A large home with three levels stood in the Hauz Khas neighbourhood of Delhi. On the nameplate, it said: "Mathurs" Mr. Alok Mathur, a successful businessman, lived there with his family: his wife Ragini, their daughter Aarya, and their son Akash. Aarya was a software engineer and had been employed in Pune at one point. However, she handed in her resignation and moved back to Delhi about a month ago. She had beautiful eyes, a sweet and pure face. Most people would consider her charming. At this very moment, she was sipping her tea at the dining table. Ragini was rushing about the table, serving breakfast, and asking Aakash, a high school student of 16 years, to put away his mobile game. "Akash, step it up. If you don't put that object away, you'll end up being late to school." She said it in a severe tone. "Yes, mum just a minute." He responded while he was gazing down. "It is beyond my comprehension how to deal with this young lad. Aarya, could you kindly advise him to put all of h

Because that intriguing stranger had vanished into the crowd, I concentrated on finding my buddies. I was cautiously walking, attempting to avoid the crowd of undulating bodies. One of the exuberantly dancing fellows suddenly knocked me off my feet. I fell backwards and closed my eyes, expecting to hit the hard floor, but was instead cradled by two strong arms. I opened my eyes, out of breath, and saw those deep blue goggles again. For a brief moment, my breath came to a halt. Not because of the impact, but because of THE IMPACT. I could have kissed him because his face was that close to mine. He had a half-smile on his face that was humorous. I was shivering for no apparent reason. After assisting me in standing up straight, he said, "Careful! I won't always be available to help you." "I thought you were gone," I said, a flush crawling up my neck. He responded "I'm not following you, so don't worry. I was heading the same way you were “. "No, I wasn't implying that... I mean, I h

Wind and raindrops whipped off my face. Ishaan was driving at a breakneck speed. I felt as if I was living a dream, last few hours were bliss. It wasn't like I never got male attention. I got enough of it! but very few of them caught my interest. I was just 22 all I wanted to do was have some fun. I looked around but couldn't spot any other member of the gang. It was like we were driving alone on the highway. It was dark and we were whizzing past the thick vegetation. I whispered into the vicinity of his ear, "Aren’t we moving too quickly?" "You want me to slow down?" he asked in response. I answered "I don't mean the rate of travel. There does not appear to be anyone else from our group here." He chuckled "Don’t worry I am not kidnapping you. I am well aware of our destination.” I suddenly visualized us lost in the woods indulging in all sorts of wild things that had never crossed my mind before. I drew in a slow breath because I hardly knew this person. And yet, I made the deci

I smiled to myself as I walked back to the flat for no obvious reason. Swati gave me a curious look but said nothing. I sat down next to Swati after freshening up. She removed her headphones and stated. "I know you've been itching to say something, so go ahead and say anything." "Well, the movie was good, and dinner was very good," I chuckled. “Ishaan is an absolute dreamboat! He is a graduate of MIT. He is the owner of his own firm and a BMW!!" "What?!?" shouted Swati. "I knew he was a millionaire, but what firm is he with?" "I neglected to enquire since I was so enthralled by the BMW." Swati sighed and rolled her eyes. "Did he say anything to you about his family?" No, I said as I shook my head. "Anyways, did he you know to attempt anything?" Swati asked, frustrated. I began to blush. "What makes you think he'd do that?" "Otherwise, why would he take you to a dark theatre?" I recalled Ishaan moving my hair away from my face, but it was merely a friendly gesture. "Nothing!

I managed to mix my demanding profession and fun, happy moments with Ishaan during the ensuing weeks. We got together practically every weekend and, if we could find the time in our busy schedules, perhaps even on weekdays. We visited malls, went to the movies, and occasionally travelled together as a pair as well as with the group to see Pune and its surroundings. Everyone in the group assumed we were a couple by this point. Which was somewhat true, but we hadn't advanced to more intimate level. We didn't do anything else but exchange a couple hugs and a cheek kiss. He was addictive and I was hooked to my new addiction. On a typical Saturday, we headed to the disco with the group. Ishaan's jaw dropped when he saw me in my little black dress, and I felt smug satisfaction. He merely said, "Looking good." Typically, the disco was crowded and boisterous. I was having a cocktail while sitting next to others. Although I don't like to party much, I do enjoy it occasionally. Ishaan wasn't