My body is worn out from working on my thesis with Kru all day while sitting in one chair without a break for lunch. I usually wait longer to have lunch, and by the time supper comes around, I am so greedy that I will eat anything.

When I arrived home, it was already time for dinner. I entered the gate to get home. Before I ring the doorbell of my house, I hear people laughing, and when I turn around, I see Vikram kissing a woman on the neck while she laughs. I should knock on the door and go inside, but for some reason, I can't help but skulk behind a wall and watch the couple make out.

However, when female enters his house, my vision fades, and I must stop watching. I turn away form them and use the spare key to get inside my house. From the living room, I can hear obnoxious voices. My mother is speaking to someone, and I can see her back. While setting the table with supper, Papa grins at something my mother is saying. The louder that person's vice gets, the more I recognize them.

I approach her from behind, place my hand around her neck, and kiss her, saying, "My favourite aunt, I miss you."

"How are you, My Bacha (Baby)?" She turns around and pretends to be upset, saying, "My smart kid doesn't have time to phone her aunt."

"Working on the thesis. It's the last semester, Aunt. Although our examinations are over, I need to submit them in the next fifteen days, and then I'll be free," I tell her as I sit beside her.

"So, once you're finished, we're taking a long trip." She says, "Just you and me," and then gently whispers, "A wild trip," before winking at me. I smile. My aunt is entirely irrational and daring. I don't have the same zeal for life as she has. I wish to lead a typical life.

"What are your plans after graduation?" She probes me.

I tell her, "I will pursue a master's and then continue Ph.D. in child psychology."

"Have you submitted a college application?" She asks me more questions.

I inform her, "National Institute of Mental Health and Neuroscience."

She asks me, "Where is this college located?"

"Can you believe that, Anjali, she's heading to Delhi? Why is she unable to study here? We're trying to persuade her to stay here with us." My mother laments to my aunt, "We have so many reputable institutions here."

"Didi (Elder Sister), give her permission to travel. People, she is constantly with you. Let her live alone for a few years. She has these few more years. Once she is married, she will never be able to live alone." My aunt attempts to convince my parents, "Let her experience life." I'm trying to persuade them to commit for a year. I'm optimistic they'll pay attention to Aunt.

"And Sanju, don't worry about them; I'll take care of them," she added. "Simply enjoy your time," she advises while grinning. I'm confident that my parents will support what my aunt says. After supper, we all discuss the things we missed out without each other.

Everyone retires to their rooms after dinner. I've had a long day, and I'm exhausted. I compel myself to put on a nightgown. I only wanted to sleep, but I no longer desired to do so after showering. I move towards my window. Everything is hot because of the summer heat. Hot people, desirable homes, hot streets—everything is hot.

My gaze flits from the house in front of me to the window. There is a tiny breeze, but not enough to stop the heat. Watching a little Vikram before I sleep is one of my favourite past times. I occasionally catch a glimpse of him changing clothes or emerging from the bathroom after a bath with water dripping off his stunning body while wearing a towel. Still, I have never caught a glimpse of him unclothed. I may be a light stalker, but I'm not a pervert.

I've seen him read books while seated at the table numerous times. At first, I didn't trust my eyes, but after watching closely, I realized that he frequently read and occasionally took notes. I assumed that individuals like him were just interested in sexual gratification. He is the same age as mine and I have never seen him attend classes but he manages to get good grades, but I still don't know what he does for a living, it's odd that I've never seen him with a girl in this room. It's like he has a private area that is solely for him.

He exits the restroom wearing only a towel and looks dashing with the water droplets falling from his head and moving quickly down his tummy. The light suddenly goes out, and I wonder if he saw me looking at him. I see his silhouette as he sits on the bed and removes the towel. Then I see his hand slowly and lazily moving up and down on his penis. I gasped at witnessing this and hid myself behind the door.

I return and lie on the bedroom floor, where I can see Vikram massaging himself since I don't want to get caught. I undress and lie on the bed, bending my neck in his direction while I watch him. His motion causes my fingers to reach my nipples, where I pinch and twist them. I sigh subtly. My mouth begins to open slightly. I squeeze my nipples and massage my breasts up and down. My gaze is fixed on the up-and-down-up-and-down motion of his hand.

My right hand slowly descends to my tiny forest across the plane of my tummy. My hand moves to rub the cave's exterior. I can't take my eyes off the man who's sent me into a frenzied lust. I slide my hand around the cave's perimeter while sticking a finger inside the heat to feel around. My finger softly moves in and out as I explore.

Vikram's up-and-down motion gains velocity as he alternates between moving up and down. He steadies himself by putting a hand on the side of the bed with his free arm. On the other hand, my finger finds it somewhat lonely to explore my cave alone, and I invite its other friend's finger to join it. They go in and out constantly.

My breathing gets faster and shallower. While my fingers dance with my nipples, the other hand smears perspiration across my hills. My attention is fixed on this rapacious man. With that beautiful up-and-down motion, I can tell his up-and-down has accelerated.

I rubbed my clit with my fingers while licking them to wet the slightly dry area. I'm massaging my clit slowly because I want the sensation to last. I wish Vikram were present right now. I carefully stroke my finger up and down within my already-sopped pussy with one finger. I took it back and sampled my pussy juice. I can feel moisture running down my pussy. I now focus all of my energies on stroking my clit vigorously. I continue to rub, and I can feel some liquid coming out. I can feel the muscles in my pussy contract tightly and repeatedly release as my thighs start to shake, and I massage my clit a little harder. I'm coming in waves.

I'm smiling as I lie there and look over at Vikram, who has vanished from view; I assume he's also got some release. After that, a crazy concept pops into my head. I know I shouldn't, being a sensible girl, but for once, I want to be naughty. I'd like to have an adventurous girl's life for a short while, and Vikram would be the adventure I'm looking for.

I want a wild and passionate experience that will make me feel wicked about myself. I know that after I leave this place, my profession will take up most of my time, but for a short period, I want to embody the girl who has a crush on someone and will stop at nothing to get him. I don't care what happens after that; I want Vikram to have an irritating need to use my body as if it were his own. I want to be his possession that he is free to use. I put on my nightgown and go to sleep with that notion.

The following day, I felt completely renewed. My parents left the house when I went downstairs, leaving me with my aunt to stay with. My aunt made lunch and breakfast before leaving me alone and going to her office. I spent more time grooming myself. I used my lavender body lotion to exfoliate my body; I adore its scent.I'm dressed in a black off-shoulder shirt and black tights. I'm prepared with my proposition for Vikram.

As I near his home, I see him standing in the garden, I gasped, my heart almost pounding into my throat.

Vikram was occupied tending to his plants. I had no idea how someone could look this stunning while performing household duties. In my life, I have encountered many quiet, attractive men, but something about Vikram attracts me.

God, I feel so weak as I watch Vikram water without a shirt on. What strategy should I use? I gather up all my courage and approach him. I cough, but it's too soft for him to hear, so I cough a little louder. At that point, he turns and raises an eyebrow. He is a crazy sex god, a hard-muscled man with tattoos all over his body, and I'm at a loss for words. I'm having trouble swallowing. He gives me a top-to-bottom look. His eyes pierced through mine.

"Miss, do I know you?" Vikram says. The person I've lusted after for the past two years doesn't even know that I exit, and that is so embarrassing.

I offer my hand and say, "Um, hi, Vikram," trying not to stutter as I try to calm my nerves. However, he looks so damn nice. "I'm Saanjh Gupta, your neighbour," I reply, suddenly feeling shy.

After extending a greeting, he squeezes my hand even more firmly, and I am struck by how powerful it feels.

"You are Mr. Gupta's daughter, I see. It's nice to meet you," he says with a smile.

"Yeah, Vikram," I reply.

"So, tell me why you're here, Saanjh," he asks, now that he's gazing at me.

I tell him, "Vikram, I want to talk to you about something private; if you don't mind, can we talk inside."

He nods and then opens the door for me and says, "Yeah, sure, Saanjh, let's go inside and talk."

I'm tense today and don't want to look foolish, but I'll die if Vikram doesn't make me feel good. He is the only one who can calm me down since the intensity is blazing inside me. He's looking at me intently and waiting for my response. I have no more control.

I said, "Look, Vikram, I have a proposal for you." His hard, dark eyes are still fixed on me, searing into me.

He asks, seeming severe, "What proposition, Saanjh?"

I mumble, "Vikram, would you mind being mine for a week?"

He asks me, "Can you be specific?"

I lick my suddenly chapped lips and say, "Vikram, use me sexually however you want for one week."

The space is now silent. The ticking of the stopwatch and the sound of the passing car are the only sounds that can be heard.

" What the fuckSaanjh?! " Vikram exclaims as he abruptly moves closer to me.