Call me by my name.

"Rachit's point of view,"
I was tired of looking for her all over the hotel and went to the cafeteria, where Riya's voice greeted me as soon as I walked in.
So Madam is sitting here, and she is sitting here without informing me. She has no right to do this to me. But she wasn't sitting alone; a male accompanied her.
I could not see his face because he had his back to me. How difficult it is for me to save Riya from Ankur's flirtation, and now who is this person standing between me and Riya?
Oh, God, why can't you save this lady from all the men in the world and keep her for me?
I hurried over to the table, eager to see the man sitting next to Riya. Then there's him. He's one more thorn in my side, but I don't consider him all that bad because he's helped me and Riya become closer and more than once. But I don't enjoy her being so friendly with Ashish.
When Ashish saw me standing in front of him, he remarked, "Good morning, sir, come join us."
"Good morning."
"Are you sure?" I inquired, glaring fiercely at Riya.
He pointed to the chair by his side and remarked, "Exactly, sir."
"I will not bother you, are you?" I enquired, clenching my teeth.
This time, Riya said while sprinkling oil on the flames of my rage, "It's OK sir, you may have breakfast by sitting with us."
She addressed me as 'sir' once more. Does she truly regard me as her senior, and does she have any reservations about addressing me by my given name? Hearing my name come out of her mouth is one of my favorite feelings in the world.
"Because I am not in the office, you may refer to me as Rachit." I said this as I sat in the chair in front of her.
"As a courtesy to my coworkers, please understand that we are on official vacation and I cannot call you by your first name." She retaliated against me.
Perhaps she forgot how she had been chanting my name that night. I'll have to remind her once again.
"Really?"
She replied, "Of course."
"So you will not call me by my name?" I asked, challenging her.
Her eyes accepted my challenge.
"No sir, how can I do this?"
"Are you sure?" I gave her another chance to correct her mistake.
"Yes, 100 percent, sir," she said, emphasizing the word, sir.
"Let's see who wins, and I'll be listening for my name to come out of your mouth."
"Let's see what happens." She murmured, her face lit up with a sly grin.
Damn, she's a badass. What a lot of fun this girl is having to play with my nerves.
Ashish, who was sitting in front of us, was surprised and looked at both of us.
I looked at him and asked, "Do you mind if you call me by my name?"
"No... no... sir," he tentatively replied. Riya burst out laughing when she heard him, and I realized I'd made a mistake by doing the Riya Challenge in front of Ashish.
But what should I do? I don't want to keep Riya and my relationship secret from the public. I want to proclaim from the rooftops that Riya is mine alone.
Ashish invited Riya to hang out after they finished their breakfast. Riya hesitated to leave the hotel because of the bitter cold. I wanted to spend time alone with Riya, and that's exactly what I got.
"Will you join us on our outing, sir?" Ashish asked, looking at me.
"Yes, why not," I said, my gaze falling on Riya. Her face got completely unhappy when she heard my response. I'm always looking for reasons to see her. But this time, I'd like her to pull over and invite me to spend some time with her. But she said nothing and silently rose from her seat in the cafeteria and proceeded to her room.
When she wants to spend time with me, she can stop me from leaving, but her ego prevents her from doing so. I don't like her attitude at all.
When Riya left, I pretended to be distracted by an urgent phone call from Ashish and returned to my room. I was furious with Riya, but I couldn't stop myself from approaching her.
To get to her room, Riya took slow steps. I snatched her by the shoulders and brought her into my room and shut the door to my room from the inside. Without wasting time I lock her lips with mine until she could react.
I don't know why, but as soon as I come close to her, a wildness overtakes me, and all I want to do is press my lips against her smooth skin.
I had a lot of complaints with her since she ate breakfast with Ashish rather than with me in the morning. She refused to address me by my given name, and she still did not accept my marriage proposal.
Until she turned around and kissed me back, I clenched her lips to my lips. My one hand got entangled in her waist and the other in her hair.
I kissed her neck and shoulder joints, wasting no time after I removed my lips from her mouth.
I wanted to leave my mark on her so that the rest of the world would know she was mine alone.
"Please tell me what you're doing." She murmured this as she tried to break free from my clutches.
When she tries to escape my grasp, I relish the opportunity to catch her. I kissed her at the neck till I could make the mark, holding her tighter than before. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bed, where I placed her down.
"Please let me go. What are you doing?" In hushed tones, she asked.
She wanted to get away from me, but just her mouth was speaking in this manner; her body was inviting me to approach her.
"Isn't it true that I told you this morning that I'd eat you after breakfast"? Rolling my tongue over her ear, I said.
She begged, "Please don't do it this way," as she fisted the bedsheet in her hand.
While lying on top of her, I asked, "Really?"
She was attempting to lift me off my feet. I firmly grasped both of her toes with the toes of my own feet, and she dragged me down by pushing my shoulders with her hands.
Coercing Riya is one of my favorite things to do. With both of my palms, I gripped both of her palms.
"Now tell me, madam, where you're going after you've escaped from me." I asked.
"Let me go," as I kissed her jawline, but she was still pleading with me to leave her.
Her moans made me want to hold her even tighter.
"I'm pricking you from your body part, so please get off of me."
With a sly grin, I inquired ,"which body part was pierced."
She said nervously, "That's your main part."
After hearing her, I couldn't stop giggling. She was referring to my junior's tightness.
My smile was devilish as I questioned her, "How will you handle it if I start? I had done nothing yet."