The incident I am about to share happened shortly after I finished my final semester of my bachelor’s degree. Instead of letting me relax at home after my tiring exams, my strict father enrolled me in a one-month computer course, which turned out to be the start of something that changed my life forever. It was a two-hour course on weekdays, held in the afternoons at a small computer centre in my hometown, just a few kilometres from my house. And that was the first time I found myself in a co-ed setting, with boys in the classroom, which made everything feel new to me.
I was a charming twenty-year-old girl back then, with fair skin, large, expressive brown eyes, a long nose with a stud on one side, and well-maintained long hair that reached my shoulders. I was slim, with a figure that balanced out nicely in all the right places, measuring 34-26-34, to be specific. I had developed the habit of walking and doing light workouts on my house’s terrace since the beginning of college, which helped me maintain my physique very well. I was in my prime and enjoyed the attention I received from guys and men when I passed by, which made me feel very proud. I also received similar attention from tutors and coursemates at the computer centre, which made other girls in my centre really uncomfortable.
Among my admirers, a guy named Manoj was particularly persistent, and he found creative ways to get closer to me. He was one year older than me and had just finished his first year of postgraduate studies at a nearby coed college. He was tall and handsome, with a dusky complexion and a fit physique that stood out among the other guys in my course. It didn’t take long before we exchanged a few words, and over the next couple of days, those words turned into lengthy discussions during our time at the centre.
Manoj wasn’t loud or flamboyant, yet there was an undeniable allure about him that captivated me, and before long, I found myself developing a quiet crush. There was a subtle magnetism between us—an unspoken connection that deepened steadily over time. We sat beside each other throughout the course, and his playful teasing, often laced with clever, mature humour, would leave me blushing. I occasionally caught him casting lingering glances my way, scanning me from head to toe during our conversations—and I must admit, I returned the favour more than once. The more time we spent together, the stronger our bond grew, and I genuinely cherished every moment of it.
During the last week of the course, Manoj informed me about his plan to go on a short trip to a nearby tourist town for the upcoming weekend and asked me if I could join him. I was intrigued, since exploring a new place seemed like the perfect way to break free from my routine life. However, I hesitated to accept his offer, fearing the thought of getting caught by anyone who knew me since my father had several friends in and around our hometown. But Manoj was persistent, and over the next few days, he kept reminding me about the trip, which gradually tempted me to consider it more seriously.