Just a trailer

"Riya's point of view,"
After leaving Rachit's cabin and returning to my own, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I sat in my chair and drank the entire bottle of water in one sitting.
I couldn't believe it had all happened a while ago; was it real or a dream?
"What is Rachit attempting to do to me?"
I am not a puppet in his hands, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me; I must inform the P.O.S.H. committee.
(To prevent cases of sexual harassment, a workplace council was made up.)
Wait!!
What will I say in front of the P.O.S.H. committee?
"Rachit kissed me twice, despite my protests. "
"Did I truly want to?"
"Of course."
Rachit touches me, and my body reacts to his movement.
My body shivers with the force of his heated breath.
Okay, the last two times I had my choice, but today he forced me.
How can he try to compel me to do something I don't want to do?
My subconscious chided, "Come on, Riya, even when you closed your eyes, you still wanted him to kiss you."
Do you think he's so naïve?
That he may not be aware of your body's responses.
But my silence bothered him; he craves my presence, and lightning surges through my body every time I look into his eyes.
Rachit is handsome, has a successful career, and is pleasant to be around.
No woman will refuse him.
As a result, he'll find a female who is more attractive and fashionable than I am.
What do you think he finds appealing to me?
He is irritated because he couldn't communicate with me.
Why is he so enthralled by me?Although he was furious with me, I enjoyed romancing him.
I could see the urge to kiss me in his eyes today since he was staring so intently at my lips.
His chest was gleaming and wide.
Why can't I keep my feelings in check while he's around?
How much more do I have to say about what's wrong?
He keeps attempting to get closer to me, no matter how hard I try to stay away from him.
Please, God, save me from this difficult situation.
"God comes to mind."
What was I supposed to do, after all?
I try to keep my cool, but as soon as he is in front of me, I lose it.
I'm also itching to talk to him all the time, but Harsh isn't a fool; he adores me.
The phone's ringing bell jolted me out of my reverie."Hello," I said as I answered the phone.
Rachit retorted enraged, "Remove my phone number from the blacklist, or you've just seen the trailer for my anger."
I quickly removed his phone number from the blacklist.
"Sir, I have removed your number off the blacklist, but that does not imply I am frightened of you," I continued the conversation.
You'll see the consequences of what you did to me today soon.
In reaction to my comments, he exclaimed, "Oh, I'm so terrified."
I slammed the phone receiver down with a vengeance.
At 2:00 p.m., Ashish knocked on the cabin door.
Riya, it's lunchtime.
In hushed tones, I denied Ashish's request, adding, "I'm not feeling well, and I'm not in the mood. You should take a break for lunch.
"What went wrong? Is everything well with you? "Ashish expressed his concern.
I reassured Ashish, "Yes, it's only a headache; I took the medicine."
As he walked out of the cabin, Ashish added, "OK, let me know if there's any problem."
I shook my head and nodded.
Why didn't you eat anything for lunch today?
My phone displayed Rachit's message.
As I read the message, I grinned and ignored it; shortly after, I received another one.
You won't be able to take my rage out on food. It's incorrect. You'll become sick if you don't eat something else.
I read the message again and dismissed it.
Rachit's actions astounded me tremendously.
Rachit's behavior perplexes me; on the one hand, he is outraged, mistreats, forces, hurts, and yells at me; he is enraged, mistreats, forces, hurts, and yells at me.
He is concerned about me, pays attention to my actions, and does not want to be neglected.
Rachit can be difficult to understand since, on the one hand, he is concerned about his professional image, but he looks to be careless about anything based on his actions today.
My phone's ringtone jolted me out of my reverie.
Rachit's phone was declining, and the call came back.
I put the phone down.
I must have hung up the phone ten times.
A message box displays on the phone.
"Riya, what are your thoughts? How long are you going to keep the phone line disconnected? You and I are both tremendously stubborn, and I am even more so. I'll keep calling you; let's see who's the most stubborn and who comes out on top."
I was ecstatic to see him enraged and attracting so much attention.
I agreed to accept his challenge.
On the phone, calls were constantly coming in, and I was constantly disconnecting them.
I was having so much fun with this game that I grew unhappy when the calls stopped coming in.
I had won the challenge with him, but it dissatisfied me since he had stopped looking at me.
Okay, I've finally triumphed.
At the very least, he won't call me again. I'm sure he'll see that I'm not paying attention to him.
He will remain in control of his actions.
What does he think of himself?
What did he think I was such a stupid young lady who would fall into his trap?
Nowadays, I'm aware of people flirting in this manner.
I don't give a damn about him.
I slammed the phone down on the table next to me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" As he entered the cabin, Rachit inquired.
"You here?" I was taken aback.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm here." As he sat on an empty chair, he said this.
"Sir, what are you doing with me?" With a flat tone, I inquired.
Stop babbling and go to the cafeteria for a bite to eat.
He became enraged and yelled at me.
I fought back. "I don't have to go anywhere and I eat nothing."
"Why?" He asked, sharply.
It's entirely up to me.
"Who are you, and why should I answer you?" I said as he flaunted his choice.
"Only you have the power to decide who I am and what I can be for you. However, for the time being, I'd prefer you to consume something," he responded.
As he paused at the cabin door, the pantry boy informed Rachit that his lunch was going cold on the cafeteria table.
"Thank you," Rachit said as he shifted his attention to the pantry boy.
Have you eaten anything? I interrogated him, expressing my concern.
"Does it matter to you if I eat or not?" With a faint smile on his face, he inquired.
Let's go have lunch, "I murmured as I got from my chair after he stared me in the eyes.
"Is it important to you if I don't eat my food?"
"Yes, exactly like you. I care about my colleagues. Let's get going," I stated, with a neutral expression on my face.
"Wait!! What did you say that made you agree to join me for lunch? I'm just a coworker for you,"he inquired, his face solemn.
"Please come on, I am extremely hungry. Because of your dissatisfaction, I didn't eat. Otherwise, I will not stand hunger," I immediately informed him."
"What?" he exclaimed, taken aback.
"Oh my God!" I realized I'd said something I shouldn't have.
As we approached the cafeteria, he smiled.