Never Ask For A Kiss

About the author

Abhishek Bhaskar Vichare is a keen learner who dreamt of running multiple businesses while growing up. At the young age of twenty- two, he took the first big step towards achieving that goal and founded Richmond India. What started as a small company dealing with real estate is now a diverse one engaged in the fields of agro foods, infrastructure, entertainment, education, retail, among others.

With a Master’s degree in Mobile and Satellite Communications from London University, he always had a natural love for creative arts. He takes inspiration from real life heroes and finds writing to be therapeutic. He is a keen observer and the characters he creates reflect his deep understanding of the world around him.

Born in Mumbai, and now well-known in the entrepreneurship world for his dedication and passion, he was awarded Times Men of the Year 2020 – Debutant Author. He was also presented the Lokmat Trendsetter Award for his diversified work in different sectors.

You can connect with him at:

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ABHISHEK BHASKAR VICHARE

Srishti Publishers & Distributors

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First published by

Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2022

Copyright © Abhishek Bhaskar Vichare, 2022

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organisations is purely coincidental.The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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Dedicated to all those who had an incomplete love story, but lived their entire life in the shadow of their love.

Acknowledgements

We have so many people around us who have an incomplete love story. In spite of that, they move on! When two people love each other, that love can cripple you, the other person can cripple you, because that love is divided between two persons. Love isn’t always unrequited, either. Unrequited love is where no one holds power to destroy you, but yourself.

It would not be right to claim that this book happened solely due to my efforts.

My mother Sandhya RaoRane Vichare and my sister Dhanashree Vichare Shelar – two people who had unconditional belief in me. Their faith helps me navigate through the toughest of hurdles.

My wife Pooja Shelar Vichare – the first person to read the draft, who had the tough job of improving my storytelling skills, and that too, without spoiling my mood.

My father Bhaskar Vichare (Daji) – who has always inspired me with his philosophy, To strive for excellence in what we do.

My amazing friends Sandeep Khadke, Amol Sawant, Kunal Gada, Anjali Satam, Hrushikesh and Akshata Kulkarni, Shweta Vaity, Shilpa Pradhan, Swapnaja Joshi, Neha Mundra – who stayed with me in the entire process and handled me and my sometimes out-of-control emotions so well.

My dear friend Rucha Kulkarni Khadke – who read the manuscript and gave her honest comments.

Special thanks to my school buddy Saurabh Gothoskar for inspiring me with his thoughts and spending golden school days with me. I cherish these memories forever.

My team comprising Mayur Dalvi, Sharmila, Shital, Shekhar Karpe, Riddhi Savla and Amey Shinde – who supported me in every process of completing my book.

I would also like to thank Pratiksha Sagare for her immense support and kind words.

To tell any story, you always need an inspiration. Madhura has been the real inspiration behind this story.

Arup Bose, Stuti Gupta and the entire team at Srishti Publishers & Distributors for being so professional and friendly throughout the process of editing to publishing.

And lastly, I would like to thank all my readers for loving my first book and hoping for all the love for this one as well.

1

‘No’ means ‘No’!

I said NO!

Ruchi’s stern reply was still ringing in Anuj’s mind, as if it had permanently been lodged there. He cycled slowly along the empty roads of the Delhi Cantonment area, feeling like the proverbial kid who had been caught with his hand inside the cookie jar and had been severely punished for it. A medley of shame, indignation, guilt and desperation rose from his aching heart.

The national capital’s army quarters enclave is the only one allocated to distinguished retired army staff; all the others are occupied by those still in service with the government. Spacious, sienna-coloured two-storied houses lined the streets, flanked by geometrical squares of platform and road. As he reached the newly-constructed bungalow blocks near Manekshaw Centre, he parked his cycle inside. His pace quickened, and the December chill failed to deter the handsome, easygoing sixteen-year-old from the bold move he was about to deploy, for the sake of his love.

As he walked further on to enter the block where Ruchi lived, that night’s incident flashed in front of his eyes.

"It’s New Year, yaar! Ek kiss toh banta hai. C’mon dude, don’t be such a ninny. Ask her for a kiss!"

That’s how his friends had egged him right before the clock struck twelve on 31st December. The house party was on in full swing. It was a close group of friends grooving to the music and having fun. Anuj mustered the courage and walked up to Ruchi.

You... you look lovely, Ru. I just can’t take my eyes off you. Your eyes and your sweet smile make me go so wild— he paused to see her beautiful eyes open wide and her lips tremble.

I... want to kiss you, he blurted out, finally. Can we make this New Year’s night a special one? he asked giving voice to the desire that had been throbbing within him for a while now.

Huh? she looked at him in disbelief, as if unsure of what she had just heard. Ruchi was not only his girlfriend, but also his closest friend. She was a bold, beautiful girl who had no qualms about articulating her opinion.

No, Anuj. I have told you many times that I’m not comfortable yet, she said looking determined. Yet her face had traces of guilt as though she was aware of depriving him of something he had been lovingly seeking.

I am sorry but I need time!

Yet again, rejected!

Anuj was filled with the familiar feeling of dejection.

Our sub-juniors are planning to lose their virginity tonight and here I am, begging for a kiss!

"What’s the big deal, huh Ruchi? It’s just a kiss! I know you want me to wait till you are ready. But it is New Year, yaar. I want my special gift tonight!" he sounded rather adamant.

Anuj, don’t create a scene. We are at a friends’ place, enjoying this party and having a good time. Let’s not talk about this now, okay? she cautioned him assertively, though there was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Please Ruchi, only once. You close your eyes, I will just touch your lips with mine for a second! He was almost begging her. I have been waiting for so long! I just want to feel your soft lips, saying this, he came closer to her.

His warm breath caressed her neck as she turned her face away. The night’s chill was making it difficult for him to move away from her. Her perfume, her soft glowing skin mixed with the spirit of New Year’s eve was a heady concoction, and fogged his mind beyond reasoning.

I can’t stop myself and I’m sure she will not be able to resist me tonight too.

He lifted his arms and held her tight as she arched backwards, clearly sensing his intention.

His girlfriend’s gorgeous face was a mere inches away from his. His heart pounded hard, clouding his judgment. He wanted to give her a tight hug to settle all her insecurities before giving her the pleasure of her first kiss. And his as well. Oh, it was truly going to be a special night!

I love you truly and madly, Ruchi. I’m crazy about you! God, I want to kiss you all over your face. I... I just can’t stop myself!

Anuj was overwhelmed with desire and was about to plant a kiss on her pink lips, when it happened!

Thaaap!

The sound of a tight slap reverberated in the air and Anuj’s right cheek exploded in pain.

Placing a pale hand on his chest, Ruchi pushed him away with all her might and Anuj almost fell on the floor.

Anuj’s dazed mind was rudely awakened at this unexpected and fierce opposition from Ruchi. He sat still on the floor, gazing at her in shock. She looked furious! The sound of the tight slap drew the attention of his friends standing nearby, adding to his embarrassment.

That’s when Ruchi’s stern voice boomed, No means no!

v

Shaking off his thoughts of the disastrous New Year’s Eve party, Anuj walked close to the guard standing at the small gate. The guard recognized his familiar face and acknowledged him with a smile. He had seen Anuj many times at General Sherawat’s house and knew that he was Ruchi’s friend.

"Ruchi madam ke ghar jaana hai," Anuj said before hurriedly wishing the guard a happy new year." He walked towards the bungalow, all the while checking his phone for a reply from Ruchi. He had been constantly messaging her from the moment she had left the party, but she had not replied to any of his messages.

After arriving at the bungalow, he stood in the shadow of a tree to avoid unwanted attention from the security guards who patrolled the lane. He looked down at his phone again, but there was only a cold empty space under all his apologies. Even the blue ticks to indicate she had read them were absent. Out of desperation, he started sending her voice messages justifying his act.

Ruchi, you cannot be so adamant. Think about me also, na? What wrong did I do? I mean... just look at it from my point of view. I just asked for one kiss. It’s not a crime! Don’t be like this, Ruchi. I am sure you will also like it. Everyone does. Others have done far too many things; it’s only a kiss I’m asking for!

As Anuj touched the send button on his phone, from the corner of his eye he noticed a car entering the bungalow diagonally opposite Ruchi’s house. To his dismay, its headlights exposed him, making him visible to the guards. He hid behind the tree and waited to see if Ruchi had checked his message, but in vain.

As he was trying to send another voice note, he saw a security guard walking towards him. Panic struck. He wanted to avoid any unwanted ruckus at such a late hour. He slowly turned around and started walking, with an eye on the guard. To his shock, the guard started walking swiftly towards him.

The night is becoming messier by the hour! I got slapped in front of my friends, Ruchi hates me, and now I am standing in front of her house like a beggar. I can’t let it get worse with these guards chucking me out! Run!

He quickened his pace when a voice called out.

"Oo Sirji…madam is calling you, the guard, as if understanding his predicament, announced the purpose of the chase. They both slowed down. He approached Anuj, patted his shoulder, and spoke in an assuring voice, Madam is calling you to her house. Please come with me."

Finally! After umpteen messages and calls, he sighed in relief.

The guard was puzzled, You said something? Madam just noticed you and asked me to call you to her house.

Anuj smiled and said, Nothing. Let’s go.

He knew how difficult it was to pacify Ruchi.

She sent the guard to fetch me, so it seems she has cooled down now, he thought.

Nearing Ruchi’s house, Anuj thought to himself, I better not cross the line now. Control Anuj, control. Don’t let your cheesy behaviour put our one year relationship at risk.

The guard crossed Ruchi’s house and kept walking ahead. Anuj immediately stopped him, But madam’s house is this way, he pointed to Ruchi’s room on the first floor.

Not that madam, you were called to this house, the guard pointed at the bungalow opposite Ruchi’s. Anuj was startled. He had no idea who lived there. He couldn’t fathom that there was anyone who knew him in this retired army generals’ quarters.

Walking to the gate, he recognised the car parked. It was the one whose headlights had exposed him.

Shit... looks like I might be in trouble.

Please go inside and wait in the hall, the guard instructed and walked away.

Stepping