Tit for tat

"Riya's point of view,"
After intense kissing, he removed the wet T-shirt from my body and separated his shirt from his body. Rachit looked much more appealing with the dripping water on his flawless abs.
He clutched my hair, lifted my face, and began leaving markings on my neck with his lips and teeth. He slid his straining dick within me and lifted me back into his arms before putting me to bed after kissing every part of my body.
Oh, my gosh, his stamina. In exhausting me, he never fails.
"It exhausted you in no time." When he saw how tired I was, it filled him with pride.
"Rachit, I need to drink some water;" I said through a dry throat with difficulty.
"Wait," he wouldn't let me leave my position, and grabbed a mug of water from the side table. Instead of handing me water, he sipped it from the mug himself.
I was expecting him to raise the mug of water towards me as I stared at him. But the most surprising thing is that he returned the mug to the table after sipping the water himself.
How could he do such a thing to me? That is especially true in this situation.
His mouthful of water watered my lips before I spoke to him. I never dreamed that someone could provide water like he did today to satisfy my thirst. Has he taken any romance courses? If so, I believe he must have excelled in them.
"Riya With you, I'd like to go wild." He whispered in my ear.
"How much more energy do you have in you that hasn't yet run out?" I inquired, my face flushed with surprise.
"Join me instead of complaining to me. After all, I haven't seen that wild Riya in a long time, so take her out of where you've hidden her." His voice was making me forget any reluctance I had about letting my lust run wild. He sat me on his lap, his dick trapped inside me, and his lips pressed against mine.
Rachit's shoulders were forced back, and I placed him on the bed, and the wild Riya within me emerged and worked. When I was done kissing his abs, I stamped on his chest, which is my favorite part of his body.
"Now just stop it. I am tired." Hearing his statements, I inquired if he, too, was thirsty.
He said, "Yes." I had the idea of pulling a fast one on him. I took a mug of water from the side table and sipped it into my mouth. He was expecting me to offer him water from my lips, but I put a mug of water in front of him. Because of my activity, the expressions on his face became worth watching.
"This is incorrect, Riya."
"Mr. Everything is fair in love and war." With a sly grin on my face, I replied.
"Then there's love and war... What exactly is going on between us right now?" He inquired, his brows furrowed.
"I'm not sure about you, but it's all about love for me." After a long time, I finally expressed my desire to marry Rachit: Let's Get Married, Rachit.
I was still confused about how I felt about Harsh and Rachit. I agreed to marry Rachit. Rachit was the only one who could have fulfilled my unfulfilled desires.
"Riya, marriage? I'm not looking forward to getting married so soon."He reacted by placing my head on his chest.
"But wasn't it you who proposed to me to get married in Shimla?" I was watching him break his promise right in front of my eyes.
"Riya, I'm not saying we shouldn't get married; I simply don't think we should get married so soon."
"And what about love? Do you have feelings for me?" I inquired, my gaze fixed on his.
He responded to my words with an irritated tone, "Of course I like you."
"You know, there's a big difference between liking and loving someone. We like everyone, but not everyone loves us. Rachit."
Harsh said the same thing to me earlier, and I'm very sure I didn't get it. I don't know how I'm going to give him a speech about the difference between love and hate if I'm confused myself. Harsh was right; I needed to sort out my confusion. Despite being so close to Rachit, why am I suddenly recalling Harsh's words?
Flashing message on my phone's screen attracted my eye, but I couldn't get to my phone in time to open the message. Rachit took the phone and read the message before me.
"Despite my objection, you continue to speak with Ankur." His enraged tone terrified me to death.
"No, I called him today, and he didn't pick up the phone, so he must have left a message." In hushed tones, I answered.
"What is the point of calling him?" Grabbing my shoulders, he inquired.
"I was lonely and in need of a friend. That's why I dialed his number." Rachit's actions frightened me, but his actions hurt me.
"Riya, I've warned you before, but not anymore," he said, picking up my phone and throwing it on the ground. I was so taken aback by his quick action that I did not know when I became enraged and grabbed his phone and tossed it to the ground.
"What have you done, Riya?" He screamed angrily as he saw the pieces of his phone spread throughout the room.
"What do you suppose I'll say in front of you?" I enquired, glaring aggressively at him.
"How dare you?" He gave me a firm slap on the face. His slap didn't hurt me nearly as much as his actions did. To make amends for his smack, I slapped him hard on the cheek right away.
"My emotions can never overcome my self-respect. Get out of my house, Mr." By lifting his hand on me today, he has gone beyond all of his limits. If there is anyone I have hated the most in my life, it is men who show their authority by abusing women.
"Do you even know what you've done to me in the last few minutes?"
"Yes,I know very well." Rather than recognizing his mistake, he became enraged because he felt his ego had been harmed. And seeing him in this new way still left me speechless.