Kabir knew her like no one else. He knew her body, he knew her. For people, she was his employee's wife, and it would have been restricted to that, but it turned into a full-fledged affair. Their first interaction was casual flirting at Kabir's farmhouse, where he had invited his employees and their spouses to celebrate his birthday.

Ritesh would have never thought in his wildest dreams that his wife would cheat him. Kabir was a playboy, no doubt, but thinking that his wife and employer would deceive him wasn't something Ritesh had ever imagined.

Kabir had had his share of girls in his life, but no one was like Nisha. She was like a drug, expensive, addictive and hard to get. Girls usually threw themselves at him, but Nisha had made him weak in his knees the minute he saw her.

For Ritesh, Nisha was just a trophy wife, who had walked in his life bringing in a lot of cash and "gifts" with her after their marriage from her family. For Kabir, she was a seductress who was no less than a mystery.

It had been seventeen hours since Nisha was cremated, but it seemed like seventeen years for Kabir that he was living without her. He feared his emotions, he should have felt remorse, no doubt, even guilt and pain for cheating on someone and losing someone with whom he had spent two years, but he felt worse. He felt the urge to kill himself as if life was sucked out of him.

"I want your company," It was a fine Sunday afternoon, three days after the party. Kabir looked through the glass, half filled with wine, at the woman who sat in front of him. Dressed in a black halter neck dress and eyes covered with glares, she looked as if she had dressed to kill. Her lips were cherry red and seemed like the elixir.

"In return, you can ask anything," She looked at him, in his eyes. Her expressions were totally unexplainable. Kabir faked confusion, trying to keep it subtle.

"I know Mr. Singh Rathore, your eyes are filled with lust, don't deny it"
"Why did you choose me to cheat on your husband with?" Kabir asked, looking away from her.
"I don't know," Her expressions seemed as if she was confused herself.

"We won't be emotionally attached to this relation, or to each other, because even if attachment seems beautiful, not every beautiful thing is necessary for life," She said and took a sip of wine from her own glass.

The first few dates were nothing but wild crazy sex. Then, they started to share about their lives, feelings to each other. A month ago, Kabir had asked her,
"What if I break up with you?" She shrugged but looked away. He tried to study her expressions, but failed, as always.
"What if we fall in love with each other?"
"I don't want this complicated, but I would never mind falling in love with you. You treasure me, more than my husband. Even if it is for the sake of lust,"
"You desire attention, not love."
"You have no idea what I want, and I really need,"

She had walked away and had avoided him till the news that she had met with an accident had reached him.

He regretted not knowing her more, not knowing what was that one thing she desired the most. He knew it was to do with him. Attention? Concern? Love?

He knew he wasn't someone who would fall in love, so easily. But Nisha was different. The two years with her were different. The way she reminded him of the person he was before he entered the world of business and used girls, was different. The way she looked at him, was different. He needed that, desperately. He needed her as if she was the last thing that would help him survive.

Drinking alcohol didn't help him clear his head. The vodka wasn't hitting him, and he wasn't passing out. All he could think, with every shot, was about Nisha. Everything reminded him of her.

What was it? Desires, obsession or love?
-The end-