His message

"Rachit's point of view,"
The snow-covered mountains have always brought me joy every time I visit Shimla, but this is the first time that it is bringing me sadness instead.
I had entirely forgotten that Riya was sleeping on my shoulder on the bus and that our intimacy was merely for my fantasy.
Riya belongs to someone else. As soon as I woke up in the morning, she cleared up my confusion.
She didn't resist even while I was holding her hand in the morning. She didn't protest our proximity, even after I stopped her from falling off the bus.
Everything was going well until Riya's phone rang with Harsh's call. I'm not sure why I was upset when Riya told him she loved him in front of me. There is no harm in their expressing their love for one another, as I know they are both couples. However, despite my knowledge and awareness of the situation, I was not pleased with Riya's affectionate conversation with Harsh.
Why doesn't she speak to me with such affection?
She stated her love for Harsh.
Isn't there any love in her heart?
Maybe it won't, which is why she hasn't told me about her feelings yet.
I'm not sure why I've been upset with Riya since I heard her happily talking to Harsh.
I didn't want to talk to her, so I got up from my bus seat and sat near the driver's seat in the morning.
Because I was ignoring Riya, I didn't even eat breakfast.
I had to go for a walk with my coworkers on the hillside.
I'd like to ignore Riya entirely, but I had to come here because Mr. Shinde insisted.
While Ashish was on the phone, he approached me and said, "Sir, kindly help me."
I stood alone in a corner, staring at the plaintiffs and lost in my thoughts.
Ashish's remark caught me off guard.
"Sir, this is Riya's phone. Please snap at least two or three photographs of her. I'm on the phone, and if Riya's picture isn't taken, she'll kill me in a rage." Ashish gasped for air as he pleaded, "Save me." He hurried down the mountain, explaining his predicament to me and handing up his phone.
I'm trying to avoid Riya, but Ashish keeps pushing me back to her with one excuse after another. So that I wouldn't have to go near her, I wanted to give her phone to someone else.
Riya, with her anger, stood in front of me before I could think of a way to avoid facing her.
She demanded aggressively, "How did my phone get into your hands?"
I forgot I was upset with her when I saw her face and tried to ignore her.
I informed her that Ashish had handed me her phone and requested that I take her picture because he had some important work to do.
I couldn't take my gaze away from her. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from complimenting her.
How does someone look so wonderful in such a simple outfit?
I wanted to kiss her in front of everyone right away. I
kept my emotions under control with great difficulty, but despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep my hand from brushing against her cheeks.
When I saw her, it reminded me of a red rose.
Her face flushed as she heard my compliment.
I took her hand in mine and led her to the best spot on the hill to take her photos.
I took several photos and, without telling her, I also shot a couple of photos of her with my phone.
When Harsh's message appeared on her phone, I clicked the photo on her phone.
I know it's immoral to read someone's private message, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it out of curiosity.
Fortunately, Riya's phone had no password or lock, so I could read Harsh's message without difficulty.
Once again, I was infuriated by Harsh's message: "I miss you, sweetheart."
Whenever I believe that everything between us is fine, why does Harsh constantly find his way into our midst?She will never belong to me. Someone else is right about her.
Why am I constantly forgetting this?
I returned her phone and informed her I had some urgent matters to attend to.
She gave me a surprised expression.
I didn't want to be furious with her, but I couldn't help myself.
I ignored her and began descending the hill.
She was chasing me down to stop me. She was pleading with me to stop, but I was entirely ignoring her at the time because of my rage, or even jealousy.
Then, suddenly, I heard her scream. When I returned my gaze, I noticed she was seated with her legs folded.
I leaped to my feet and dashed towards her.
She informed me she was suffering from a sprain in her leg.
I attempted to assist her. But she was in pain, as seen by the tears in her eyes. She glanced at me and said she couldn't stand up on her own.
I'm not sure why seeing tears in her eyes makes me forget everything. And all I can think about is her suffering. Without hesitation, I carried her down the hill in the bridal style.
My sudden movement had taken her by surprise.
She was looking around at the people, and I was gently descending the hill with her in my lap, unconcerned about anything.
She kept asking me why I was annoyed with her. But I didn't tell her about the mental battle I was having. Maybe she was irritated by my silence and was trying to get on my nerves again.
She stated I cannot handle her weight and that I am fatigued, so I cannot respond to her remarks due to fatigue.
I wanted to chuckle as I listened to her comments, but I kept my mouth shut to keep my wrath in check.
However, she continued to irritate my nerves by referring to me as an angry old man.
Finally, she achieved her goal, and I couldn't help but warn her after hearing her comment.
I told her to stop talking or else she'd be liable for what happened next.
But she laughed at my warning and mocked me with barking dogs. Seldom bite.
As soon as she uttered these words, I was completely taken aback.
Wasting no time, I grasped her lips with my own.
Why was I so desperate to kiss her?
Without glancing around, I continued to kiss her.
But it still focused her on the surrounding people rather than on me.
I locked my gaze on her beautiful face. In hushed tones, she inquired, "What am I doing?"
I brushed her aside and resumed kissing her.
When I kissed her again, she couldn't turn away since it was so passionate.
Seeing us so engrossed in each other, a newlywed couple commented on what a pleasant couple we were.
Riya wanted to put an end to their miscommunication.
But they'd given us the title "Made for each other."
The newlywed couple inquired if we were on our honeymoon, and I shook my head "yes", not explain.
Riya is, without a doubt, my perfect match. In every aspect of my life, she provides me with the equal competition.
I gently thanked that couple and began walking down the hill.
Riya's pink lips had darkened in color because of my kiss, and the blush on her face was obvious.
I'm sure she's only thinking of the wedding couple's completion.
Because I was so close to her, I couldn't keep my lustful thoughts at bay for long.
I couldn't help but respond to her taunting when I made her lie on her bed in the hotel.
I am not an angry old man; in fact, I have enough stamina to hold you in my arms and bring you back. You can test my stamina if you don't believe me.
I said in a seductive tone that reached her ears.
Her mouth hung open in surprise as she heard me.
After seeing her startled expression, I couldn't stop giggling.
She cut off our talk and asked me to contact a doctor.
I exited her room and proceeded to the reception area.
My urge to have her grew stronger.
I'm not sure why, but whenever she touches my chest, it feels like electricity is flowing through my veins. When she speaks to me while staring directly into my eyes, I'm not sure why my lusty thoughts take over my senses.
She tries to avoid me as much as she can.
I relish the opportunity to bring her as close to me as possible. She isn't submissive, and I want to change that.
I want her to fall in love with me and forget everything.