I am Ishrat.
After our beautiful and memorable trip to Shimla, Sadab and I returned to Lucknow with hearts fuller than ever. The summer break passed quickly, and soon we both joined Class 11 in the same school. We were in different sections, but that didn't stop us. We decided to study together almost every evening.
At first, it was innocent. We would meet at my house when my mother was at work or at his place when his parents were out. We spread our books on the table — Physics, Chemistry, Maths — and genuinely helped each other with tough chapters. But as weeks turned into months, our "study sessions" started including more than just books.
Many times, with the excuse of studying, we would end up alone in my room or his. The door would be locked, books would be pushed aside, and the closeness we had first discovered in Shimla would return. Sadab would pull me close, kiss me softly at first, and then things would get more intense. He fucked me on those afternoons — sometimes quickly and urgently when we had limited time, sometimes slowly and tenderly when we had the whole evening to ourselves.
I never said no. In fact, I looked forward to those secret moments. The thrill of doing something so private while pretending to study made everything more exciting. I would wear simple clothes — a loose kurti or t-shirt — knowing they would come off soon. He was always eager, whispering my name "Ish" as he moved on top of me, his hands exploring my body with familiarity now. The bed would creak softly, our breathing would get heavier, and for those few minutes, nothing else mattered — not the upcoming tests, not the fear of someone coming home early, only the pleasure and the deep connection we shared.
Afterwards, we would quickly fix our clothes, straighten the bedsheet, and go back to studying like nothing had happened. I would feel a mix of guilt and happiness — guilty because we were still so young and hiding it from everyone, but happy because I felt desired and loved by him.
Class 11 became a year of double life for me: the responsible student who scored well in internals, and the secret girlfriend who gave herself to Sadab whenever we found the chance. We were careful most of the time — using protection when we remembered — but the excitement of those stolen moments made our bond stronger, even if it was risky.
I told myself it was okay because we loved each other. But deep down, a small part of me wondered how long we could keep balancing studies and these secret physical encounters without anything going wrong.
Still, every time Sadab messaged "Come for study session today?" my heart would beat faster, knowing what it really meant. And I would always reply with a simple "Yes."
Our young love continued — passionate, hidden, and full of both books and bodies.