Her beautiful mole

"Rachit's point of view,"

As I made my way to the bus stop in front of the office, I drew my gaze to a car off to the side of the road.

Harsh came to see off her.

I was watching these two from afar through the windshield of the car.

I did not know what they were talking about, but I noticed Harsh was going to kiss her, and she pulled her face away. Riya's actions caught me completely off guard.

Harsh kissed her hand and said goodbye after she said something while looking at him.

With her trolley bag, she was walking towards the bus that was parked outside the office.Riya pulled out her phone and dialed a number.Perhaps she dialed Harsh's number, for as soon as the call was disconnected, he started his car.

When I looked at Riya's face, I noticed she was fighting back tears.

Fortunately, neither Riya nor Harsh were aware of my presence.

Why wouldn't Riya let Harsh kiss her on the lips?

What could the cause be?

I've kissed her forcibly many times, and she's never stopped me, so why did she stop Harsh?

When Harsh kissed her hand, I didn't like it at all.I'm not sure why it bothers me so much when I see Riya with someone else.But there's nothing I can do. Harsh is her boyfriend, and he has the authority to kiss her. Even if I tried, I couldn't stop him.

I was scrolling through my phone while sitting on my bus seat.

The sound of Ashish's voice drew me out of my thoughts.

He requested I switch his seat. I didn't want to leave my seat, but I agreed to swap seats with him at his request.

When I arrived at Ashish's seat number, I noticed Riya seated on Ashish's side seat.

I asked if that was Ashish's seat, but she didn't seem to hear me because she was using earphones.

She panicked when she learned that Ashish had switched seats with me and called Ashish right away, but Ashish most likely refused to swap seats with her. So she took a seat next to me, silently.

I could see her rage on her face.

I intentionally teased her and inquired about what had happened.

When she heard me, she became enraged and yelled, "Be quiet, don't talk to me."

After hearing her, I couldn't stop giggling. I inquired whether she was speaking to me or herself when she says this.

After listening to me, she became even more irritated.

She glanced at me and stated it was pointless to talk to me, so she put her earphones in her ear and began looking out the window.

She was on her phone, typing messages, and I was staring at her screen with interest.

I was going over her messages. She'd caught me off guard.

She began lecturing me about behavior and etiquette.

I listened to her and answered, "Yes, this is wrong," but what can I do if someone purposely displays her messages?

I kept a calm expression on my face.

However, I'm not sure why I was so upset after reading her loving messages to Harsh.

She shifted her gaze back to the window.

I wanted to speak with her and learn more about her, but she didn't even glance at me.

To get her attention, I annoyed her.

She became upset and ultimately spoke to me angrily.

I stopped bothering her until all of her wraths had dissipated and she requested me with love.

I extended a kind hand to her and asked if she would treat me as a friend for the rest of the trip.

She agreed to my point after some deliberation, but instead of speaking with me, she was trying to sleep with her eyes closed.

Although I was near her, she seemed to be a long way away. I do not know how she feels about me, yet she is the one who knows everything about my feelings. I couldn't help but think lustful thoughts when I saw her so close to me.

It drew my gaze to her lips.

I wished to kiss her again. The mole near her lips drew me even closer to her. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to keep my emotions in check.

I pushed my face closer to hers, but because of the other passengers on the bus, I decided against kissing her and told her in husky tones in her ear that I wouldn't let her sleep.

It took aback her when she heard me. She tried to fight me again, but this time I responded to her rage with patience, and she agreed to speak with me.

To put it another way, I inquired about her mole.

Is her mole truly real?

When I complimented her mole, she became quite excited after listening to me and began showing me the mole near her lips by bringing it very close to my face.

This girl takes my test on everything. Test my tenacity from time to time. Today, I'm going to put my self-control on the test.

I was staring at her lips on purpose.

She informed me she has many moles on her body, all of which are in their proper locations.

Hearing this, I was so eager at the prospect of seeing her mole that I asked her if she would show me all of her moles.

After listening to me, she realized how close she was to me.

She sat down and instantly turned away from me.

She was in a state of embarrassment. Afterward, I didn't feel the need to further embarrass her by chatting with her.

After a while, she inquired whether I had a girlfriend.

After hearing her query, I couldn't figure out what I should say in response.

There have always been a lot of girls around me, but I have liked none of them, and now that I have, she is already the girlfriend of someone else.

Is it okay if I tell her the truth?

No, I can't do that because she'll become enraged and stop speaking to me.

Yes, you're right. My subconscious backed me up.

Why are you remaining silent?

Her restless voice drew my attention to the surrounding reality.

I was still puzzled by how I should respond to her.

I'm not sure why she was so upset when she saw me silent.

I didn't have to say anything to her before she started imagining a girl in my life and predicting the state of my relationship.

After hearing her remarks, I couldn't stop laughing.

I finally told her the truth, that there was no other girl in my life besides her to relieve her strain.

But she didn't trust a word I said. As I listened to her, I got the distinct impression that she was pointing me in the role of a playboy.

I wanted to change her perception of me, but it was more necessary for me to learn about her and become friends with her at this point.

Her eyes gradually filled with sleep as she spoke to me.

She rested her head on my shoulder while sleeping.

Slowly, I kissed her hair. And, without waking her, I took a blanket from the bag by my side and draped it over both of our bodies.

Riya has come so near to me on her own accord for the first time today.

I was experiencing a different comfort by having her sleep on my chest, which I had never experienced before.

We can't just keep going like this forever, can we?

I wish you would always treat me this way.

I softly kissed her on the forehead while holding her hand in my palms so as not to wake her up. As the fragrance of fresh roses wafted off her body, I found myself unable to keep my emotions in check any longer. However, I could keep my emotions in check.

I tried to sleep by closing my eyes.

Before going to sleep, I took a glance around.

The bus was entirely dark inside. They turned a dim light on near the driver's seat.

Because of the darkness of the bus, most of the passengers were sleeping, and no one noticed Riya dozing with her head on my shoulder.

When I was thinking about her, I fell asleep without even realizing it.