My encounter with my old crush after a long time
Part 1
Hi, my name is Sunaina. I’m from Bengaluru, and I’m a 22-year-old single, straight female. I work in an IT firm as a Cloud Architect. I have dusky skin, am 5 feet 1 inch tall, and my body measurements are 36-34-40. Due to short-sightedness, I wear glasses. I also have long, thick, black hair that extends to my low waist.
This is my first time sharing an experience on a platform, so bear with me. A year ago, I attended a friend’s wedding, reluctantly. Little did I know, it would lead to an unexpected encounter with my first crush, Arjun, sparking a series of intriguing events.
The incident I’m about to share occurred a year ago when I was invited to a wedding by one of my school friends. Initially, I wasn’t interested in attending. However, another school friend had already created a WhatsApp group, added most of us, and flooded it with messages about gifts, attire, dance songs, and more. Despite my disinterest, I decided to observe how everyone had changed. As I browsed through the display pictures (DPs) of my “grown-up friends,” I came across the picture of my first crush. After school, I had lost contact with many of them due to my relocation within Bengaluru. Moving within the city often feels like moving to an entirely different city itself.
He still looked as attractive as ever (and so did I). However, I’m that person in the group who radiates a significant charm as I had a glow up after my school days. Some guys in the group started texting me after getting my number, but I chose to ignore them.
Eventually, due to persistent persuasion from my school bestie, Rachana, I reluctantly agreed to attend. I got ready in a black transparent saree paired with a half-sleeved blouse. I applied some subtle makeup, darkening the Kajal slightly and adding a black bindi. I adorned a few accessories, with Jhumka being the highlight. Yes, I ensured I looked attractive and hot (as I intended to stand out). The scorpion tattoo on my waist added an extra touch of allure. Spritzing on some Chanel perfume, I was all set. When Rachana arrived, she couldn’t help but be instantly jealous, as I appeared better than her. Nonetheless, I put on my heels, hopped into my car (just for your information, I own a Renault Kwid and drive proficiently), and headed to the wedding hall with her. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my glasses, but I managed to reach the venue by driving cautiously. Due to a full parking area, I had to park my car outside. Rachana got out of the car, informed me she would be inside, and left.
The entire conventional hall was beautifully decorated. Upon entering, I noticed a significant crowd (it’s an Indian Gowda’s wedding, so what else can I expect?). I also observed random guys, uncles, and even aunts staring at me. I was a little overwhelmed, but I enjoy that attention. Rachana then called my name and waved at me from one of the corners where all my old friends had gathered. As I walked towards them, I saw him—my old crush, Arjun. He was the hottest guy in the room, and I feel like he still is. Standing at 5’10”, he had a dusky skin tone, looked muscular (probably hitting the gym regularly), and was dressed in a black shirt with two unbuttoned buttons, grey pants, and polished, shiny shoes. He wore a silver chain, a black wristwatch (not sure about the brand), and had a nice haircut that suited his face, along with a well-grown beard. I knew he would wear black, as it was his favorite color.
Apologies, let me continue. I could sense from everyone’s eyes that they were shocked to see my glow. I shook hands with everyone, including Arjun. His handshake was very firm. We made eye contact for more than necessary, and I became nervous, intentionally looking somewhere else. Then, we all chit-chatted, and Arjun and I spoke normally. We reminisced about events that were nostalgic. During this phase, I could somehow tell that Arjun was checking me out, as were many of our guy friends. Yes, I loved that attention a lot.
Then we went to the stage where the groom and bride were, congratulated them, took photos, and proceeded to the dining hall.
Since I was on a diet and avoided heavy meals at night, I only had a few items. Subsequently, everyone headed to the bar section. Given that I had to drive back and had also forgotten my glasses, I chose not to go and opted to spend more time with Rachana or anyone else. After a while, Rachana went to the dance floor and started dancing. She later pulled me to join, but being in a saree and heels, I limited myself, although I managed to dance a bit. I didn’t see Arjun; perhaps he was in the bar section. Afterward, I returned, sat down, and decided to leave. I invited Rachana to join, but she declined, enjoying herself and planning to reach home in the morning with someone else’s assistance. I agreed, went outside, and was surprised to find it raining. Unfortunately, I had to get drenched as my car was parked outside.
I got into my car, slightly wet due to the rain (physically wet, LOL). Since I was wearing a transparent saree, my cleavage was visible, but I ignored it. I turned on the music, started driving, and unknowingly took the longer route instead of the shortcut, which I later regretted. Stuck in traffic at 10 o’clock, the weather, the music, and my wet state made me wish I had a boyfriend. Although I don’t believe in relationships and only date guys for hookups, I haven’t had any recently due to work commitments. I thought about going home, watching some porn, and using my hero (DILDO). By the way, I live alone in a 1BHK, and my parents visit me occasionally.
Then, to my surprise, I saw Arjun near a bus stand, fully drenched. I could tell he was alone, as his bike (a KTM) was parked in front of the bus stand. I slowed down, contemplating whether to approach him. Unknowingly, I was a bit flustered, so I turned on my perfume without realizing it, reapplied my perfume, and adjusted my saree to reveal my cleavage and navel. I don’t know why I did that. I stopped and started calling him, but he didn’t notice. I called him on the phone, and he answered. I told him and began waving. He smiled, came over, and sat inside my car.
I said, “Arjun, what happened? I didn’t see you after dinner.” He answered, “No, Sahana, I really wanted to stay, but I got a call. So, I had to leave.” Thinking he might need a drop due to the heavy rain and an emergency, I suggested I could drop him wherever he wanted. He declined, saying, “No, Sahana, it’s too late. I think you need to reach home early. Maybe your parents might be waiting.” Since the next day was Sunday, I told him I lived alone and could still drop him. He insisted on a charger, so I offered to get it from the glove compartment. However, when I opened it, the charger fell. Both of us tried to grab it, accidentally bumping our heads. We apologized and found ourselves in close proximity, feeling each other’s hot breath. We made intense eye contact, saw each other’s lips, and he leaned in. We kissed, and I could taste chocolate on my lips, as he had chocolate ice cream at the wedding. We snapped back to reality as his phone started ringing.
He said, “I think I need to leave, um, bye. Good night. Reach home safe.” Confused, and with my car’s glove compartment open, I noticed my visiting card. I offered it to him in case he needed it, and he left.
“Then I started driving home, and all the way, I was thinking only about him. I was regretting why I didn’t make a further move. What if it might have led to a wonderful night? On the other hand, I was also regretting whether he judged me or if I did something wrong. Eventually, I reached home.
After parking and reaching the home’s gate, I got my keys from my bag, opened the door, and entered. Then, I locked it. I checked the time; it was 11. Feeling sad about what happened, I didn’t feel like changing. Neither did I feel like watching porn or doing something else. Instead, I went to the rack where a bottle of Smirnoff vodka was hidden, took it, mixed it with chilled soda, and started drinking while sitting on the sofa, just thinking about the kiss and Arjun.
Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. I was worried about who would visit me at this time. Anyway, I got up, went to the door, and looked through the see-through part. And, OH MY GOD, IT’S ARJUNNNNNNNN. I was completely shocked. Then, I unlocked the door. Seeing him completely drenched with his helmet on his elbow, we again made a lustful eye contact, and boom, we started kissing each other as if the world was going to end, very passionately, right at the door.”
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