Celibacy

“I’m sorry” he pleaded, sitting on his knees in front of her.

She turned her body around and continued typing nothing on her screen.

“Sorry” he said again, following her eyes with his knees.

“No” she said and turned her body around again.

"I am sorry" he repeated.

"I don't care and let me do your fucking work even if you obviously don't care and only hired me to add a pretty little thing you could stare at in your office"

“Please, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to objectify you and I hired you because I loved how patient you are and how we just click” he pleaded, sending stars from his huge puppy dog eyes.

“Sure you weren’t, and according to you because in your chauvinistic eye a female’s task is to simply ‘stand and look pretty’ ain’t it? And I’m achieving flying marks in that. Who cares that she has a functioning brain too, though sometimes slow. Who cares she has feelings too, though sometimes overthought. Who cares that she has a sense of humour too.

She looks pretty. That’s it” she snapped at him

“I didn’t mean that, I was simply trying to compliment”

“Right” she scoffed.

“Just say thank you and accept the compliment. Rahul was there too and when we said you were distracting to the eyes, we were just admiring your beauty”

“Of course, I should be thanking you, right? You say you love me and the only thing you can ever compliment me on is my face or my fucking naked body. And whatever Rahul said is secondary, he doesn’t really know anything except how I look now, does he? But you do and you still only find my looks admire-worthy” she shrugged.

“Do not draw wrong conclusions, Shreya and, do not fucking question my love.” He warned.

“Right, now I can’t even question that because really, my job here is just to bend over and let you do whatever”

He pulled her towards him and held on her arms sharply, and raising his voice asked, “Why the fuck do you have to be so hard? I said sorry just let it go”

“Oh my, now daddy is angry. Will you like another spank session, sir? This girl is obviously just body and ready to serve as you please”

“Oh fuck you, Shreya. I didn’t even say anything that offending so you are simply over-reacting and besides, you liked me spanking you as much as I did” he said, his voice strong and firm.

This sent a stab of pain to her heart and her eyes watered, but she ignored him saying the word ‘over-reacting’ because that would mean straight out bawling her eyes out and decided to stick to the first two words.

“Fuck me, that’s all you want, isn’t it?” she asked, looking upstairs and sideways to hide the pain that one could see from her eyes.

“Like you don’t want to fuck me. Don’t forget you begged me to fuck you and let you finish” he scoffed and pointed out.

“But I didn’t think of you as a piece of meat now did I?” she shouted defining every syllable.

“I don’t fucking think of you as a piece of meat” he screamed back at her.

“Sure you don’t” she chuckled darkly, and taking her laptop with her, she walked out of the office.

“Shreya, don’t run away” he shouted at the back of her moving figure.

It was lunch hour and she sat on a table in the canteen. She was alone, though the room was filled with people. A plate of food was in front of her and she ate her bites mindlessly.

She felt lonely, but it was a feeling she was used to.

Before Vansh came along, she didn’t talk to anyone and didn’t have anyone. She didn’t even attend her college regularly and has almost zero social contact except her collaborations.

As she chewed on a bite of her food, she thought, ‘Oh fuck you Shreya, screw you! You finally have
someone in your life, someone as amazing as Vansh and you are fighting with him.

What did he even say wrong? He was trying to compliment you. If you are too-touchy on the feminist and objectification topic, what could he do? That’s your fucking problem.

He admires you, simply say thank you. And there isn’t something other than how you look that he could compliment you. You don’t have a sharp brain, witty sense of humour or a great social life.

You don’t even have a life, really.

Also you are a fucking influencer, you click pictures of how you look and let the world admire you so what if he did it too?

And who fucking fights and over-reacts on this, that too just after 7 days of meeting him? Me, of course, because that’s just how much of a fool I am.

Who cares if you are hurt or whatever? Like just enjoy when the times are good and shut up when they aren’t.

Don’t you remember the last time you fought with someone who wanted to hang out with you?

You lost that person. They didn’t speak to you ever again.

What if the same happens with Vansh?

But he said he loves me so, maybe he’ll handle little bits of my arguments but then again, there’s no way he can actually love me so maybe he won’t. At least a girl can hope.

Oh shit! I should apologize

He is already bearing me; I don’t want to tire him so early so yes, I should apologize.

I’ll do that the moment I see...’

Her train of thought ended when a massive body occupied the seat in front of her.

“I’m sorry” she said as soon as she realized it was Vansh sitting in front of her, and he did the same too.

They chuckled half-heartedly and apologized again when Vansh raised his finger up to silence her.

“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry I objectified you, I didn’t mean to but I did so I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were sensitive towards this but now that I do, I won’t repeat it” he said and she smiled at him.

“I over-reacted” she replied.

“No, you just said what you felt for which I’m glad. It was my fault that I made you feel that I was using you just for sex. And seeing at the start of our relationship, I can’t say I blame you, so from today, right this moment, I promise to that I will stay celibate and not sleep with you until we cross at least the 2-month anniversary mark” he said and presented her a huge grin.

“No. What the fuck?” she shouted and immediately covered her mouth when heads from all other tables turned towards her.

She bent low and whisper-shouted, “No, you can’t do that. I want sex, I want you”

“I have thought a lot about it and I think this is the best decision because from the day we have met, we have spent most of our time on our bodies. But now, we can know each on other more than just the surface level” he explained.

“No” she whisper-shouted.

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes” he said

“Yes to sex” she winked

“Yes to celibacy”

“No”

“Yes” he grinned.

“Vansh! You are my darling no? Say ‘no’. No to celibacy.” She pleaded.

“NO, no, no, no, no sex means no sex. You can’t change my mind”

“I want sex. You are satisfied but I’m still fucking wet, okay?” she whisper-shouted.

“I’m sure you are not in the mood anymore and either way you have fingers, beautiful and potent fingers” he winked and opened the lunch box he had bought with him that she just noticed.

“You will regret that” she warned and ate her food snappily.

“I won’t” he said, smiling and chomping on his piece of paratha.