10-11-2025, 11:19 PM
## Update 94: The Early Leaver at the Bus Stop (Avi and Riya)
The next day, after studying for a while in the morning, I set off for college to take my second paper. My Chachaji, meanwhile, went to the ashram to see my grandpa and give him the incredible news about the triple pregnancy.
After reaching college, just like yesterday, I talked with Riya for a while, exchanging notes and last-minute worries. After a while, the girl who sits in front of me also came. Today, there was absolutely no tension about the paper visible on her face. She was sitting calmly, radiating a strange sense of confidence, waiting for the exam to start. After the sir came into the class, the exam started at 11 a.m.
I started to write my paper immediately. The paper was easy compared to last year's standard. All the students were busy writing the paper, their heads bent in concentration. Just like yesterday, that girl in front of me stood up and handed in her paper, leaving after only two hours. Today the sir took her paper without protest, nodding slightly. He must have received instructions from the principal sir after yesterday's drama.
I focused on my own paper. Today Riya didn't ask me anything right away, concentrating on the easy language questions. The bell rang, signaling the end, and the sir started to collect the papers from the front of the class. After taking the papers, the sir left the class. "How did your paper go?" I asked Riya, stretching my arms. Riya stretched, sighing, and said it went well enough. After talking with her for a while, I came out of the class. After talking with Komal about the paper for a bit, I came home. Meena Chachi immediately started to ask me detailed questions about the paper, checking my confidence. After answering her questions and reassuring her, I ate my food. Then I started to study for the next subject. The whole day went by in studying, the excitement of the previous day fading into focus.
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The next day's paper was of third language. Just like yesterday and the day before, today's paper also went smoothly. After the paper, I came home, ready for the next challenge. Tomorrow's paper was the dreaded Math-I. That's why Komal had called me to her house in the afternoon for a serious study session. I started to go toward her house at 4 p.m., needing to cover some difficult concepts with her. To go to Komal's house, I had to walk past the main bus stop.
I reached the bus stop and was instantly shocked by what I saw. That same girl, the one who sits in front of me in the exam hall and leaves early, was standing at the bus stop, waiting alone. I was shocked to see her still there. She leaves the class early after writing the paper in two hours—meaning she finishes and leaves the exam center by 1 p.m. It was now 4 p.m. *Then where was she for so long in the interim?* I wondered, my curiosity piqued, a strange knot forming in my chest. Maybe she must have gone to her friend's house in the village to study and was only now going home. Or perhaps, the darker thought immediately intruded, she goes to have sex after giving her exam, just like I do sometimes? *What am I thinking?* I chastised myself, shaking my head. Ever since I had sex with my aunts, all I can think about is sex, seeing opportunities everywhere. *What do I truly have to do with where she goes?* I stopped thinking about her. I looked at her once more, seeing her still waiting, and then started to go quickly toward Komal's house.
I reached Komal's house. After helping her in her studies for a while, breaking down the difficult math concepts, I came back home and got some rest.
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The next day, the paper was Math-I. The exam was scheduled for two and a half hours. Riya came into the class right before the start and whispered to me to please help her a little bit today. "Please help me a little bit today," she pleaded, her hands clasped together. Riya confessed that she couldn't study for math, admitting defeat. "I couldn't study for math," she sighed sadly. I immediately said yes to her.
The paper started. It had been only forty-five minutes since the paper started when an unexpected officer came into the college. He was an official here to conduct a surprise check to see if anyone was cheating, a tense moment for everyone. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my palms felt instantly slick with cold sweat. That officer stayed in the college for about fifteen minutes, circling the desks and inspecting the answer sheets, and then went to another college.
After the officer left, we all started to write our papers calmly, the tension easing. The students who had studied for math were writing their papers intensely, and the rest were looking here and there, desperately seeking inspiration. It had been only one and a half hours since the paper started when the girl in front of me gave her paper to the sir and went out, maintaining her strange early departure routine.
I started to write my paper with renewed focus. While writing, Riya would occasionally ask me for answers in a soft, hurried whisper, tapping her pen for my attention.
"What is this answer?" she asked urgently.
I also subtly started to write my paper in a way that Riya could easily see the answers from behind, angling my sheet just enough. My paper was done ten minutes before the final bell.
In those ten minutes, Riya quickly wrote down two or three more answers, capitalizing on the time. Riya had copied enough answers from me to pass in math, I was sure.
After the paper was done, Riya thanked me profusely for my help, grabbing my arm affectionately. "Thank you so much! You saved me," she grinned. After talking for a while, Riya left the hall.
I went to find Komal. Looking at her face, it seemed like her paper went well—she looked relieved and proud. "How did your paper go?" I asked her, smiling.
Komal smiled brightly and said that her paper went excellently. "It was excellent!" she declared. Then Komal told me to come home with her for lunch and a short break before she went to her own house.
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The next day, after studying for a while in the morning, I set off for college to take my second paper. My Chachaji, meanwhile, went to the ashram to see my grandpa and give him the incredible news about the triple pregnancy.
After reaching college, just like yesterday, I talked with Riya for a while, exchanging notes and last-minute worries. After a while, the girl who sits in front of me also came. Today, there was absolutely no tension about the paper visible on her face. She was sitting calmly, radiating a strange sense of confidence, waiting for the exam to start. After the sir came into the class, the exam started at 11 a.m.
I started to write my paper immediately. The paper was easy compared to last year's standard. All the students were busy writing the paper, their heads bent in concentration. Just like yesterday, that girl in front of me stood up and handed in her paper, leaving after only two hours. Today the sir took her paper without protest, nodding slightly. He must have received instructions from the principal sir after yesterday's drama.
I focused on my own paper. Today Riya didn't ask me anything right away, concentrating on the easy language questions. The bell rang, signaling the end, and the sir started to collect the papers from the front of the class. After taking the papers, the sir left the class. "How did your paper go?" I asked Riya, stretching my arms. Riya stretched, sighing, and said it went well enough. After talking with her for a while, I came out of the class. After talking with Komal about the paper for a bit, I came home. Meena Chachi immediately started to ask me detailed questions about the paper, checking my confidence. After answering her questions and reassuring her, I ate my food. Then I started to study for the next subject. The whole day went by in studying, the excitement of the previous day fading into focus.
---
The next day's paper was of third language. Just like yesterday and the day before, today's paper also went smoothly. After the paper, I came home, ready for the next challenge. Tomorrow's paper was the dreaded Math-I. That's why Komal had called me to her house in the afternoon for a serious study session. I started to go toward her house at 4 p.m., needing to cover some difficult concepts with her. To go to Komal's house, I had to walk past the main bus stop.
I reached the bus stop and was instantly shocked by what I saw. That same girl, the one who sits in front of me in the exam hall and leaves early, was standing at the bus stop, waiting alone. I was shocked to see her still there. She leaves the class early after writing the paper in two hours—meaning she finishes and leaves the exam center by 1 p.m. It was now 4 p.m. *Then where was she for so long in the interim?* I wondered, my curiosity piqued, a strange knot forming in my chest. Maybe she must have gone to her friend's house in the village to study and was only now going home. Or perhaps, the darker thought immediately intruded, she goes to have sex after giving her exam, just like I do sometimes? *What am I thinking?* I chastised myself, shaking my head. Ever since I had sex with my aunts, all I can think about is sex, seeing opportunities everywhere. *What do I truly have to do with where she goes?* I stopped thinking about her. I looked at her once more, seeing her still waiting, and then started to go quickly toward Komal's house.
I reached Komal's house. After helping her in her studies for a while, breaking down the difficult math concepts, I came back home and got some rest.
---
The next day, the paper was Math-I. The exam was scheduled for two and a half hours. Riya came into the class right before the start and whispered to me to please help her a little bit today. "Please help me a little bit today," she pleaded, her hands clasped together. Riya confessed that she couldn't study for math, admitting defeat. "I couldn't study for math," she sighed sadly. I immediately said yes to her.
The paper started. It had been only forty-five minutes since the paper started when an unexpected officer came into the college. He was an official here to conduct a surprise check to see if anyone was cheating, a tense moment for everyone. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my palms felt instantly slick with cold sweat. That officer stayed in the college for about fifteen minutes, circling the desks and inspecting the answer sheets, and then went to another college.
After the officer left, we all started to write our papers calmly, the tension easing. The students who had studied for math were writing their papers intensely, and the rest were looking here and there, desperately seeking inspiration. It had been only one and a half hours since the paper started when the girl in front of me gave her paper to the sir and went out, maintaining her strange early departure routine.
I started to write my paper with renewed focus. While writing, Riya would occasionally ask me for answers in a soft, hurried whisper, tapping her pen for my attention.
"What is this answer?" she asked urgently.
I also subtly started to write my paper in a way that Riya could easily see the answers from behind, angling my sheet just enough. My paper was done ten minutes before the final bell.
In those ten minutes, Riya quickly wrote down two or three more answers, capitalizing on the time. Riya had copied enough answers from me to pass in math, I was sure.
After the paper was done, Riya thanked me profusely for my help, grabbing my arm affectionately. "Thank you so much! You saved me," she grinned. After talking for a while, Riya left the hall.
I went to find Komal. Looking at her face, it seemed like her paper went well—she looked relieved and proud. "How did your paper go?" I asked her, smiling.
Komal smiled brightly and said that her paper went excellently. "It was excellent!" she declared. Then Komal told me to come home with her for lunch and a short break before she went to her own house.
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