The next day.
“So,” I began after having done with the hi- and- what- you- are- doing formalities. “The apartment is in limits after seven. Reserved for two people. I'm the first one. Care to be the second?” Way to be subtle, whore. 
“I'd love to but I have other plans. Some other time, maybe.” Even the ringing of his phone seconded Rithik. “O, looks like they are on their way already. Bye.” 
“Bye?” I said more like a question. Well that was odd but still understandable. He surprised me with a gentle pat on my head and left. 
I didn't meet him for the next three days. 
No, I wasn't avoiding him, it was the other way around. At one time, I messaged him, asking him straight out but he refused with the exact same excuse as before. A day after that, I chanced upon him near the college gate. Our eyes met across the distance but was soon broken by a group of people passing by between us. The scene changed after the group left. There was no Rithik in it. 
Maybe he was paying back for rejecting him on the first day. Maybe he wanted to bring a reaction out of me. Thinking that, I played along with his ignorance. 
A whole week passed. 
By this time, we stopped seeing each other. My simple message of 'Hi' was still yet to replied. Or never to be replied as I saw it. I wasn't the type of person to bite back just because someone ended it before me. But if Rithik wanted to end things, he could have said so before leaving the city. He didn't had to be such a dick about it and let me wait. Thanks to him, I was left high and dry. 
Another day passed in monotone, until a phone call did it for me— or rather a certain person. 
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“Your mystery guest hasn't arrived yet. How much longer will he take?” 
Ugh, she's still here. “Around ten minutes maybe,” I replied to Khushboo and paused, finding a way to express my thoughts without offending her. “You had somewhere else to go, if I remember.” 
“Yes, I had but—” Khushboo trailed off, a mishevious smile forming her lips. “I'll wait. I want to see what kind of person has got you all riled up like this.” 
I stopped tapping with my fingers against the sofa, shooting a smile of my own. You'll regret it. “He's a special guest, hon'. An old acquaintance I mentioned last year. Be warned though. We—” I was interrupted by the doorbell. 
I practically hopped from the seat to open the door. Normally I wouldn't be excited to meet someone but today was an exception. It's been eight months since I've seen him last. I opened the door to reveal a tall and lean man. His hair that extended till his neck was gathered to form a small ponytail. The brown V neck top and olive jeans, along with a thin leather grey scarf only made the twenty- four year old lad look twenty. His dark eyes accessed  me from head to toe just like I was. A slow smile appeared on his thin lips. 
“Kunal.” 
“My queen.” 
And the next moment, we pulled ourselves into one, hot smoldering kiss. We took our sweet time, fucking our lips over while ignoring the bitch who might have witnessed it all. He smelled of airport and mint, just like last time. His calloused fingers snaked through my neck, reaching to the back of my head, while another one squeezed my ass. I expressed my utmost gratitude by pulling his hips in a way that his front met my groin. He made a sexy sound from the back of his throat, to let me know how contented he was and slipped his tongue into my mouth. 
All that kissing and dry humping made me wet but unfortunately, we couldn't take it any further. We pulled away, gasping for air. I ran my thumb over the length of my lips, contented with what I tasted. I glared him in the eye but somehow ended up pouting instead. “Where the hell were you?!”