I am Ishrat.
Class 11 went surprisingly well for both of us. Despite all the secret "study sessions" that often turned into passionate moments, we stayed focused enough on our books. We helped each other with notes, revised together, and somehow managed to score good marks in the final exams — I got 89% and Sadab scored 85%. Our parents were proud, and once again they allowed us to celebrate with a short trip.
This time we chose Manali. The cool hills, apple orchards, and snowy peaks felt like the perfect escape after months of hard work.
But I knew Sadab's mind was not just on the beautiful scenery. From the moment we boarded the bus from Lucknow, his eyes kept wandering over me with that hungry look I had come to recognise. He wanted more than just romantic walks and sightseeing — he wanted me, again and again.
As soon as we reached the hotel in Manali after the long journey, Sadab didn't wait. Right in the lobby, in front of the staff and a few other guests, he suddenly scooped me up in his arms like a bride. I gasped in surprise, my face turning bright red with embarrassment as people stared and smiled. "Sadu… put me down!" I whispered, but he only grinned and carried me straight to our room, kicking the door open with his foot.
The moment the door closed behind us, everything changed. From that afternoon until the next full day, except for the times we stepped out briefly to eat, Sadab barely let me leave the bed. He fucked me almost continuously — on the bed, against the wall, even in the small balcony when the night air turned cold. He didn't use a condom any of the times. I could feel him coming inside me again and again, warm and deep. I lost count of how many times he finished inside me. Sometimes it was quick and urgent, sometimes slow and intense, but he seemed insatiable, as if the mountain air had made him even more desperate for my body.
I was tired, a little sore, and overwhelmed, but I didn't stop him. A part of me enjoyed being wanted so badly, enjoyed the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. I let him take me whenever he wanted — morning, afternoon, late into the night, and again early the next morning.
By the second evening, when we finally stepped out for a short walk near the river, my legs felt weak and I could still feel the traces of him inside me. The scenic beauty of Manali was breathtaking — green valleys, flowing water, and distant snow-capped peaks — but Sadab's attention stayed mostly on me. He kept pulling me into quiet corners, kissing me deeply, and whispering how much he needed me.
I told myself it was because we were young and in love, that this wild celebration was just our way of enjoying freedom after doing well in exams. But deep inside, a small worry had started growing. We had been reckless — no protection, so many times in such a short period. Yet in those heated moments, surrounded by the beauty of Manali, I pushed the worry away and gave myself to him completely.
Our trip became less about the mountains and more about how many times he could have me. And I, Ishrat, let it happen — lost in the passion, the secrecy, and the thrill of being completely his.
Still, as we sat by the river on the last evening, holding hands and watching the sunset, I couldn't help but wonder what would come next if our luck ran out. For now, though, I rested my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the moment, even as his hand slowly wandered under my shawl again.