyfriend, Smith. Her father's absence didn't matter to her; he must be busy gambling with his friends somewhere in a club. What brought tears to her eyes was Darian's absence on a day meant for her.

As her friends embraced her, showering birthday wishes, she forced a smile, but her eyes perpetually scanned the gate for Darian. His absence hurted her; her mother had given the invitation to him as Rose's father, worked in Darian's uncle's company, and Darian being Smith's friend meant they shared the same circle.

"Rose, you look like a doll," her friend Walter commented, a friend since nursery and the one who proposed her months ago but she kindly declined it. She managed a smile but couldn't shake off the disappointment, constantly glancing at the door. The cake, placed on the table by her mother, awaited her, her friends urged her to cut it. Yet, Rose longed to share that moment with Darian, whose absence was making her lose her mind.

With a heavy heart, she cut the cake without him. Despite the laughter and enjoyment inside, the celebration felt empty without his presence. While friends chatted indoors, she sat on the stairs outside, eyes fixed on the road, waiting for him in silent sadness.

Burying her face in her legs, tears streaming, she wondered why he appeared distant and so hard she crafted a special birthday invitation card just for him, but everyone was here instead of him she was Lost in these thoughts when a sudden sound of a bike caught her attention. Swiftly lifting her head, her heart raced as she saw him parking his bike. Dressed in a sleek black t-shirt and a light brown leather jacket, his hair casually falling on his forehead, he looked charming and as handsome as ever, instantly capturing her heart.

Approaching her, his gaze locked onto hers, and she felt a flutter above the clouds, relieved that he had finally arrived; she wasn't sure he would. As he stood before her, she raised her head, feeling small under the gaze of the towering man.

"Happy Birthday... Rose," he uttered in a deep and firm tone, sending shivers down her spine. She was captivated by the presence of this god-like figure in front of her.

"Here's your gift," he whispered, and she snapped out of her trance she glanced at his hands holding a box wrapped in shiny purple paper. Smiling, she accepted it, stammering, "Th-thank you so much..." Her voice trailed off nervously as she added, "Wh-why are you late? The cake is already cut," looking up at him with an anxious expression.

Just as he was about to speak, an interruption startled them, "Hey Darian... Bro, where are you?" Rose turned around to see Smith approaching Darian, and Daisy stood at the gate with a sour expression.

Smith hugged Darian, saying, "I'm heading to the club... Join when you're done here." Darian furrowed his brows and asked , "Why leaving now? Stay a bit longer."

Smith glared at Daisy and retorted, "No... I've had enough." Hearing this Daisy rolled her eyes.

After a while Rose entered her room and plopped on her bed, looking upset. Her mom had made her go to bed early since it was 10 pm and she had school the next day, even though Darian was still downstairs.

She gazed at her hands, cradling the gift from Darian. Excitement lit up her face as she unwrapped it, revealing a smartwatch. Grinning, she delicately placed it on her wrist and showered it with a kiss. Changing into her night clothes, she snuggled into bed, the smartwatch still adorning her wrist like a cherished token of affection.

 she woke up to a strange sound disrupting her sleep. She looked at the clock pointed at 1 am, and her sister's absence in the bed beside her felt confusing. She came out of the room, her heart raced as moans echoed from the usually vacant guest room. Confusion wrapped around her like a fog—how could someone be in a room meant to be empty? Moving cautiously, she leaned closer to the closed door, only to hear that the moans belonged to her sister "ohh... Darian.... I love it..." 

Driven by anxiety, she hastily swung the door open, her heart leaping into her throat as she laid eyes on Darian hovering over her sister on the bed.

Darian's gaze met hers, and in a surge of rage, she slammed the door shut, racing back to her room with trembling hands to secure the lock. Collapsing onto the floor, anger welled up, escaping in tearful sobs. The disbelief gnawed at her as the reality sank in—the guy she loved was having sex with her sister.Her heart shattered, replaying the painful scene. Questions fueled her anger. Why would her sister betray her own relationship? And Darian, how could he? Is her sister more beautiful than her? Doesn't he find her interesting and beautiful? Why can't he do this with her? Why did her sister do this even when she has a boyfriend? Darian belongs to only her; she hates her sister! She hates her and she will never forgive her for this. Not only hate but she envies her now. She is jealous of her