"So how does this work?" I asked Mia, as she sat on my lap in the car. I was playing with her fingers. "Do we go public or..."

She looked at me, "You want to?"

I did not know. I did not want any complications in our relationship. If we were dating publically, people will talk. Those who knew nothing about us or the truth of our emotions will think they have the right to talk shit about us. And I was not sure how much can I let those not affect us.

But I was tired of this sneaking around

"Shiva..." She shook my shoulder.

"You want to go public?" I asked.

She nodded. "I am getting a boyfriend for the first time in my life." She said. "Want to flex."

I smiled. Though I was not sure if she will get the desired effect by showing me off. But I did not want to hurt her. "Okay..." I told her. "Anyway, I don't think I can keep myself away from you much now... Even now I don't feel like sending you home."

She smiled, turned around and straddled me... "Don't send me home then..."

I chuckled. And shook my head... "Not today..." I said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Just..." I said.

She pouted again... I tucked her hair and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Mia Agarwal," I said. She smiled.

The next day morning I was in the classroom, and Mia walked up to me with Janvi and Rhea and slid into the seat next to me. Janvi and Rhea looked at her as if she just sat next to a smelly sloth. "Sammie..." They called.

"What? I want to sit with my boyfriend." She said.

I raised my eyebrow. Jhanvi and Rhea looked shocked and scandalised. Mia took my arm and hugged it and tilted her head to my shoulder, looking at Jahnvi and Rhea. I did not know how to react.

Even Harsh had his mouth hanging open. All other classmates too... Only Kashi looked like it was not a big deal.

"You knew....?" Harsh turned to Kashi.

"Yeah," she said.

By evening the whole college knew that Samaira Agarwal was dating Shiva Palkar. It was the hot scandal that everyone wanted to talk about. I was getting bothered by the constant looks and talks. But Mia was acting extremely talkative and chatting up with anyone in the vicinity.

I could understand that this was her strategy or means of coping with the shit being talked about us. She was ignoring it left and right. She was acting extra happy.

So I tugged her hand by the evening. "Hey..." I asked her affectionately. "You okay?"

"Yeah..." She lied, giving me a huge smile.

I turned to her and held her cheek, "look into my eyes and say that." I said. She looked and then turned her eyes away.

"Mia..." I called.

Wetness came to her eyes. "I hate it," she said.

"Hm...." I understood. I took her into a hug. She held on to me. We did not care we were in the middle of the college corridor. And I thought from there on even I am not going to care what others talk about us.

Mia dried her tears and stepped back from me. "You just have to pretend you cannot hear anything and act as if you are their best friend, talk lovely to them and act as if nothing is wrong."

"That is your strategy?" I asked.

"Yeah. It works. Try it...." She chuckled.

I laughed.

We spent some time in her car, just being in each other's arms. Silently playing with each other's fingers. Moving fingers through her hair, while listening to music. We did not need words. We were perfectly at peace with each other and this silence was golden.

We drove to her house, and I got out of the car. She parked the car and came to me. "I don't want to go home..." She said, holding my hand.

Me too... I did not want to send her home. I wanted to stay with her forever if possible. So I held on to her hand. She came closer... There was no one in sight in the space between the gate and her house. All the servants were inside. The watchman at the gate was not there either that night.

So we kissed. Her fingers touched my neck... I felt electricity through my body. We kissed for a long time... "Come upstairs with me..." She whispered in my ear.

I looked into her eyes. I could see the desire in them. I flipped her around and pushed her to the compound wall of the house, and kissed her deeply, passionately. She moaned against my lips. It sent shivers down my spine...

I wanted her. But I did not want to go up to her bedroom, encountering the servants and her father on the way. But I was losing my shit. I kissed down to her neck. She bit my shoulder. "Shiva..." She said, "I want...."

I knew what she want... I wanted the same.

So I buried my head in her shoulder and unzipped her dress a bit. It was an off-shoulder dress, so unzipping made it go down a bit, lifted her up and devoured her boobs. She moaned holding me close. But I was impatient. I unzipped my pants and got my thing free, and thrust into her, right there on the wall. She gasped... I slowly increased my pace as we both held our moans back. It was so urgent. So impatient... In public, and that is why risky and exciting. Her dress loosely clung to her body, and I had pushed her against the wall, as I made love to her. She twisted and softly moaned against me.

I remembered that I again did not have a condom on.

"Can I cum inside you?" I panted. I so badly wanted to.

She nodded.

So in a few seconds, I came. She shuddered and held me close. I kissed her neck... "I love you," I whispered.

She chuckled. "You are such a guy..." she said, "saying that during sex..."

I pulled away from her and zipped myself. She was looking down on herself. I took out my handkerchief from my pocket and knelt down in front of her and helped her clean up. She moaned in pleasure as I was cleaning her up. I chuckled and gave a kiss there. "Shiva..." She called, helplessly and it felt like the strength of her legs gave away. So I pushed her to the wall and closed my lips over her wetness... I kissed and liked there She crooned and clutched my hair. "Shiva... I am dying." She said. It just thrilled me. I wanted to fuck her again. But I needed time to recover. So my fingers found their way into her... She shuddered and moaned. I licked and fingered her again until she arched in orgasm again. She collapsed to the ground in front of me. I chuckled and wiped my lips. She tasted amazing... "You taste heavenly," I told her.

She playfully punched my shoulder.

I caught her hand... "Mia..." I called. She looked at me. "Marry me..." I said. Her eyes flew open. "Not now... Someday..."

"In a few years?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said. "But I want you to know that I am that serious about you. I can't...picture my life without you now." I said. "From this moment onwards I am going to think of you as my wife. My family. My one and only...." She looked shocked. "I know, this is too much. I don't know if this is healthy, unhealthy or whatever... But for me, you are that important to me from now on. You mean so much to me."

She smiled.

"So... So when I am capable enough..." I said. "Marry me?"

"Okay," she said with a naughty smile.

I ruffled her hair. She sat in the grass with me. "I still don't feel like sending you inside," I said. She chuckled. We sat there for a while longer.