Sinful Desires
Chapter 1
Shreya would shoot glances at him from behind the couch in the living room when he would sit for hours chatting about his life, his new job with her father.
She didn't know why but she would find herself getting red faced whenever he looked at her in the eye.
He would visit them on weekends for breakfast or sometimes join them for dinner. Shreya's father adored him and treated him like his own son.
Knocking her cereal bowl and spilling its contents all over the table or stammering while answering his simple questions were quite common for Shreya whenever he was around.
So who was this person who got her hormones suddenly worked up?
He was none other than Daya - a CID officer who was 15 years elder to her. Daya had no family. He was brought up in an orphanage. He was very good looking and quite tall. The formal shirts he wore failed to hide his muscular body. He was a very calm and composed kind of a person.
Shreya's father, a retired army general was like a father figure to him. Someone with whom he could share his joys and sorrows. He would often visit Shreya's father whenever he would get time.
He found it really amusing to watch how Shreya would get nervous when he was around. He avoided making direct eye contact with her or talking to her so as not to make her more nervous. But he would never forget to get a box of Ferrero Rochers for her as he knew they were her favourite chocolates.
As Shreya grew up into an adolescent girl or rather when she started noticing "Boys" for the first time, she found herself thinking more and more about Daya. She wanted to be a CID officer just like him.
One entire drawer of her desk was dedicated to him. She collected his photographs and newspaper clippings whenever they would appear in magazines or newspapers. She would never miss to watch him on the news when sometime he would share his success as a CID officer on television. He was her hero, she worshipped him.
Daya never really had any serious relationships. He wasn't unhappy though. He really wanted a girl who would understand him, keep him happy. But certain recent events had shocked him. He felt extremely guilty and frustrated with himself.
It had started from that day when he had seen Shreya in her room getting undressed.
He had come to meet Shreya's father and their maid had told him that Major Khanna would meet him in his room. Daya had never been to the Major Khanna's room before and he got confused. He saw a door slightly ajar and when he peered inside, he couldn't help but witness the scene unfolding before him.
There she was, in her own world, humming her favorite song and undressing herself. Oblivious to Daya's presence outside her door, she pulled off her knee high socks to reveal her fair legs. Daya gulped. He knew it was bad to be watching her like this but he couldn't tear his eyes away. She began unbuttoning her shirt and as she pushed it down her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of her creamy smooth skin and straps of her lacy bra. He withdrew his gaze panting hard. What the hell was he doing? But the ache in his body tormented him. He thundered downstairs to gulp down some water.
The other day, when he had arrived at the Khanna household, he saw Shreya sitting on the couch very teary eyed. When she saw Daya, she wiped her eyes immediately.
"What happened?" he asked.
"She slipped and fell while playing tennis" replied the maid. He saw that her skirt was a little hitched up and she was massaging the portion above her left knee a little as if to release some tension. She then began applying the ointment on it.
Daya had a sudden urge to slap that small hand away and do the deed himself.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he wondered.
To his surprise, Shreya too seemed to act really weird around him sometimes. She would make it a point to sit next to him. She would deliberately brush her hand against his. Or she would touch his shoulder lightly, in a very casual sort of way. In the beginning he thought it to be accidental but when it started happening quite often, he knew it was deliberate.
By the time Shreya was nearing her graduation, Daya had became almost like an obsession. She miserably failed to go even on "Not - so - serious" dates with guys.
She had few friends. Very often she would keep to her room fantasizing about him. Yes, she was attracted to him in a sexual way.
Daya had now earned the post of Senior Inspector in CID and his visits to her house had drastically reduced. It drove her mad. She knew he wasn't married. But she wondered whether he was dating someone, maybe in CID. It angered her. He belonged to her and her only. But she didn't know how would she be able to reach him.
He had become her drug, her addiction, her obsession. She longed for his touch. She wondered how would it feel when he would kiss her or explore her body. She feared that some day this obsession would drive her mad.
When she divulged her thoughts to her best friend, her friend was really worried. She tried to explain Shreya that things would never work out between them. Daya was too old for her and it was best for Shreya to forget about him and move on. Daya had never shown any interest in her. But the mere thought of separation drove Shreya insane. She would have to think of some way to go and meet Daya. They lived in the same city. It would be really very easy. She wasn't a school going girl anymore. She would tell him, she came just for a friendly visit. She would then divulge her feelings to him. She would tell him how much she loved him. And then they would be together forever
Few months later-
It was last day of her senior college. Shreya was pretty thrilled. Once her college got over, she would be one step closer to her dream of working in CID. Shreya was getting ready for her farewell party. Adjusting her shimmering sareeand her golden bangles, Shreya stood in front of the mirror. The reflection which stared back at her was indeed very pretty. Jet black shoulder length hair, slim figure though not very tall, smoky kohl-ed eyes and rosy lips.
"Dad I am leaving! I will be late" she called as she carefully came downstairs.
Her father came outside. "Wow! You indeed look charming!" he said.
"Thank you Dad" Shreya smiled.
"Have fun but don't be too late okay?" he said.
"Yes. Don't worry" said Shreya.
Her father went back to his study. Shreya grabbed her shiny gold clutch in one hand and put on a pair of stilettos. Walking slowly she pulled open the door and went outside where their chauffeur was waiting for her. The stilettos and the saree were making her really uncomfortable. She was adjusting her saree while walking slowly when - CRASH! She had walked into someone.
"Noooooooo!" she wailed when she saw she was about to fall in a water puddle but two strong arms grabbed her shoulders just in time and prevented her from falling.
Shreya looked up to see her saviour and gasped. The black orbs met the brown ones and the eye lock continued for a moment before -
"Sorry" Daya murmured still supporting her in his arms.
Her heart beating faster than usual, Shreya freed herself from his grasp. She threw one look at him and then immediately looked away. "It's okay" she whispered back.
His touch had sent shock waves across her body.
His eyes were glued to her. He watched her adjusting her saree awkwardly. She was no longer the Shreya he knew in school. Time had turned her into a young, beautiful girl.
"You look beautiful" Daya heard himself say to his own astonishment.
Shreya's heart missed a beat. Had he just said that she looked beautiful? She was in some kind of a trance. Her senses weren't working properly.
"T - thank you Daya... sir" she stammered.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"It's our farewell party tonight" she answered.
"Oh, I see. Anyway have fun. See you later" he said and jogged back to the house.
Once inside, Daya closed his eyes in horror. What had gotten into him? Why was he attracted towards a young girl?
"She isn't young anymore" he heard his inner voice say.
He couldn't get her image out from his mind's eye. He felt rising frustration as he desperately tried to stem his thoughts. Sighing, he went to meet Shreya's father in the study.
That night Daya decided one thing- He would stop visiting Shreya's house. He feared the thoughts which crossed his mind. He was fifteen years older than her and this was dangerous.
She was a young girl with a bright future and he didn't want to spoil it. He was convinced that she had strong feelings for him but he knew this was just a phase.
She was excited as she was experiencing all of this for the first time. But it was wrong. And he was confident that if he stopped going to her house, she would eventually forget about him. Little did he know how very wrong he was.
Shreya's head was spinning. She barely spoke to anyone at her farewell party. His handsome face, his masculine features was all she thought about. He looked so manly. She knew she was wrong. Her father, the society would never accept their relationship. Forget them, she wasn't sure about Daya's feelings and thoughts. But she loved him. She was sure this was love. Eventually, desire overpowered her worries. She wanted him. God, she wanted this man. And then suddenly the society didn't matter anymore.
Few months later-
Shreya had enrolled herself into a renowned University to pursue her higher studies after which she would apply for a job in CID.
She had joined a gym too because she felt the need to tone her body. Just in case. But lately the reason she was going to the gym was altogether different. She had found out that Daya frequented the same gym. And the way she had discovered this news had her burning with pleasure and lust.
Sneak peek of next Chapter - Shreya obsession with Daya reaches its peak and she seeks desperate measures to satisfy herself. What happens when Daya finds out how much is she addicted to him?