Palm supporting my chin, I stare blankly at the computer before me, showing off the wallpaper, consisting of little Vicky, when he was seven years old.

My colleague just then tapped on my shoulder, gaining my scrutiny. "Are you meditating or what? If manager sees you sitting here doing nothing, he sure is going to open hell in here." Geetha mutters with an apprehensive look.

"Just having a mild headache..." I say focusing my interest back on the screen. Idiot. This little kid who has now grown into a complete naughty guy is torturing me!!

"I will get you coffee!" Geetha beams and scurries off while I proceed to curse the stupid Vicky in my mind. I'm scared of myself for allowing him to do whatever he wants with me. Sure, If I could, I would give anything he asks for. But is it right If I give myself to him which he is demanding right now?

I'm twenty-six. He is just nineteen. He isn't mature enough, he doesn't understand the consequence of the game he is playing with me. Again, is this just a game of his or is he serious?

He can't be. Considering his age, this might just be his attraction toward my body. And me letting him relish it is the biggest mistake I've ever done!

I will be honest here, I sort of got lost in his touches. His kisses literally gave me tingles. Just by reminiscing about it, I could feel my lips quivering with an explicit sensation.

Control Thikshitha. He is young blood so he might have some advantage in defending him. But what about you? You are a grown-up woman, the fault falls on your side. You should have stopped him. It's not late now either. I can cease his actions from elevating further...and I will do it.

After thanking Geetha for providing me coffee, I immersed myself in my work until lunch hour break but then, I started to miss Vicky.

What will he be doing right now? Probably playing video games? Or watching animes perhaps? Or he might be missing you and thinking about you as you do...

I shook my head at my absurd subconscious mind of mine. The time after noon interval went as If I had been stuck in a coma but with an exception of my hand dancing on the keyboard.

Finally five 'o'clock! Bidding bye to my dearest friend Geetha, I launch myself into my car and drove off to home.

Once attaining my destination, I park the car in the garage and think intently about my situation. Gosh, I'm so scared of myself and the Romeo inside Vicky!

Whatever be it Thikshitha, you should not permit his hands on you. What about his lips then? I mentally cursed my subconscious mind and begin to free my body off the seatbelt.

Walking rather calmly and composed, I step my foot in home after unlocking the door with my spare key. I expected Vicky to jump on me the moment I enter but to my slight disappointment, nothing of such kind happened.

Like always, I stroll casually to my room in downstairs and freshen up. I change my clothes into more of a casual one, a set of black cotton nightdress with white stars decorating them.

I tie my hair up in a bun and left the room to prepare tea for me and that idiot. What the hell is he doing in his room? Is he even aware that I'm home?

Huffing visibly and pondering upon what he might be doing currently, I made tea. Filling a cup of tea, I decided to meet Vicky.

Carefully wandering up the stairs with the cup of tea in my hand, I stand shocked before his closed room door, as I heard moaning, whining, whimpering, and crying out noises from inside!!

Here I thought he will be missing me but this idiot is watching these!?

Angered, I knock hardly on his door. "Thikki...come in, the door isn't bolted" pursing my lips, I part open the door and made my presence inside.

"Goodness!" with my free hand, I blinded my eyes. Can't he even pause that thing? "Oh come on Thikki, they are not even real humans, just fictional anime characters, it's not a sin to watch them you know," Vicky says in a carefree manner meanwhile, I shake my head in denial.

"But they are naked!" I literally scream making Vicky chuckle and finally...the weird noises stopped.

"I missed you Thikki" A warm and strong body engulfs me in a hug and I quickly take away my hand, freeing my eyes to witness Vicky.

"Missed me? I can see that well" I sneer, and Vicky kisses my cheeks. "You..." I tear myself off from him, spot the teacup on the side table and fold my hands over my chest, glancing sternly at Vicky who looks blithe as ever.

"If you are going to provide me a lecture, please kindly refrain yourself from doing it Thikki. I'm in no mood to listen to it rather I'm in another mood" My steely expression vanishes at his comment. That's exactly why I want to reprimand him.

"I..." And his lips were on mine before I could complete my sentence. He kisses on my lips, clutching my waist and moving me somewhere...I felt light-headed as he licks my lips.

He then raises me by my waist and sits me on the table beside his laptop that I accidentally let my finger to press, resuming the ceased screen in it.

The crying sort of lewd moans begins and I really really want to push Vicky away but disregarding my mind's suggestions, my body pulls him closer, and our middles collide as I part my legs, paving way for Vicky to squish himself to me, eliciting illicit feelings within me.

Stop him Thikki...hell, first, stop yourself.

Tentatively, I push him back, locking up my desires. "Thikki," he tries to kiss me again but I look away, by which, his lips touch my cheeks, trailing itself down my jaw towards my neck where he spills several butterfly kisses across the side of my neck. The moaning of the hentai didn't help my condition any better. I felt myself getting aroused as I let out a whimper at Vicky's ministrations on my neck.

I arch my neck back when he dives his head to plant kisses on my throat. One of his hands which were holding my waist came up to my face and is now stroking my parted lips.

For real, stop now Thikshitha!

Gaining myself, after being entrapped in the dangerously pleasurable prison, I abruptly pushed away Vicky and stand on my foot...more like wobbly foot.

"Have tea.." I tell, not looking at him, but at his white t-shirt, captioned with It made me conscious of his age again. He is having fun with me. And I'm conceding with it.

Upon lust? No. If it is not my Vicky, I would have smashed his balls. Oh, how your feelings for him changed from sickening to 'If it's not Vicky, it's disgusting'.

My feelings for him are too befuddled to my liking.

Is Vicky really in love with me?

Or is it just an infatuation that he has over me?

Or lust over my body?

But...

Why could I not resist him?

It is because I'm in love with him, without even my knowledge?

Or is it cause I'm too addicted to providing him anything, that it doesn't matter to me If what he craves for is me, myself?

Gosh, I will be going mad If I don't find answers to the aforementioned questions!

"Thikki, why do you always stop me halfway?" Vicky snaps, close off the laptop and enters the restroom without glancing at me.

Meanwhile, I sigh in frustration as I rewind what had happened between us not even a minute ago. We literally made out. Like lovers...

Heeding to the shower being turned on in the bathroom, I elect the option to better go downstairs and drown myself in my unresolved queries.

And so, I commence to move, but cease when I sensed the stickiness between my legs...

Why does this keep on getting worse? "Err...." I hiss as I rush out of his room and down to mime.

Washing off the result of immoral actions, I lay on my bed, sprawled out.

I should sleep now. Sleeping is the best solution to erase our issues in the real world for the time being.

My eyelids were so close to mingling with each other when the door to my room burst open and in came none other than Vicky. "Thikki, what's this bad habit of sleeping before having food!" A black T-shirt and grey shorts, wet ruffled hair, handsome enough that even an alien would fall in his charms.

Suppressing a groan, I sit up on the bed and let out the already restrained groan unintentionally. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" So sweet of you to enquire about this Vicky. But don't you know that you are the sole reason for my problems.

"Do you want me to continue what I had quit back in my room? Are you regretting your decision of stopping my actions?" He grins, setting himself beside me on the bed.

"Why are you torturing me like this!" I whine in vexation, gazing into his eyes. The same eyes that I have been looking at forever seem distinct now. The emotion it holds now appears heart-clenching.

The look of love.

"Should I be feeling sorry?" his lips says before he pecks on mine and sets his head on my lap but err....he is facing my stomach and it feels sort of intimate.

He buries his face in it and wraps his hands around my waist. His grip is too strong that I realized he doesn't want to let me go.

Is he...is he truly in love with me? But still, in the long run, he might lose his interest in me. That thought makes me feel numb. Then again, do I want him to love me though?

Ahh!!! I'm going in a loop.

Where the hell is this all going to end!! Good lord, help me. I'm confused.

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