A Shy Man with Full of Lust...
Arjun was the kind of man people forgot within minutes of meeting. He wasn't unpleasant or awkward—just quiet enough to disappear in a crowd. In office meetings, he sat in the corner, taking notes no one asked for. In family gatherings, he nodded politely at relatives who barely remembered his name. He lived in the background of every scene, like a shadow stitched into the corner of life's canvas.
But behind that silence lived a storm no one could imagine.
Arjun's world was made of stolen glances, unspoken words, and desires locked so tightly he sometimes felt suffocated. He wasn't a saint—far from it. Every time a woman smiled at him, even if it was just a polite courtesy, his heart raced. Every time he saw a couple holding hands in public, something burned deep inside him—jealousy, longing, and shame all tangled into one unbearable knot.
At twenty-nine, he had never been in love, never been kissed, never even dared to confess his feelings to anyone. His shyness wasn't just fear of rejection—it was fear of being exposed. What if someone discovered how much he wanted, how much he dreamed, how much lust lived in the quiet corners of his heart?
At night, when the world went silent, Arjun wrestled with himself. He lay awake in his small one-room apartment, staring at the ceiling fan as it hummed endlessly above him. His imagination painted pictures he was too ashamed to describe, scenes of passion he would never dare attempt in reality. His body craved touch, warmth, intimacy, but his mind chained him with whispers: You're too awkward. Too ordinary. No woman would ever want you.
The cruelest part was that no one knew. To his colleagues, he was the polite man who always finished his work on time. To his neighbors, he was the boy who avoided eye contact in the elevator. To his family, he was the son who never argued, never caused trouble. They admired his quietness without realizing it was a prison.
Sometimes, while walking home from work, Arjun watched the world around him with a heavy chest. Lovers laughed together at tea stalls. College students clung to each other's arms, bold and carefree. Even strangers on buses seemed more alive than him, their voices loud, their smiles fearless. He longed to belong to that world but didn't know how to step into it.
And so, every day, he continued to wear his mask—the mask of a man who wanted nothing, who asked for nothing. But deep inside, a restless hunger clawed at him, louder and more dangerous with each passing night.
He didn't know it yet, but life was preparing to test him. His world of silence and hidden lust was about to collide with someone who would see through him, someone who would force him to confront the parts of himself he had kept buried for too long.
And that collision was waiting just beyond the thin wall of his apartment.
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