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Two young girls, Anika and Meera, lived in a small village between sprawling fields and old traditions. They had been best friends since childhood. Both were raised in families where love and intimacy were tied to marriage.
They had grown up hearing their mothers say, “Virginity is a precious gift for your husband, a symbol of purity and respect.” It was a belief passed down through generations, an unspoken rule that echoed in every family gathering and whispered prayer.
As they entered their late teens, they went to nearby towns for further study. Meera stood at just 5’2”, her presence warm and inviting like a soft breeze. At 19, she still carried the innocence of youth in her eyes. Her complexion had a gentle, whitish tone, with a small, charming mole resting above her upper lip.
Mole gave an unintentional invitation to notice her smile. Her long, silky hair flowed effortlessly down her back, moving with each step. She often left it loose. She has a dimple on her round face and chubby cheeks, which always seemed to carry a blush.
Though she carried a little extra weight, her figure was 34-28-36. She had a gentle, hourglass shape that spoke of both youth and softness. Meera was shy and reserved, preferring to watch from the sidelines. But there was a quiet strength in her, a desire to explore the world beyond her sheltered life.
Anika, on the other hand, was a striking contrast. At 19 and a little taller than Meera, standing at 5’3”. She possessed a fair, milky white complexion that seemed to glow under the sun’s rays. Her skin was smooth and delicate. Her cheeks, always chubby, dimpled when she broke into her wide, infectious smile.
Anika’s hair was jet black, tumbling down to her shoulders in loose waves. Her hair added a touch of wildness to her otherwise polished appearance. She had a slim but curvy frame, with measurements of 36-24-38. Her small waist and rounded hips gave her the silhouette of an African goddess but with fairer skin.
There was a playful confidence in the way she moved. Her laughter rang out freely, making her the life of any gathering. Anika held a depth that few saw—a fierce loyalty and protectiveness over her friends, especially Meera.
They settled themselves and started studying well. Slowly, they made more new friends and started enjoying the town life. The world around them changed completely in six months. Social media, movies, and new-age thinking clashed with the old values.
In the town, dating was becoming more common, and relationships more open. The conversations around love and intimacy are less hushed. Anika, the more traditional of the two, clung to the teachings of her upbringing. The idea of saving herself for her husband was something she had internalized deeply.
She believed that intimacy was a sacred connection. Sex is meant to be shared only within the sanctity of marriage. She often dreamed of her wedding day. Her heart was full of excitement. She knew she had saved herself as a special gift. It was all for the man she would marry.
Meera, however, was pulled in a different direction. She met Rohit, a charming, modern-thinking young man. He had grown up in the city. Rohit, at 22, had the determination and vigour of youth. Standing at 5’6”, he had a fair complexion with a hint of a healthy tan from his outdoor runs and gym sessions.
His short, dark hair was always neatly styled. He had a trimmed beard that framed his sharp jawline, adding a rugged touch to his otherwise studious look. Rohit’s athletic build was the result of disciplined weightlifting. He had broad shoulders and defined biceps that made his presence known.
He had a lean, well-maintained physique, the kind that spoke of hours at the gym. Though serious about his goals, Rohit had a laid-back charm among friends. His dry humour and easy smile make him approachable. He was particularly protective of Meera.
His focus on himself and his ambitions sometimes created a distance between them, a divide he often didn’t see. Rohit treated her with a respect that Meera had never experienced before. He opened her world to new ideas and experiences. Meera and Rohit’s relationship developed gradually over time.
Starting from casual study sessions at college to dancing at pubs and romance in the garden. Rohit admired Meera’s curiosity while she respected his patience and focus. They shared long conversations and walked together, deepening their bond.
Rohit noticed the small things about Meera and the way she opened up when she felt safe with him. One evening, Rohit gathered the courage to confess his feelings and be more than just friends. Though nervous, Meera accepted his proposal, admitting that she liked him too.
Their relationship shifted from that moment, becoming more affectionate and close. They continued to enjoy their study sessions and walks. They had a new understanding between them, embracing the warmth of being together as partners. They spent long evenings talking about life, love, and the future.
For Meera, the allure of exploring love and sex before marriage became harder to resist. Her feelings for Rohit deepened. One night, Meera and Anika sat together under the moonlight, sharing their thoughts. The conversation soon turned to the topic that had been lingering between them for months—intimacy.
“Anika, don’t you ever wonder what it’s like to share that closeness with someone before marriage?” Meera asked hesitantly. Her eyes reflected the silver light of the moon.
“Rohit says that waiting for marriage isn’t the only way to express love. He believes it’s about the connection, not a rule we were taught to follow.” Meera asked again.
Anika looked at her friend, her expression serious. “I understand, Meera, and I don’t judge you. But for me, it’s about keeping a promise to myself and the future. It’s not just about tradition. It’s about knowing that when I finally give that part of myself, it will be to someone who is committed to me forever.”
Meera sighed, her thoughts tangled between love and loyalty to tradition. “I respect that, Anika, but I think times are different now. Shouldn’t we be able to choose what feels right for us without feeling like we’ve done something wrong?”
Anika reached out and took Meera’s hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re right. It is your choice. But remember, intimacy is not just physical; it’s emotional, too. And sometimes, giving that part of yourself before a real commitment can change everything in ways you might not expect.”
Months passed, and the girls continued on their different paths. Anika remained true to her beliefs, keeping her promise to herself. While Meera decided to follow her heart with Rohit.
After a year of dating, Meera and Rohit’s relationship deepened. They reached a point where they decided to share an intimate moment. Meera had been looking forward to the evening. She and Rohit planned to spend some time alone together at his flat.
She wore a simple yet elegant dress. Her dress brought out her best features, hoping to create a special memory between them. As she arrived, she noticed the smallness of his room—the plain walls, the simple bed, and the lack of decorations.
It wasn’t much, but to Meera, it didn’t matter. She was there with Rohit, and her feelings for him were all that filled her mind. They sat close together on the edge of the bed, the nervousness between them creating a quiet tension. Rohit, sensing her unease, gently took her hand.
He whispered, “Just go with the flow, Meera.” He leaned closer, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, then another on her cheek. Meera closed her eyes, trying to absorb the tenderness of his touch. But deep down, she yearned for more. She had always imagined a moment like this.
She dreamed of a romantic scene from movies where couples kissed passionately, sharing their feelings without words. So, when she felt his lips against her skin, she shifted closer. She was hoping for a deeper connection—a kiss that would express everything she felt.
Tentatively, she moved her face towards his, trying to meet his lips. But Rohit pulled back slightly, a frown crossing his face. “I don’t like that, Meera,” he said, turning his head away. The rejection stung. Meera felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her cheeks.
She tried to hide her disappointment. But the moment felt awkward, the air between them growing thicker with unspoken words. Trying to maintain the mood, Rohit continued his seduction. His hands moved towards the waistband of her pants.
Meera’s breath hitched as he undressed her, fumbling with his clothing. She had imagined this moment to be filled with excitement, with a sense of discovery between them, but instead, it felt rushed and uncertain. Rohit didn’t notice her hesitation or the way she bit her lip, and she was unsure of what to expect next.
There was no tenderness, no playfulness—just a hurried determination to reach the next step. Rohit moved closer to her, and Meera tried to follow his lead. He took out his cock and started fucking her without foreplay or any talk. There was a lack of warmth in his touch.
It was as if he was focused more on the act than on her. She wanted to feel connected, to share an experience that would deepen their bond. But she felt a growing distance. Within moments, he released, and it was over. Rohit seemed unaware of how quickly everything had passed as he pulled away.
Meera felt confused and disappointed. She looked down, noticing the mess on her dress, feeling a wave of awkwardness and discomfort. Rohit offered no words of reassurance, no words of the intimacy they had just shared. Instead, he seemed distant, as if the moment meant little more than an obligation fulfilled.
She turned away, wrapping the dress around herself tightly, trying to hold back the swirl of emotions inside her. It wasn’t how she had imagined their first intimate moment. It wasn’t filled with the passion or connection she had hoped for. Instead, it left her feeling strangely hollow, longing for something more.
A deeper understanding, a real connection that she couldn’t quite find with Rohit. After their awkward moment, Meera and Rohit lay beside each other in the dim light of his small room. The silence between them was heavy. Meera stared at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.
She wondered if she should say something or if she should enjoy the warmth of his body next to hers. Rohit seemed content to stay quiet, his breathing slowing as he began to drift off. But Meera, still yearning for a deeper connection, felt a pull inside her.
Tentatively, she turned towards Rohit and reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over his skin. Emboldened by the moment, she leaned closer, letting her lips graze over his chest and then lower. But as her hand moved towards his cock, Rohit shifted uncomfortably.
When she tried to kiss his cock, he suddenly pulled away, his face twisting in disgust. “How can you touch and kiss something dirty like that?” he said, his tone sharp. “We just now had sex, and you already want more?” His words hung in the air, cold and disapproving.
Meera froze, feeling her cheeks burn with shame and rejection. She hadn’t expected this reaction, and her boldness vanished in an instant. She quickly withdrew her hand, curling up on her side, facing away from him. A lump formed in her throat, and she blinked back the tears.
All she had wanted was to feel closer to him, to feel desired and understood.
The silence returned, even heavier than before. Rohit turned over, seemingly oblivious to how his words had affected her. Meera lay there, feeling a hollow ache in her chest, wishing she could disappear into the night.
Slowly, her sadness gave way to exhaustion, and she eventually fell into a restless sleep. She moved her back even more, still turned to Rohit, feeling more distant from him than she ever had before. After some time, Rohit stirred beside Meera.
Without much warning, he turned towards her, his intentions clear as he reached out, pulling her closer. Meera, still feeling vulnerable from their earlier exchange, was caught off guard. She felt him tugging at her waistband.
Before she could fully process what was happening, he tried to initiate intimacy again. He placed his hard cock over her pussy and started to push hard. It was giving pain to Meera, but he did not care and shoved his cock inside. He started to fuck her.
He moaned, “Ah baby, you are tight. Can you relax your pussy muscle? It’s painful.” Rohit’s sudden actions left Meera tense at first, unsure of how to react. But as he continued, she felt a rush of conflicting emotions—discomfort mixed with a desire for connection.
She held her breath, feeling the uncertainty of the moment. Yet, as things progressed, she found herself responding to the physical sensations. Her feelings of excitement begin to build. She let out soft gasps, feeling nervous. Also, I hope that maybe this time, things will feel different between them.
Just as she began to lose herself in the moment, letting her body respond, she whispered to him, asking for more. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Rohit’s movements were rushed, lacking any real tenderness or connection.
Within a couple of minutes, he released abruptly and pulled away his limp dick.
It left Meera feeling unfulfilled once again. He rolled over, not saying a word, slipping into sleep almost as quickly as the moment had begun. Meera lay there in the darkness, the silence around her feeling more suffocating than before. She had hoped for something deeper, but instead, she felt emptier than ever.
A sense of loneliness washed over her. Even as she lay next to Rohit, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing—something she longed for but couldn’t quite grasp. Meera lay on the bed beside Rohit, her body still warm from their brief contact.
She was staring up at the ceiling, feeling a deep emptiness. Her body was still, but her mind raced, caught between the intensity of what she had hoped for and the reality that had just unfolded. This was supposed to be a special night—a moment of deep connection, passion, and full of sex with Rohit.
Meera’s mind wandered to what she had imagined their first night would be like. She had dreamed of tender touches, lingering kisses. The slow, cherished unfolding of emotions as they explored each other, both physically and emotionally.
She had imagined Rohit’s hands tracing the curves of her body. His lips explored every inch. She had imagined the warmth of his breath on her skin, the way his hands would gently trace her curves. The way their eyes would meet, speaking unspoken words.
She wanted to feel claimed, fucked, and loved like this moment was a celebration of their love and connection. For Meera, this night was meant to be filled with mutual pleasure. Both of them could surrender to the sensations and emotions. She hoped to find joy in each other’s happiness.
Her skin tingled with a craving for intense sex that hadn’t been satisfied. She had hoped that he would notice the way her body leaned into his touch and how her hands had tried to pull him closer. But now, the sheets felt cool against her skin, an unwelcome reminder that she was still aching for something more.
She had wanted to lose herself in the heat of his embrace. But now, a dull ache lingered where there should have been satisfaction. Her hands absentmindedly traced circles on her bare skin. She had hoped for gentle caresses that would make her shiver.
Their bodies would move together, slowly building to a crescendo that would leave them breathless and content. Instead, she felt unfulfilled, her body still yearning for the warmth that had been so briefly there. She turned to look at Rohit, his back to her, already drifting into sleep.
Meera wondered if she should reach out to him, draw him back into her arms, and let him feel the heat of her unspoken desires. But the thought of rejection stopped her. A part of her wanted to nudge him awake, to see if he could feel the ache that throbbed within her, the part of her that still longed for his touch.
She closed her eyes, trying to soothe the desire that remained. Yet the emptiness lingered. Meera’s frustration burned hotter as she turned away from Rohit’s sleeping form. She reached up, letting her fingers graze her skin, lingering over her tits.
She began to massage gently, circling her fingertips around her nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. She pinched one, imagining the way she had hoped Rohit’s hands would explore her. But the reality of her loneliness brought a dull ache.
Her other hand drifted downward, tracing the curves of her thigh, her skin warming beneath her touch. She slid her hand higher, shivering as she neared the ache between her legs. She finally found her clitoris, massaging in slow circles, trying to replicate the intensity she had wanted from Rohit.
But no matter how she tried, her touch felt too gentle, lacking the rough, urgent touch of a man. She moved her fingers, slipping one finger inside her pussy. Her back arched as she adjusted to the sensation. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lip.
A wave of warmth rushed through her body, mingled with the desire that still pulsed within her. She pinched her nipple again, harder this time, trying to heighten the pleasure. She increased her pace finger fucking, sliding a second finger inside her tight pussy. She could feel the tension building in her body.
Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. Her hips moved in time with her hand as if searching for a phantom touch that she knew wouldn’t come. The bed creaked beneath her as her legs shifted. She fought to keep quiet, not wanting to wake Rohit.
But a small part of her wished he would notice. But he remained asleep, oblivious to her need. His back still turned away. Meera felt a flare of anger mixed with the sadness that filled her chest. Her movements became more desperate and hurried.
Her fingers moved faster inside her pussy hole, slipping in and out as she tried to reach that elusive release. But it came to her like a wave that barely washed over her, leaving her dry and unsatisfied. She lay there for a moment, her body still trembling from the effort, her fingers growing still.
The frustration lingered as she forced herself to relax, trying to push down the ache that still simmered within her. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her. She drifted into an uneasy sleep, feeling the weight of everything she hadn’t found that night.
However, this experience revealed the fundamental differences between their desires and needs. Meera approached intimacy with a depth that combined both emotional and physical connection. Rohit’s desire was more immediate and surface-level.
For Meera, desire is like water—it starts in her mind and flows through her emotions. It takes time to warm up, but it retains that heat long after. Intimacy was not just an act but a slow, tender process that required trust, connection, and a sense of security.
Rohit, on the other hand, embodied the nature of fire. His desire ignited quickly, flaring up with passion but fading just as rapidly. He was enthusiastic at the moment. But once the physical connection had ended, his need was fulfilled, and the flame within him quickly cooled.
Meera thought that might be their first time, and he, being inexperienced, did not fulfil her desire. But after spending a few nights together, Rohit’s behaviour became more distant. Meera felt like a candle that had been lit but then abruptly blown out.
Rohit had fulfilled his physical desires, but Meera’s deeper emotional yearning remained unfulfilled and misunderstood. Meera felt as though she had opened herself up, given everything. In return, she had been left alone with her lingering feelings.
She had hoped that their night together would bring them closer. But it only highlighted the differences between their expectations. Her desire for sustained emotional connection and his for a fleeting moment of physical passion.
After a few months of the intimacy she shared with Rohit, Meera was waiting for an emotional connection to deepen between them. But instead of growing closer, she noticed a shift in Rohit’s behaviour.
Thank you for your time and reading. Wait for the second part.