Chapter 4: Friends With (Too Many) Benefits
Arjun and I—strictly physical. Friends with benefits, nothing more. Six months ago, the straight guy I crushed on got a girlfriend, and I went to drown my sorrows at a bar. That’s where I met Arjun, also in a bad mood. Someone tried to spike his drink, so I did the decent thing and pulled him out. But he wasn’t so decent—he started making moves. I was bewitched by his looks, and before I knew it, we were in bed, clumsy and awkward at first, then wildly in sync.
Afterwards, we made the rules clear: no feelings, just bodies, once a week. We were surprisingly compatible—every meeting like trying to break the bed. It brought a strange comfort to my otherwise workaholic, lonely life. We never talked about work, never about family—just the present. For me, it was freedom, Indian-style: secret, delicious, borrowed. Now, knowing he’s my CEO, that freedom feels like a noose every time my phone buzzes. Unbelievable!