Dirty Desires-1

Anamika is a 19-year-old girl who came from a conservative, orthodox family. She loves to travel but her family never took her to any place. She studies hard and she got a seat in a reputed engineering college.

But the college fees are more expensive. So her father decided to talk with the MLA to lower the fees.

"Sir, the MLA is very busy. You can meet Arjun sir. He is the trustee of that college. He will help you," the PA said.

Arjun Malhotra is 25 years old, the only son of the MLA. He is the head of the youth committee.

They went to meet Arjun.

And

This is where they met.

At first sight, his lustful desires took over him just looking at her. She wore a simple churidar but he liked her innocent voice, her eyes, her smooth skin, her hands while adjusting her specs.

"I informed the college management to lower the fees," he said.

"Thank you, beta."

"Anu, your only focus should be on studies. These city boys easily manipulate and trap innocent girls like you. So beware of them. Be careful," her father said before going.

Anamika joined the college. She felt nervous; it was the first time for her to be in a co-educational college because she had only completed her studies in the girls' school and girls' college.

"Hey, blue churidar, come here," a group of senior guys sitting on the wall called her.

She tried to avoid them but they called many times.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear us,” another one shouted, sliding down from the wall and blocking her way.

“I… I am sorry. I didn’t hear,” she said softly, adjusting her dupatta nervously.

“Oh, you didn’t hear us! So madam thinks she’s too high-class to talk to us?” The tallest guy came closer to her.

“First year? Must be from some small town. Look at her! Why don’t you give us your intro properly?”

“My name is Anamika…” she said nervously.

“Louder, sweetheart. We can’t hear you.”

“Remove those glasses. Let’s see your eyes properly.”

He removed the glasses from her eyes immediately.

“Ah, beautiful eyes! Told you, she’s a fresh flower,” the guy said, playing with the specs.

Her eyes were almost filled with tears.

Suddenly, a sharp, authoritative voice came from behind her.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Everyone froze.

Arjun Malhotra stood a few feet away, his gaze cold and piercing. He was dressed casually, but there was a dangerous aura about him that made the seniors instinctively step back.

“Bhai… we were just—” one of them whispered.

“I know what you are doing. Touch her again, even with your eyes, and I’ll make sure you regret stepping into this college. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Arjun bhai.”

Arjun stood in front of Anamika, his eyes softened as they met hers. She became scared, clutching her dupatta.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

She nodded nervously.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

The next day, Anamika sat quietly in the college library, her books spread out in front of her.

She adjusted her glasses and buried herself in her engineering textbook.

“Struggling with circuits?”

The deep, familiar voice came beside her. She looked up—Arjun was standing right there, one hand in his pocket, as handsome as ever.

“A-Arjun sir…” she said.

“Just call me Arjun,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite hers without asking. “So… how’s your first week going?”

“It’s fine,” she said softly.

He leaned forward slightly. “Did those boys bother you again?”

“No… they didn’t.”

“Good.” He smiled.

“You’re wasting time trying to understand this chapter like that. Wait, I will explain it to you…”

Before she said anything, he slid his chair next to hers. His shoulder touched hers lightly as he reached for her pen. She stiffened, feeling his closeness.

“See this? It’s easier if you break it down like this…” He drew a quick diagram on her notebook, explaining the concept easily.

When he finished, she looked at the diagram, impressed. “Oh… now I get it. Thank you.”

He leaned back slightly. “You’re smart. You just need someone to guide you.”

Anamika smiled nervously.

“Do you have a phone?” he suddenly asked.

She hesitated. “Yes…”

“Give me your number. If you ever face trouble—or need help with studies—just call me. Anytime.”

Her heartbeat rose fast; it was the first time for her giving a phone number to the opposite gender. But she trusted him and gave her number.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“Good girl,” he said softly, standing up. “I’ll see you around, Anamika.”