Aditi, 31, never liked Karan, 33. Right from the first day she entered into his apartment, she could feel that they would not be able to live together. He was cocky, loud, and had a talent of making her feel like an outsider in the same flat. She was in this circumstance only because of Rohan, her boyfriend of five years. When Rohan lost his job, things got financially tight, and moving in with his friend Karan seemed like the best way to save money. Aditi had been against the idea from the start, but Rohan had reassured her, promising it was temporary. She had agreed reluctantly, and then found out she was in fact worse off than she'd anticipated living with Karan under the same roof.
Karan, a fitness trainer, had an overwhelming presence, tall, broad-shouldered, and carrying himself with confidence. He strolled about like he owned the place, well he did own the place. And he never let her forget it. The first time she heard his condescending remarks was on her second night in the apartment. She had just finished setting up a small corner for herself when Karan walked past, smirking. “Freeloaders come and go as they please, huh? Must be nice,” he said casually.
Aditi stiffened at his words. She wasn't a couch potato, she paid rent, and she contributed to the household bills. Yet Karan's voice had been intentionally cruel, meant to push her away. And it worked. She shut her mouth and didn't answer him, in an attempt to not give him the satisfaction of seeing her mad. But deep down, her anger burned inside her. Who the hell did he think he was? He wasn’t even Rohan’s best friend, just a senior from his college days who happened to have an extra room. He made it sound like he was doing them a big favor by letting them stay, and Aditi couldn’t help but resent the control he had over their home and lives.. Even worse, Rohan never stood up to him. He was such a well behaved man who so desired to hold the whole thing together while looking for just one job. Aditi, however, wasn’t interested in playing nice. She tried to find the greatest excuse to stay away from Karan as much as possible, going to a gym, so that she could not look at his face. She followed a simple schedule (work, gym, home) with limited contact with him. But Karan seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons, always finding a way to make some cocky remark whenever their paths crossed.
Then there were the nights. Karan had no hesitation about bringing women over, different ones, one at a time, all equally enthusiastic. And Karan wasn’t quiet about it. Aditi would lie down in bed, eyes squeezed shut, with the aim of muting all that came from his room.
“Ohhh Karan, harder, fuck... yes, just like that...”
The steady banging, the moans, the deep grunts, it went on and on, sometimes for an hour, sometimes longer. Rohan, tired from job hunting, slept through it, snoring softly. But Aditi wasn’t so lucky. She pressed a pillow over her ears, then switched to headphones, blasting music to block the noise. She even tried counting backward from 100 to fall asleep. Nothing worked.
One of those mornings, as she made the coffee in the kitchen, she heard a woman at the edge of the doorway slipping on her heels and then saying something on the phone.
"Oh my god, girl, I am wrecked. Karan is a fucking machine," the woman laughed breathlessly. "You know how most guys slow down after a round? He just keeps going. I swear, I had to beg him to stop."
Aditi froze, her grip tightening around the mug.
It's always that way down in the gut, the woman agreed. "Like, rock solid. I don’t know how he does it. Aditi bit her lip, uncomfortably, nervously swallowing, an odd heat moved up to her throat. Gulp. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t be listening. But she was.
Aditi clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look away. That casual but gratifying speech of the woman gave something sinister a turning inside the woman's feeling. And at last the woman went Aditi turned her eyes into her cup of coffee, speechless.
For the very first time, she hated that she couldn’t ignore Karan and was fully aware of him.
One night, the tension was too much. Lying in bed, restless with need, she squeezed her thighs together, wishing it would stop. Somehow, her fingers wandered down, drawn to the heat building inside her. She hesitated. The thought of touching herself while Karan’s smug, arrogant voice gushed through the walls made her sick. But her body craved relief, and Rohan - sweet, clueless Rohan, slept snoring beside her. Trying to push Karan from her mind, she started slow, nervous, letting her fingers circle around the heat between her legs. But just as she neared the edge, everything stopped. The moans, the grunts, even the bed creaking - gone. She lay there, breathing hard, her body aching with unfinished need. At that moment, she hated Karan more than ever.
The next day, Aditi chose to exercise at home instead of going to the gym. She rolled out her yoga mat in the living room, dressed in high-waisted leggings and a sports bra, her toned waist and curves on full display. Just as she was about to finish, she stood up to grab her water bottle but lost her footing on the smooth tile. In an instant, she slipped. A sharp sting shot through her ankle as she hit the ground with a muffled squeal. She tried to stand, but the moment she put weight on her foot, pain shot up her leg, leaving her breathless.
Before she could even think about what to do, Karan appeared in the doorway, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. “You okay?” he asked, stepping closer. Aditi clenched her jaw, embarrassed beyond words. She didn’t want to be completely dependent on him for anything but she just didn’t have the strength to stand up to him.
Karan didn’t wait for her to protest. “I’m carrying you,” he said firmly. Before she managed to say no, he effortlessly deftly slid his arms around her behind and under her, lifting her up easily right away. As he brought her through her room, she stubbornly averted her eyes from his and focused instead on the walls.
When he put her on the bed he slipped inside his own room and came back moments later with his first aid kit. His hands were firm yet soft as he looked at her ankle, the rough touches of someone who carries around work. “You’re lucky it’s just a minor sprain, he muttered, wrapping her foot with a bandage. Aditi swallowed hard, hating that she had to rely on him, but unable to ignore the unexpected warmth spreading through her chest. Karan smirked slightly. Try to behave more responsibly next time, freeloader," Aditi frowned, but words and her flushed cheeks told another story.
For the first time, she wasn’t sure if her hatred toward Karan was as simple as she thought.
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