It all started innocently enough, like most things do in this city. I’d been chatting with Rina for a few weeks, a vibrant, outspoken girl I met through common friends. Our conversations were always laced with a playful flirtation, and soon, they started venturing into bolder territory. She’d share explicit details about past hookups, describing things men did to her, making me blush and my imagination run wild. I’d never encountered someone so uninhibited, and a part of me, the shy, traditional Indian boy, was both intrigued and a little intimidated. The anticipation of something more was electrifying, making my heart race whenever her name popped up on my screen.
The Night My Dream Date Became My Worst Nightmare
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