I was in the canteen the next day and happened to see Samaira, Jhanvi and Rhea. They were talking. I did not mean to overhear this, but I was just behind them when they were talking....

"Who took that photo you uploaded on Insta yesterday?" Jhanvi asked Samaira.

"Why?"

"It was a nice one. Who took it? Where did you go yesterday? We could not find you."

"I was with a guy," Samaira said.

"Oooh.... What guy? Did he take that photo?"

"Yeah..." She said.

"Who is the guy?" Rhea asked.

"Curious much...!" She said, "It is just someone I know..."

"Thought you liked Harsh," Jhanvi said.

"I do like Harsh."

"Jhanvi, just because she has a crush on Harsh, who is already taken, by the way...does not mean that she cannot have some fun with another guy. So tell me, Sammie... is this mystery guy of yours hot?"

My body tingled. I don't want to admit it, but I was curious about her answer.

"Yes," Samaira said rolling a lock of her hair in her fingers.

"How hot?" Rhea asked.

"Like, very..." Samaira said. I could not help but feel a rush of intense feelings inside me. I mean, I had never realised that I was 'hot'. The girls in my basti do look at me a lot. But I thought that was because there was no one else better to look at.

"I like his eyes." She said again. "But we are just friends though." She concluded as if that will settle things down.

"Seriously?" Jhanvi asked. "You think you can be 'just' friends with a guy you think is hot?"

I saw Samaira frown.

"The way I see Sammie, you have got something for this guy..." Jahnvi said.

"Maybe..." Samaira played with her hair again. "But I like Harsh though."

"Harsh is unattainable right now," Rhea told her. "And it does not hurt to just play around a little." And there was a naughty smile on Samaira's face.

I really did not mean to overhear this conversation. I was just passing by... And now I did not know what to feel about that. Is Samaira going to 'play around' with me? Why would she even like me? She used to hate me...

And am I not just too poor for her?

Is she going to play around with me or make me her plaything? My dignity would not allow me to become a boy toy for some rich chick.

That night she texted me. On Instagram. Just a plain 'Hey...'

I replied: 'Hey...'

Samaira: What's up?

Me: Nothing much.

I still did not know what to feel about her. It was all fun to mildly flirt with her till I had not heard the conversation. Now I am not sure about the whole situation... But to be polite, I asked her...

'what about u?'

Samaira: I was craving something sweet.

Samaira: Would you like to get some ice cream with me?

Me: Now?

Samaira: Yeah.

Samaira: I mean I would have asked Harsh. But I don't like seeing him lately.

Samaira: Nevermind if this is a bad time for you...

I was again reminded of the fact that how Samaira thought I was 'very hot'. And honestly, I thought she looked hot too. I was torn between an urge to explore this further and the fear of being exploited.

Samaira: I could pick u up if you want.

Me: I live in Dadar

Samaira: So?

Me: So you will come from Bandra to Dadar at this time?

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was past 11 pm.

Samaira: Yeah. I can...

There was that part of me that wanted to explore this. I mean, if she means to just play around with me like a toy, let us settle things then. I really wanted to know what her intentions are.

So I texted.

'Okay. I'll send you my location'.

She sent me a smiley face and a thumbs up.

The yellow Porche picked me up from the junction. Samaira was wearing a dress. At night... And looked as stunning as usual. Before leaving home, I tried my best to look good. I wore my best shirt. And I felt nervous.

As I got into the car, she smiled at me. "You know you are such a darling for doing this... I was so bored and wanted ice cream so badly." She said.

I smiled. "Do you call everyone like that?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"Like 'hon', 'darling', etc..."

"What's wrong with that?" She asked, not understanding why I think it is weird. I don't think it is bad. I am just not used to it. "Nothing," I said.

"So... you live around here?" She asked looking around the area.

"Yeah. Just around here."

She nodded. I knew she was mildly looking down on the area since it was not posh enough. And it bothered me. "Shall we go?" I asked her.

"Sure..." She said and started driving.

We got our ice creams and got back in the car and began to eat them in the car. "So tell me..." She turned to me, "you still like Kashish?"

I will always love Kashi. But what I feel for Kashi is a deep love... I have never looked at Kashi in a lustful way. The way I was kind of feeling for Samaira now.

I know, these mixed emotions confused me too. I still did not like her or trusted her fully, Yet there was this flirty monster in me who wanted her attention and a possible chance to get some action. I mean, most guys would not turn down a chance of getting some sex or even a good making out...

And I have never had an opportunity to hook up with someone. I was not the type who will opt for dating apps. But the guys in college say stuff and I was curious...

"Kind of. Yes,' I replied to her question.

"Why are you giving her away then?"

"Because that is the right thing to do. Because all I want her is to be happy.."

"Again... such an angel. What about your happiness?"

"Did you ask to become my friend just for influencing me into helping you break them up?"

She blinked at me.

"Did I just figure out your brilliant plan?" I asked.

"Why do you say that..."

"Because technically you should hate me..."

"Trust me. Technically I do. I mean you put the toilet water on me."

"You put Kashi's project report into the toilet. Who does that?"

"I was really hurt and angry, okay?"

"Oh, so you are admitting to it now?" I asked her.

"No." she suddenly said realising her blunder. But she looked cute when she was troubled. So I decided to drop the subject.

"So why do you want to be friends with me?" I asked, looking at her.

She shrugged avoiding my eyes. "I don't know... you apologised and I felt we are birds of the same feather. You know comrades in the same war."

"Hmm..."

We licked our ice cream cones, There was some spread on Samaira's lips. I was urged to wipe it off. But we silently just ate ice cream for a while, Then, "I like your shirt," she touched my sleeve.

"Your dress is nice too," I said.

'This? This is old..." she said touching her white dress with pink flowers. "But I like it. It is comfy."

I nodded.

'You want to listen to some music?" She asked and opened Spotify on her phone. She put on relaxing but kind of sexy tone English songs. And hummed along. "My mom used to hum along to all songs.' She told me. "And mom said, 'Mia, don't... '- Oh, My mom called me Mia. It was her pet name for me. She actually wanted to name me that. But dad named me Samaira. But mom called me 'Mia' anyway... So she said 'mia, don't ever be ashamed of humming along with a song. Hum, wherever you are. Without giving a fuck about what anyone else thinks of you. She did not exactly say the word 'fuck', but that was the gist of it..."

I smiled at that. I could see that her mother was very special to her.

We listened to the relaxing music and the icecreams finished. But neither was saying anything about going back home. This was nice. The place we were parked in was getting pretty deserted. And Samaira... was swaying to the tune.

At a point, she yawned and set her head against the steering wheel.

"Sleepy," I asked.

She nodded. She looked really cute.... She was looking at me. A lock of her hair fell over her face. I tucked it away, looking into her eyes. The music played in the background... I left my hand on the side of her face. She did not react... I softly moved my finger over her cheek. She was so soft....

She softly blinked once looking at me... She was not taking my hand away...

So I kept my hand there...

This was nice. I did not think it would be so nice... I was expecting something else. But I have never been this calm and simply be in the moment with a girl. And I wished for more moments like this.

"Tell me more about your mom," My voice came out husky.

"Tell what?" She asked.

"Anything..." I said, taking my hand off her face. Too much touch would be weird.

She sat up. "Hm... I used to like a boy in my class when I was in class 9. Mom used to tease me about him. Every evening at the hospital..." She began to look a bit sad. "I spend most of my time in the hospital in the final one year of her life..." She said.

"Must have been hard."

"It was," she said. The music still played in the background.

She then kept looking at me, and then reached over and kissed my lips and backed off. I was not startled or shocked. It was like this was just right... That this was supposed to happen. This was my first kiss. But I felt extremely comfortable about it. Like this was just right for the moment.

I turned to her...

She looked nervous now. That made it more special. I felt a quiver inside...

I moved my finger through her hair, she looked at my hand... "What is the red thread?" She asked looking at the thread on my hand.

"Sacred thread. You know from a temple. Maushi tied it."

"Is Maushi like your mom?"

"Kind of, yeah..."

"Then doesn't that make Kashish your sister?"

"Honestly yes," I said. Sitting back "I have known her all my life." I held my hand out for Samaira. She put her hand through my hand. I held her hand for a while... And then gave it a gentle thug. She came forward, and was over the gears of the car, and looking into my eyes.

I trailed my hand up her arm looking into her eyes. We held our breath...

I went closer and kissed her. She closed her eyes. I let my lips linger there for a while, gently brushed her lips with mine again, and drew back She opened her eyes. We smiled.

I was wondering how natural and comfortable this felt.

I gently pulled her, and she moved to sit on my lap, with her legs on either side of my legs, straddling me... with her hands around my neck. And as always she smelled so good. I softly let my hand on her leg. We kept our eyes locked. I slowly trailed my hand up her leg until it touched the hem of her dress at her knee. I stopped. And sought permission. She gulped once and nodded. I let my hand go up, pushing her dress up...

And we kissed. Her lips found mine and we kept kissing....

I left my hand from her thighs and rested them against her waist and kissed her. This was not just comfortable now. This was making me feel aroused and have a firey sensation inside me. I pulled her closer. She was now resting above my dick, separated just by a few layers of clothes.

And we kissed and kissed, softly. With the music still playing in the background.

When we were done, she rested her head on my shoulder against my neck. I trailed my hand up touching her back... untied the little bow in the back of her dress. She quivered against me. "Mia," I whispered in her ear. She hugged me stronger... pressed herself closer to me.

I unzipped her dress and let my hand trace the soft skin on her back... making patterns.... I drew my fingers up and touched her shoulder. Her dress fell off her shoulder. She looked back into my eyes. I put my hand on her cheek again. She tilted her head to my hand. I kissed her again... Softly pulling her lips. Her fingers went a bit firm against my shoulder, as she kissed me back...

And she rubbed herself against me down there, as I naturally began to follow the movement. Her fingers opened my shirt buttons and her hands found their way into my chest... And there was so much desire in her eyes as she drew back and looked into my chest.

I pulled her dress down her shoulder. She shifted her gaze from my chest to my eyes. I gave her a naughty chuckle. She smiled and pressed herself close to me. I traced my hand from her legs to up again, this time pushing her dress all the way up until my hand rested against the side of her panties. She rubbed herself against me again. I threw my head back in ecstasy. She bit into her lips.

We kissed again while rubbing against each other slowly... She came down and kissed my neck. Placed small kisses on the soft skin there. I held my breath. My hand dug into her waist. I grunted as she licked a spot on my neck. She drew back and looked into my eyes, and she looked so cutely triumphant. I laughed. She laughed too...

I touched the top end of her pantie. She held her breath...

I was just about to insert my hand inside when a police jeep just came around the corner. We fell back into our respective seats. Samaira pushed her dress back into place. As the police jeep stopped and looked at our car... But then the policemen might have deiced that it was nothing they need to involve in, They drove on. But we were still scared and holding our breath until the police jeep was out of our sight.

Then we looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Shall we just go back?" I asked her.

"Okay," she laughed.

"I am not letting you drive alone at a night, So go to your house."

She looked unsure but drove to her house in Bandra, "You can take my car home." She said getting out. But I got out with her. And stepped back and waved a bye to her.

"Arey, you can take the car."

I shook my head. I was feeling like walking. The night was beautiful. I kept my smile as I walked backwards, leaving her in the driveway of her house. I walked off and ran into the night.

That was the most awesome thing that has happened in my life ever. I have never felt so alive before. It was like each cell in my body was energised and buzzing. I shouted loudly to the night as I ran, as happily as I ever can be.