THE COLLEGE LIFE -- A LOVE STORY PART 4

I am back with another part of a love story named A COLLEGE LIFE

please read part 1 2 and 3 of the story on the given link to understand the story better

PART 1
https://steemit.com/lovestory/@incredibleashish/the-college-life-a-love-story

PART 2

https://steemit.com/lovestory/@incredibleashish/the-college-life-a-love-story-part-2

PART 3
https://steemit.com/lovestory/@incredibleashish/the-college-life-a-love-story-part-3

Lectures were over and we were given a study leave or PL as we called it. But I still had to give the submissions. It was already mid-November. Exams were declared for December 7. I was writing all the assignments for Riya and me. Riya was also helping me out. We had classes almost every evening. It was difficult for us to meet now since our classes were different. Therefore, we decided to bunk classes and meet in the evenings. The syllabus had been almost covered. Not many important topics remained. We decided to meet in central garden near our class. Not everyday, but every alternate day atleast.

The central garden was one of the most famous grounds in central Mumbai. During the daytime, kids played cricket and football. Mostly cricket. And it became a lover’s point in the evening after sunset. Couples used to hang around and sit close to each other. People who used to walk on the roadside could not see anything on the ground clearly due to the darkness.That allowed couples to indulge in anything they wanted.

We decided to meet there at around 6.30 pm. She came by rickshaw from Aerol, Navi Mumbai. She was wearing a black top that revealed her cleavage and a long white skirt. I was blown away by her outfit. She gave me a naughty smile. We went to the ground and we sat there and talked. I asked her about her family and where she had studied earlier.

‘Ameya, my brother, studies in St. Xavier’s, Aerol. He is currently in class7. We shifted here a few years back due to my father’s business. I do not have many friends here, just three to four, out of which one is from our college. The rest are from my neighbourhood. Actually I really hate staying in Aerol. But I do not have any other option. I got admission in this college through management quota. It’s a boring life here in Aerol. Western Mumbai was much better. We used to have lots of fun there. All my friends are there. We used to go shopping, watch movies, and had an awesome life there. But due to dad’s business in Navi Mumbai we had to shift.’

‘Okay. Then I must thank your dad for taking the decision to settle here in Aerol. If he had not taken that decision, we would not have been sitting together like this.’
She smiled and I kissed her forehead. She asked me about my family.
‘I have one sister, Ketki. She is very sweet. We have the same bonding that you share with your brother. My family is very frank with me. My dad is an engineer and works on ships. He stays away for 2 months and then is on leave for 2 months. My mom works in a government office. It’s a normal life. Nothing special. Nevertheless, I love my family a lot. They mean a lot to me.’

‘Do you smoke?’ she asked me.

‘Sometimes. Not a chain smoker. To be frank, I smoked my first cigarette around two months back with Sameer and Anup. I had never smoked before that. I don’t drink though.’

‘You never told me that you smoke. You should have told me.’

‘Jaan, I don’t smoke regularly.’ I went close to her. I kissed her on the lips. Maybe it was the right time to kiss her to avoid a fight on smoking. It was better than the first kiss. This time it was more passionate. It was dark. No one around. I looked around and saw the place vacant. She held me closely as I kissed her. She opened two buttonsof my of shirt and slipped her hands inside. It brought shivers down my body. My hands went inside her top and squeezed her breasts. She moaned in pleasure. I really thought our relationship was moving too fast. Six days after the proposal and we were at the centre of the ground in the dark. Was it a decent thing to do?

But I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t care. I continued cuddling her,kissing her. She put her tongue deep inside my mouth.
‘Jaan, go easy. We are in a public space,’ I cautioned.
‘I want to give you a love bite which is visible to everyone so that other girls will know that you’re taken and that they should stay away from you.’
‘Why will a girl come close to me? I am always with you. How can I go to someone else?’
‘Still I want the world to know that you are mine. Just mine. And no one can get you now. I love you. Love you a lot. You are my kid. My bachcha. My Mr Perfect.’
‘Okay jaan. Then let me give you a love bite too.’
I gave her a bite below her neck until she moaned in pleasure.
‘Now no one will come close to you too. I can’t see you with someone else. Please never ever leave me. I am all yours now.’
After some time, we left for home. I had my dinner and I called her up.

‘Hey, let’s meet tomorrow at the same time. We won’t go to class, alright?.’ ‘Aadi… do you want to fail and get a KT?’ In Mumbai University, if we fail in one subject, we call it a KT, i.e. ‘keep term’ where we are given the option of reappearing in the failed exam.
‘No I want you. I will wait for you.’

I hung up. I knew she would come. She never let it show that she needed me but I knew. She was wearing my favourite red top and skirt. We had pani puri and sat on the ground like the previous day. She was driving me crazy with her touch. I was rolling my fingers all over her body. She told me she had worn bikini panties underneath her skirt. I had told her once that it was my fantasy to see her in them. But I did not cross my limits. It was not the right time.

‘Is this your first time with a girl?’

I could feel myself getting aroused. What was going to happen next? She was not the first girl I had touched. Should I tell her the truth or should I hide it?

‘What happened bachchu, answer me?’

I somehow took control of my nerves and said ‘no’.

She gave me a big smile.
‘What happened?’ I asked her.
‘I knew it jaan. The way you touched me. The way you kissed me. I knew I was not the first girl in your life.’

‘I wanted to tell you this on the first day. But I never got a chance to do so. You are right. You are not the first girl in my life. But I never crossed my limits with any girl. Trust me’

I hoped she would trust me. I was afraid of losing her.

‘Yes, I do trust you. I am not fighting with you, I am not upset. I knew this the very first day when you kissed me. But I thought you would tell this to me someday yourself. But you didn’t.’
‘Sorry jaan, I thought I might lose you. And I can’t afford to lose you. I amreally sorry.’

She smiled and hugged me. I almost cried at that moment. She kissed my eyes. I could not believe she loved me so much that she forgave me in a few minutes. I had started loving her more. I gave her a sweet kiss on her cheeks.
‘Can I ask you one thing?’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘You said you knew I was with a girl earlier by the way I kissed. But how?
If I am the first person in your life, how did you know these things? I mean the kiss must have been your first time too. Then how could you…’

‘Who said you are the first? I never said that, jaan.’
‘You mean you were in a relationship earlier? But during the truth or dare game, you had said that you loved only your brother. Am I right?’
‘I didn’t want to open up in front of everybody, but yes, I’ve been in a relationship before in junior college. It lasted for just 4 months. He was a Christian. I never liked his family. I do not know the reason why he broke up with me. But I do not care now. I love you and nothing else matters. I was thrashed. I was broken into pieces when I heard her say this. She had lied to me.

I hadn’t done anything different. I had lied too. I just didn’t tell her I had been in a relationship before. Did it mean I was not the first person to touch her? Did it mean I was not the first person to slip my hand in her top? Or did it mean she would leave me too? I did not care if someone had touched her. I loved her and that was enough for me. I loved her more than anything else in the world. But I still felt she should have told me.
‘Don’t worry, jaan. I will always be with you. I will never leave you,’ I said.

She put my head in her lap. I tried to think about our present and future. I smiled at her and kissed her eyes. Our relationship had turned even more pure than before. Now everything was transparent. I was happy she had told me the truth. I was also a little upset because I couldn’t imagine seeing her with someone else. I just loved her too much. We did not speak a word and left just looking in each other’s eyes. Our relationship had moved one step ahead though I still felt it was moving forward too rapidly. Now I couldn’t live without her. But there was one question I still wanted an answer to but didn’t know how to ask—Was she really a virgin? What if she was not? Would it affect my love for her?

I don’t think so! It was more than just virginity now. We had shared an emotional bonding with each other.

After a few minutes together, we left for our respective homes. As soon as I reached home, I got the best possible SMS from her.

I love the way you look at me, your eyes so naughty and mischievous.
I love the way you kiss me, your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me happy, and the way you show your care for me.
I love the way you say, ‘I Love you’,
And the way you are always there. I love the way you touch me, always sending chills down my spine. I love that you are with me, and glad that you are mine… I will never leave you my bachcha…
Does a mother ever leave her child alone? You are my cute little bachcha. I am missing your touch. I am looking at the love bite in the mirror. I wish it was permanent. You are very sweet. I am missing your kiss. I want to get close to you. You rock. I wonder why I met you so late in life. Anyways you are mine. Forever now. And dare you leave me. Miss you…muauaahhh…
Love you too, I messaged back.
She would always tell me to send her a long SMS that she could read again and again when I was not around. But I could never write long messages.
She sent me a reply saying: I want a long SMS. Otherwise I won’t talk to you.
Girls are beyond my comprehension. They need to have whatever their heart desires. If we don’t listen to them, they start with their emotional drama. I had to do it. I had no other option left. I opened my inbox and searched for a love SMS. I got one that was good enough to be sent. I started editing it as per my requirement. I added a few things and sent it to her. That made her really happy. She did not even realize it was a forwarded SMS. Girls are so foolish.

But we boys love them as they are. I did love her a lot. And I was willing to to do anything to make her smile. One cute SMS had made her happy. It said,

Many a times we lose our special ones because we are unable to tell them how special they are. This SMS is especially to tell my special one that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I never want to lose you. You are the one who makes me shiver every time you touch me. Every night I stay up late to talk to you. I love you a lot jaan. And I can honestly say it will remain like this foreover. Miss you. Love you. Muaah…
‘Aadi… wake up. Some rickshaw driver is here to see you,’ mom said waking me up.
‘What rickshaw driver?’ I asked.
I then rememberd the rickshaw driver in whose auto I had lost my folder. I got up quickly and went to the hall. He was sitting there having a cup of tea. I thanked him for his kindness. I saw my folder and then realized Riya had written her name on it as well.

Riya Aditya.

Moreover, she had written her cell number on it. The driver said he had called her up on that number and she had given him my address. I was so glad to see my folder. I had written just 20 assignments until now. But Riya’s number had saved us.

In all this process, I had forgotten all about mom! She wanted to know who Riya was and why her name was on my folder. I really hoped the driver had not told her anything about that day. About whatever we had done in the rickshaw. After having a cup of tea, he left.

‘Who is Riya? Why is her name on your folder?’

‘Mom, she is my friend and she is slightly mad. She does all these sort of silly things. She wrote her name and cell number just for fun.’
‘Don’t tell me she is just a friend. If she is just a friend, what were you doing with her in the rickshaw?’

Oh my God! I was gone. I was numb. I did not know what to say. Did that driver tell my mom what we did? Bloody idiot! It would have been better if I had to write 50 more assignments than face this scene.
‘I did nothing.’
‘You went with her to R Mall. Why? What’s going on between the two of you?’ mom asked angrily.
‘Wait, I am calling her right now,’ mom said. She took her cellphone and dialled her number.
I wanted to send her an SMS saying don’t pick up, but I could not. What will be Riya’s reaction? I hoped my mom wouldn’t get angry with her. What will she think about my mom?
‘Hello, this is Aditya’s mom. Thanks beta for telling that rickshaw driver the address.’
I wish I could hear what she was saying. I was carefully observing the expressions on my mom’s face.
‘What were you two doing in R Mall? Just the two of you?’
If I had consulted an astrologer, he would have surely said I would die in 10 minutes. This was unreal man.
‘Are you sure there is nothing between you two?’
No way. No way could I survive. I was sure Riya would have panicked.
‘This should not happen again. Okay. Bye.’
What should not happen again? Did she mean kisses? Did she mean we should never be alone together? I wanted to call Riya to enquire what had happened. What had she told my mom?
‘I dare you to repeat this thing again. Grow up and concentrate on studies. Exams are only 20 days away.’
‘I know, mom. Please don’t irritate me. I know what to do and what not to do.’ I went into my room and called up Riya.
‘Hey, what happened? What were you saying to my mom?’
‘Don’t worry jaan.Why do you get tensed so easily? Chill, yaar. I have handled everything. I told her we were not alone in R Mall. We went alone but our friends were waiting for us in the mall. I reached the station late and because I didn’t know the address, you waited for me and we reached the mall together. Okay? Now smile. Love you.’
‘Oh God! You saved me. I thought you would panic. You are the best. How can you be so good all the time?’
‘It’s your love which makes me good all the time. Miss you. See you in college. Wait near Priyanka Hotel. I will reach around 10.45 am, okay? Bye’ We had to reach college by 11 pm to get our few assignments checked. We did it in an hour or so and I asked Riya where to go.
‘Let’s go to Grant Lane, Vashi. It will be fun. I will show you a nice place. Mini Chowpatty. Even I have not gone there. Only heard of it. Let’s give it a try.’
‘Hmm…Ya lets go by bus.’
We started walking towards the bus depot. It was in sector 4, not far from my college. She had made fried rice for me. I must say she is a superb cook.
We got a seat to sit in the bus. Grant Lane was about 15 kilometres away from college. As the bus left the depot, I told her to open her lunch box. I was desperate to have something cooked by her. She started feeding me with a spoon.
‘Liked it?’
‘Jaan, you are awesome. You are an angel. My pari. You can do anything in this world. Can’t you?’
‘No, I can just love you and that is more than enough for me,’ She said playing with my hair.
‘Why do you love me so much? Am I really worth it?’
‘Yes sweety, you are the only person worthy of it. I also don’t know why I love you. But I really care for you. I love to be with you. I love to play with your hair. I love the way you look at me. The innocence in your eyes brings me closer to you. You have a nice heart. You do not hide any thing from me. You are honest. I love this. And the way you proposed to me, I can never forget that in my life.’
‘Can anyone propose to you like I did?’
She did not say anything. She just came close to me and gave me a sweet kiss on my neck. That said it all. No one could separate us now. Colours mixed once cannot be separated again. Our relationship was like those colours. It could not be separated.

We reached Grant Lane, Vashi depot. We got into a rickshaw. Mini Chowpatty was hardly 5 minutes away. It was a quiet place. We had come to this place for the first time. We saw a few couples and some boys playing there. It was all very romantic. It was a big area. It had a lake. That’s why I thought it was called Mini Chowpatty. It had two gardens in front of the lake. They were well maintained. They had nice places for couples to sit. There were trees at the back and a nice lawn. We saw small huts at the back of the lakes. It was far away still we could see couples hanging out in those huts. It was really a romantic place. We loved it. There was a stall of Chinese food also. I found the place the best one to hang out with a girlfriend. Moreover, there were no street boys who passed lewd comments at women. Therefore, it was not a cheap place either. The biggest advantage was there were no residential buildings beside it.
‘Riya, this is an awesome place. We will come here regularly. What you think? Do you like it?
‘Yes, I love this place. It is so quiet here. So romantic.’
We sat in the garden and looked at the view. I put my head on her lap and slept. She was playing with my hair. I was looking into her eyes and she into mine. She started playing with my eyelids. Each time she touched me, it felt like she was touching me for the first time. It was so sensual. It made me smile. She kissed me on my forehead. I was really enjoying each moment with her. I wanted to give her all the happiness that I could. I was satisfied with my life after meeting Riya. I never realized when I fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was still looking at me and stroking my face. ‘Jaan,
when did I doze off? Why didn’t you wake me up?’ I got up and sat beside her.
‘I was looking at you. You slept for almost 20 minutes. And I lived my life in these 20 minutes looking at you. I can tell you where each small black spot is on your face and on your neck. You look so cute when you sleep.
Therefore, I did not wake you up. Love you.’
‘Love you too.’
For some strange reason she used to like my neck. She would always kiss it. She used to put her hand around it gently and say it was hers. Only she had the right to touch it. ‘What’s there to like in it?’ I would ask her. But she never told me the reason. I knew she was different from other girls. Crazy is the right word. ‘Riya. I am going to teach you computer programming now’ ‘Aadi…please….I don’t want to study now. I want to talk to you. Please Aadi.’ ‘Stop it Riya. Exams are getting close and this subject is a little tricky.’

I forced Riya to sit on the grass and open her books. She never loved studying. Nobody does. Even I did not. But we had to study since exams were getting closer. I started teaching her the basics of programming—command, directories etc. After explaining the same concept to her a dozen times, she would still say she had not understood a word. But I wouldn’t give up until I had taught her a few basic things.
Since it was late in the evening, we decided to come home by train instead of bus since that was a safer option. It was already 8 pm. Riya got down from the train at Aerol and I continued my journey back home. Each day with her was like honey. Sweeter and sweeter. I never thought I could love anyone so much.

When I reached home, I was greeted by an angry mother on the door.
‘Why are you so late? Were you with Riya?’ mom asked me angrily.
‘Mom, I had told you I had class. Didn’t I?
‘I thought you bunked and went to the Mall.’
‘Mom you are too much. Give me something to eat now and let me sleep.’ How do mothers know everything about their sons? I couldn’t hide anything from her. My eyes and expressions would say it all. However, somewhere I knew she liked Riya.

Sleepless Nights

Submission time is the worst time in engineering. It gets worse if your attendance is low. I knew my attendance was low in Chemistry. I had to submit two experiments as well. I was worried as to what would the response of the teacher be when she came to know about my attendance and experiments. She anyway did not have a good impression about me.

By the time I reached college, the submissions had started. I went to the Chemistry teacher and told her about my status in the subject.
She smiled and said, ‘No problem child, its okay. Come next year for
submission. Why you want to do it so early. Enjoy yourself for a year and then come for submissions.’ I almost had tears in my eyes. I requested her to accept my submissions.

However, she was firm in whatever she said. Riya too was not with me. She was busy with her submission elsewhere. I wanted her near me. Her support meant a lot to me. I called her up. She was busy in the BEE lab. I was standing outside the Chemistry lab waiting for the teacher’s opinion to change. But she remained firm in her descision and told me to leave. I left the Chemistry lab and went to give all the other submissions which went off smoothly. Riya had finished her submissions by then.

‘Is your submission over?’ she asked me.

‘No, only Chemistry remains. She is not accepting my file. My attendance is low and I have to check two experiments as well.’
‘It’s okay. Let me go talk to her. I might be able to convince her to accept your submission after all, she knows me very well.’ Saying that, Riya started walking towards the Chemistry lab.
The teacher saw Riya outside the lab and called her inside. I followed her into the classroom.
‘Riya, is there any problem?’ she asked while writing something on the attendance sheet. ‘Ma’am, his experiments are to be checked. Please can you do it?’ ‘No I won’t. Look at his attendance. It’s just 42 percent. If it was above 50 percent, I would have thought of it. But as per the rules, it’s impossible now.’
I was looking at Riya. She told me to relax.
‘Ma’am, please. I promise you he won’t repeat this mistake again the next semester. Please ma’am. I give you the assurance he won’t repeat this mistake again. If he does, you can cancel my submission.’
‘Riya, what’s this? You are a nice girl. Why do you hang out with boys like him?’
Bloody hell. What does she mean by that? I would have abused her there itself but I was quiet as I wanted my submissions over. I pleaded with her myself and gave her the assurance that I would be regular in classes for the next semester.
‘Riya, I am doing this only for you. You were nice the entire semester and I do not want you to be upset and let that affect your examination. Aditya, you should be thankful to her. Give me your file.’
Finally the submissions was done. I would have screwed my first year if it was not for Riya.
Riya was a sweetheart. I could not have expected more from her. She did what no one else could have done. My first year would have been ruined if Riya had not convinced the Chemistry teacher. She had the power of convincing anyone. I was the best example. Her innocence while explaining things could convince anyone. I had just one word for her—sweetheart.

‘Riya thanks, I would have failed if….’
‘Just thanks? You owe me a party. Thanks will not do.’
‘Okay fine. I don’t have cash now. I will treat you after a few days. I will take you to a movie. Is it fine?’
‘Yes. Perfect’ she said kissing my lips softly.
‘Are you crazy? We are in the college.’

I looked around to see if someone had seen us. We were in the passage of the college near the canteen. It was at the back of the college where generally no one came. I was relieved to know that no one was around.
‘I don’t care. Your lips are mine. I can touch them whenever I want. I don’t have to take permission from you.’ Riya kissed me again. I did not argue this time and gave in to her demand.

We went back home. I did not say anything to my parents about my submission. I just went to my room and switched on the computer. Orkutting was my favourite timepass. I used to check Riya’s scraps occasionally just to keep an eye on her. I was possessive about her. She was no different. We were happy in each other’s company. We did not want anyone to know that we were together.

I remembered I had to take her out for a movie. I checked on the Cinemax website to check which movies were being screened. They were all thirdgrade. We had decided to watch a movie on Saturday. Till then, I would get some pocket money from my parents. She came online shortly.

Riya: ‘Hey, which movie shall we watch?’
Me: ‘Don’t know. Let’s decide once we reach there. Are you excited?’
Riya: ‘Excited? What for? Didn’t get you?’
Me: ‘Forgot what we did the last time in the theatre?’
Riya: ‘Stop it. Love you.’
Me: ‘Blushing? I want to see you blushing. Shall I make you blush more?’
Riya: ‘No need to see me blushing. How will you make me blush more?’
Me: ‘By doing something more than what I did that day. I want you to be just mine. I want you just for me. Even you can do what you want. Love you a lot. Miss you. Eat dinner properly. See you on Saturday. Wear a skirt. If possible, bring fried rice for me.’

I logged out. I wanted the entire day to be special. I was carrying a small gift for her from Archies. I also took a few chocolates for her. I knew how much she loved chocolates. On Saturday morning, we met outside her house at 11 am. We reached Cinemax in a few minutes. We checked the show timings. There was not even a single good movie. Ultimately, we took the tickets for Home Delivery. The show began at 1 pm.

We went to Pizza Hut. I ordered one spicy veggie pizza and a coke.
‘Jaan I have two surprises for you. You will love them.’
‘Seriously? What are they? Please show me.’
‘Not now. You will have to wait for it.’ I showed her the packet. She was excited because she loved surprises.
‘Even I have one surprise for you,’ Riya said pointing at her bag. It made me so excited that I almost grabbed her bag. But she did not allow me to open it just then. I gave her the wrapped box of chocolates and told her to open it. As she saw chocolates, she pinched my cheeks hard. We shared the first choclate. Then I requested her to show what she had got for me. She handed a gift-wrapped box to me. I opened it to find that it contained a wrist watch!
‘God, this is really nice. From where did you get it?’
‘I noticed that you didn’t have a watch, so I thought I would get one for you. Thank God you like it.’
‘It’s your choice. How will I not like it?.’
Even though the watch was not branded, it was such a thoughtful present and showed how much she loved me.
‘Now show me what you have with you. Please. I am excited and want to see it.’
‘Not now dear. You will have to wait for sometime. But I promise it will be special.’
I wanted to give her that gift just before the movie started. We finished eating our pizza. I paid the bill and we left. There were still 30 minutes left for the movie to start. I asked Riya for her permisiion to smoke. She let me go take a puff. She always used to tell me to smoke within limit. She knew I smoked only occasionally. I went to the tapri, bought a pack, and lit a cigarette. We were sitting outside the theatre.
‘Why do you smoke?’she asked me out of the blue.
‘Why do you love me?’ I asked her back.

‘Because you are good looking, good natured, and you know how to make me happy.’
‘The same is the case with a cigarette. She looks nice in my hand and she knows how to make me happy.’ She laughed thinking I was joking. We went inside the theatre. Our seats were in the first row from top. The theatre was almost empty. We had no choice other than to watch this movie. I liked Ayesha Takia as an actress, so did not have any issues. Plus in trailers she had shown her wearing just one white long shirt in a scene. Nothing beneath. That would be exiting to watch. When the movie started, I removed the second surprise from my bag and put it in her hands. Her eyes shone with excitement. She was looking more beautiful than before. She opened it.

‘So sweet, it’s an awesome ring. Love you a lot. You are the best boyfriend in the world’ I put the ring on her ring finger. She hugged me immediately. It brought tears to her eyes. We had started loving each other to the extreme. She hugged me non-stop for the next 5 minutes. She kissed the ring. It was studded with a diamond. Not a real diamond, obviously. Just a fancy stone that looked like a diamond.

‘I will always wear it and whenever I miss you, whenever I am alone, I will kiss this ring. This way, I will always have you near me. Thanks for such a wonderful gift. You are my Mr Perfect. I was right. No one can take your place.’
I kissed her and brought her closer to me. She kissed my chest and neck. I had never seen her as happy as she was today. I started getting naughty with her and so did she. She reached over for some popcorn from the box on my lap and grabbed something else by mistake! Her touch felt good. She was conscious of her mistake but was also eager to see my reaction After reaching home, she sent me a text.

After today, I am all yours. You must be thinking you gave me two surprises in all, but you actually gave me three. The third one I can’t describe it to you, but its always precious for a girl. Think about it and you will realize what I’m talking about. Thanks for everything. I am kissing my ring at the moment. I am missing you more than ever today. It was the most beautiful day in my life. I have saved the date on my mobile. December 3. Love you jaan. Bye. Gn.

After thinking about it for 3 hours, I realized what she meant exactly. This made me love her more. I had taken a chance to propose to her. And today I was deeply in love with her. I could break all boundaries and go beyond my limits. We were made for each other.

It was time for night outs now. Hot coffees, songs on the radio, and some snacks. It was also time to study for the first semester exams. I had never studied earlier except for two subjects. Mechanics and Computer Programming. I was unaware of the syllabus of the other subjects. Exams were 4 days away. The first paper was Applied Mechanics. I had almost prepared for it but I still had to go through it once. It was around 2 am that I called Riya.
‘How much did you study?’
‘I am doing the Statics part. It’s a tough subject. I think I will get a back. I am sure I’ll get a KT,’ she replied.
‘Don’t worry and study. I will not disturb you anymore. Miss you.’
Saying that I kept the phone. I also called Sameer, Swapnil, and Anup to enquire about what they had studied. They were also studying statics. Since I was done with it, I started reading up on dynamics. I found mechanics easy though other students found it difficult.

‘So finally are you done with the preparations for the exam? When are you reaching college? I will be there at 10 am. I am so tensed. Let’s see what happens,’ said Swapnil over the phone.

‘I will be there at the same time. Almost done. Let’s see.’
I called Riya. Even she had finished studying. The golden figure of ‘40’ was what we all were aiming for.
Thirty minutes before the exam, Sameer was still cramming up. He used to read until the very end.
‘Oye topper, close the book,’ Swapnil teased him.
‘Shut up yaar. I can’t remember anything. I am going to screw this paper so badly.’
‘Oh God, if you are in such a situation after studying so much, what will happen to the likes of us?’
‘Stop it yaar, Swapnil. Please let me study.’
But he didn’t look up from his book. He was so engrossed in it that it looked like he was going through a porn magazine. Finally, we entered the classroom. I checked out which bench I had. I was wishing for the last or the second last bench. I saw my seat number on the bench. It was in the third row. Sameer got the first bench. My heartbeat increased. Swapnil had mini Xerox notes in his pocket. He was not worried. I never had the courage to carry any xeroxes with me. We were sitting on our respective benches and waiting for the professor to enter the classroom. We all wanted a new teacher as the invigilator so that we could copy from each other easily. However, When I saw Deshmukh sir enter the classroom, I knew it was all over. Now no one could copy. He handed over the question paper to us along with the answer sheets. He warned us that if someone was caught cheating, he would be thrown out of the classroom.

I was going over the question paper. I knew four questions out of seven. I started solving the sums. I glanced at Swapnil. He had his xerox under his answer paper. He was writing at rocket speed. It made me more nervous. I glanced at Sameer. He was sitting idle, playing with his pen. That lessened my nervousness a bit. I glanced at Riya. She was writing sincerely. That motivated me to give my best in the paper as well. I attempted questions worth almost 70 marks, Riya 60 and Swapnil, Anup, and Sameer attempted questions almost worth 80 marks. We were satisfied with our performance based on whatever we had studied.

The second paper was also easy. Applied Science. The third paper was Computer Programming. I had studied for it well and had got my basics right. Everyone decided to come to my home and study for the night. Anup and Riya did not come. I did not want Riya to come home as my mom was already suspicious about her. Anup’s parents did not allow him to go out at nights during exams. Sameer and Swapnil came home. We had dinner and started studying in my room.
We studied for a while. I taught them the basics of Programming.

Since I had taught Programming to Riya before, she was done with this subject. Swapnil made a cup of tea for us.
‘Hey Aadi, do you have a porn film?’ Swapnil asked me.
‘Are you crazy? We have exams in two days’ time and you want to play with your dick? Shut up and study,’ said Sameer.
He was a complete bookworm and was revising whatever I had taught him so far. At the end, Swapnil convinced me to show him a porn film. I had small collection stacked in a secret drawer in my closet.
‘Wow, she is so hot. Sameer look at her. What a shape she has!’ Swapnil said pointing to one CD with a girl in a bikini on the cover.
‘You go ahead and watch this while I go out and smoke.’ Sameer had made his point.
‘It helps your mind relax. After watching this, I can study with a refreshed mind,’ Swapnil answered.
I also preferred to smoke over nude girls. It’s not that we both were impotent or gay. But smoking gave us much more pleasure than watching porn. I believed we were at such an age that we should be doing it practically,
not watching others do it. Swapnil said it was fun when no one was at home and you are studying late nights.

Tea, books, friends, porn films, cigarettes, and some studying in-between. The next day, we sat for the Computer Programming exam. It was the worst paper I had ever given.
I looked at Swapnil’s face. He gave me a smile. That made me more nervous. I looked at Sameer. He gave me a smile too for a change this time. It was like I was having a nervous breakdown. I looked at Anup. He was also writing. Heart failure. I looked at Riya. She was on her second page. I was dead. Three hours were spent looking at everyone’s faces. I had attempted questions worth just 50 marks and was sure to fail.
‘I screwed it up. I will fail. Sure kt,’ I said to Riya after the exam.
‘Jaan, don’t worry. I know you will clear it,’ assured Riya even though she seemed worried.
‘Yes, maybe. Don’t know. But I am sure of getting a KT.’ It was angry. I was the one who had taught everyone else what programming was and what computer language was. And today, I was standing outside the exam hall cursing myself.

My mind said, Welcome to engineering. Be ready for the worst.

The person who taught was about to fail and whoever he taught were about to pass.

I looked at Riya. She was talking to a few other friends and seemed least bothered. For the first time I felt like I was alone. I was hurt by her indifference towards me.

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