I am Ishrat.
One evening, as we sat wrapped in shawls near Scandal Point, the cold wind gently blowing, Sadab turned to me and said, "Ish, this is the best celebration ever. Thank you for bringing me here."
I leaned my head on his shoulder and whispered, "This is my promise coming true, Sadu. We studied hard, we passed, and now we're making memories together."
The hills were silent around us, only the sound of distant laughter and soft music from the mall floating in the air. Sadab stayed quiet for a moment, then looked at me with those warm brown eyes that always made my heart skip.
"Ish," he said softly, his voice a little nervous, "Will you give me the gift you promised… tonight?"
My cheeks burned instantly. I felt a rush of heat even in the cold Shimla air. I knew exactly what he meant. I had hinted during our planning that on this trip I wanted to give him something very special — something I had never given anyone before. My most precious thing.
I blushed deeply, unable to meet his eyes at first, but then I nodded slowly. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
The night came sooner than I expected. After dinner, we walked back to the hotel holding hands, the street lights casting long shadows on the quiet road. When we entered the room, I noticed something different — this time it was a single bedroom with one big double bed, soft yellow lighting, and the curtains gently swaying from the mountain breeze. The hotel staff must have changed it while we were out. My heart started beating very fast.
Sadab closed the door behind us and locked it. The room felt warmer than outside, but I still shivered a little — not from cold, but from nervousness and excitement mixed together.
He came closer and held my hands gently. "Ish… are you sure?" he asked, his voice caring and soft. "We don't have to if you're not ready."
I looked at him and smiled shyly. "I'm sure, Sadu. I want this to be our special memory. You've been so good to me. This is my gift to you… my first time."
We sat on the edge of the bed for a while, talking quietly, laughing nervously, and sharing small kisses that made everything feel less scary. He was gentle with me, whispering sweet things like "You're beautiful, Ish" and "I'll be careful." I trusted him completely.
That night, in that cozy single bedroom in Shimla, with the cold wind blowing outside and the warm blanket covering us, I gave Sadab my most precious thing — my virginity. It was a little painful at first, but mostly it was full of love, closeness, and tenderness. We held each other tightly afterwards, breathing together, feeling closer than ever before.
I didn't regret it. In that moment, wrapped in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, I felt like we had crossed into a new chapter of our young love — innocent yet deep, careful yet passionate.
The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the curtains. Sadab kissed my forehead and said, "Thank you for trusting me, Ish. This will always be our beautiful secret."
We spent the remaining days in Shimla even more attached, stealing more kisses and making more memories, but always remembering to be responsible and safe.
That night in Shimla became one of the most special nights of my life — the night I gave my precious gift to the boy I loved.
And just like that, our Class 10 celebration trip turned into something even more meaningful.