19-06-2025, 11:46 PM
Chapter 1:
The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter, but Gowtham’s attention was fixed on Divya. She sat a few desks away, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she laughed at something one of her friends said. Her laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t help but smile. Over the past two months, she had become more than just a classmate—she was his best friend. They shared everything: notes, jokes, and even their deepest secrets. But today, something was off. Her laughter didn’t reach her eyes, and her usual spark seemed dimmed.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lecture, Divya quickly packed her bag and motioned for Gowtham to follow her. They stepped out into the hallway, the noise of the college campus fading into the background as they found a quiet corner.
“Gowtham,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I need to tell you something.”
He frowned, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong, Divya? You’ve been quiet all day.”
She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her bag. “It’s Priya. She’s been… insulting me. For months now. Every time I talk to you, she makes these snide comments, like I’m not good enough to be your friend. It’s like she’s trying to control who I can and can’t talk to.”
Gowtham’s jaw tightened. He had noticed Priya’s cold demeanor toward Divya but hadn’t realized it had gone this far. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I didn’t want to cause trouble,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s getting worse. Yesterday, she told me I was pathetic for spending so much time with you. She said I was just using you to get ahead in class.”
Anger flared in Gowtham’s chest. “That’s ridiculous. You’re my best friend, Divya. No one gets to decide that but us.”
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “I need your help, Gowtham. I can’t keep dealing with this on my own. I want her to stop. I want her to feel how much she’s hurt me.”
He nodded, determination settling over him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
Divya hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice steady now. “I want you to reduce her. Not physically, but… emotionally. I want her to feel so overwhelmed by your presence that she can’t even think straight. If you even touch her hand, I want her to lose control. I want her to leak with desire, to feel so vulnerable that she can’t keep up this act anymore.”
Gowtham raised an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity of her request. “Are you sure about this? It’s… a lot.”
“I’m sure,” she said firmly. “She needs to understand that she can’t treat people this way. And I trust you to do it right.”
He nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “Alright. I’ll do it. But it’s going to take time. I need to figure out how to get close to her without raising suspicion.”
Divya smiled for the first time that day, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, Gowtham. I knew I could count on you.”
The next day, Gowtham found himself scanning the classroom for Priya. She was sitting near the front, her posture rigid as she scribbled notes in her book. He took a deep breath and walked over, sliding into the seat beside her.
“Hey,” he said casually, offering her a friendly smile.
She glanced at him, her expression guarded. “Hi.”
“Mind if I borrow your notes from last week? I missed a few things,” he asked, keeping his tone light.
Priya hesitated for a moment before nodding and handing him her notebook. Their fingers brushed briefly, and he noticed the slightest tremor in her hand. Good, he thought. She’s already on edge.
As the days went by, Gowtham made a point of spending more time around Priya. He would sit next to her in class, strike up conversations in the hallway, and even offer to help her with assignments. At first, she seemed wary, but slowly, she began to let her guard down.
One afternoon, they found themselves alone in the library, working on a group project. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension as they leaned over the same book, their shoulders almost touching.
“You’re really good at this,” Priya said quietly, her voice tinged with admiration.
Gowtham looked up, meeting her gaze. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
She blushed, quickly looking away. “I… I didn’t realize you were so easy to talk to.”
He smiled softly, leaning in just a little closer. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Priya’s breath hitched as his hand brushed against hers on the table. She felt a warmth spread through her body, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure. What is happening to me? she thought, her mind clouded with confusion and desire.
Gowtham noticed the way her pupils dilated, the way her lips parted slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. He knew he was getting to her, just as Divya had asked. But he also couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing someone so composed unravel before his eyes.
“Priya,” he said softly, his voice low and intimate.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “Yes?”
He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek for a moment, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re beautiful when you let your guard down.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs, a sensation she hadn’t expected or wanted. No, she thought desperately. This can’t be happening.
But it was. And as Gowtham leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, she knew she was losing control. Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she couldn’t understand or resist.
“Gowtham,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He paused, his lips just inches from hers. “Yes?”
She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”
He smiled gently, his hand cupping her cheek. “Maybe you don’t have to figure it out right now. Maybe you just need to let go.”
Priya’s breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against hers in the softest of kisses. It was brief, almost chaste, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her entire body. She felt herself melting into him, her resistance crumbling as desire took hold.
But just as quickly as it started, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
“We should get back to work,” he said casually, as if nothing had happened.
Priya stared at him, her mind reeling. She wanted to protest, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she nodded numbly, her body still tingling from his touch.
As they returned to their project, Gowtham couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had done what Divya asked—he had reduced Priya to a state of vulnerability she couldn’t ignore. But as he glanced at her flushed cheeks and trembling hands, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
And somewhere deep inside, he wondered if he was playing with fire.................................................................................................
The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter, but Gowtham’s attention was fixed on Divya. She sat a few desks away, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she laughed at something one of her friends said. Her laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t help but smile. Over the past two months, she had become more than just a classmate—she was his best friend. They shared everything: notes, jokes, and even their deepest secrets. But today, something was off. Her laughter didn’t reach her eyes, and her usual spark seemed dimmed.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lecture, Divya quickly packed her bag and motioned for Gowtham to follow her. They stepped out into the hallway, the noise of the college campus fading into the background as they found a quiet corner.
“Gowtham,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I need to tell you something.”
He frowned, concern etching his features. “What’s wrong, Divya? You’ve been quiet all day.”
She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her bag. “It’s Priya. She’s been… insulting me. For months now. Every time I talk to you, she makes these snide comments, like I’m not good enough to be your friend. It’s like she’s trying to control who I can and can’t talk to.”
Gowtham’s jaw tightened. He had noticed Priya’s cold demeanor toward Divya but hadn’t realized it had gone this far. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I didn’t want to cause trouble,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s getting worse. Yesterday, she told me I was pathetic for spending so much time with you. She said I was just using you to get ahead in class.”
Anger flared in Gowtham’s chest. “That’s ridiculous. You’re my best friend, Divya. No one gets to decide that but us.”
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “I need your help, Gowtham. I can’t keep dealing with this on my own. I want her to stop. I want her to feel how much she’s hurt me.”
He nodded, determination settling over him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
Divya hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice steady now. “I want you to reduce her. Not physically, but… emotionally. I want her to feel so overwhelmed by your presence that she can’t even think straight. If you even touch her hand, I want her to lose control. I want her to leak with desire, to feel so vulnerable that she can’t keep up this act anymore.”
Gowtham raised an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity of her request. “Are you sure about this? It’s… a lot.”
“I’m sure,” she said firmly. “She needs to understand that she can’t treat people this way. And I trust you to do it right.”
He nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “Alright. I’ll do it. But it’s going to take time. I need to figure out how to get close to her without raising suspicion.”
Divya smiled for the first time that day, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, Gowtham. I knew I could count on you.”
The next day, Gowtham found himself scanning the classroom for Priya. She was sitting near the front, her posture rigid as she scribbled notes in her book. He took a deep breath and walked over, sliding into the seat beside her.
“Hey,” he said casually, offering her a friendly smile.
She glanced at him, her expression guarded. “Hi.”
“Mind if I borrow your notes from last week? I missed a few things,” he asked, keeping his tone light.
Priya hesitated for a moment before nodding and handing him her notebook. Their fingers brushed briefly, and he noticed the slightest tremor in her hand. Good, he thought. She’s already on edge.
As the days went by, Gowtham made a point of spending more time around Priya. He would sit next to her in class, strike up conversations in the hallway, and even offer to help her with assignments. At first, she seemed wary, but slowly, she began to let her guard down.
One afternoon, they found themselves alone in the library, working on a group project. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension as they leaned over the same book, their shoulders almost touching.
“You’re really good at this,” Priya said quietly, her voice tinged with admiration.
Gowtham looked up, meeting her gaze. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
She blushed, quickly looking away. “I… I didn’t realize you were so easy to talk to.”
He smiled softly, leaning in just a little closer. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Priya’s breath hitched as his hand brushed against hers on the table. She felt a warmth spread through her body, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure. What is happening to me? she thought, her mind clouded with confusion and desire.
Gowtham noticed the way her pupils dilated, the way her lips parted slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. He knew he was getting to her, just as Divya had asked. But he also couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing someone so composed unravel before his eyes.
“Priya,” he said softly, his voice low and intimate.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “Yes?”
He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek for a moment, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re beautiful when you let your guard down.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs, a sensation she hadn’t expected or wanted. No, she thought desperately. This can’t be happening.
But it was. And as Gowtham leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, she knew she was losing control. Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she couldn’t understand or resist.
“Gowtham,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He paused, his lips just inches from hers. “Yes?”
She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”
He smiled gently, his hand cupping her cheek. “Maybe you don’t have to figure it out right now. Maybe you just need to let go.”
Priya’s breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against hers in the softest of kisses. It was brief, almost chaste, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her entire body. She felt herself melting into him, her resistance crumbling as desire took hold.
But just as quickly as it started, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
“We should get back to work,” he said casually, as if nothing had happened.
Priya stared at him, her mind reeling. She wanted to protest, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she nodded numbly, her body still tingling from his touch.
As they returned to their project, Gowtham couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had done what Divya asked—he had reduced Priya to a state of vulnerability she couldn’t ignore. But as he glanced at her flushed cheeks and trembling hands, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
And somewhere deep inside, he wondered if he was playing with fire.................................................................................................
Yours Milky..........
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