BURNING BOUNDARIES 🚒

Burning Boundaries: Riya's Confession

Anonymous Submission • SpicyRaaz

Back in school, I was Riya—the topper, the teacher’s favorite, the good girl who could do no wrong. My parents trusted me blindly. My friends envied my grades. I was the one who stayed late at night with her books and highlighters, sipping chai while solving mock papers for fun. Until… Ayush happened.

He was two years senior. Dark-skinned, rugged, with a smile that could melt ice and eyes that looked like they knew secrets you weren't ready to hear. I met him after the lockdown, during one of the school reopenings. He wasn't from my class, not even my batch. But he knew how to talk. How to make me feel things I never knew were inside me. It started with simple glances. Then smiles. Then... whispers that curled like smoke around my ears.

He lied to me about his health—told me he might not have long to live. That life was short. That feelings should be lived loud. At first I pitied him. Then I desired him. And eventually, I gave in to him completely.

My attendance dropped. My tuitions became a joke. I bunked classes just to spend a few minutes breathing in his scent—the raw musk on his skin, and the sudden sweetness of his perfume that lingered on my blouse even hours after I’d left him. I still remember that one — heady, bold, with notes of vanilla and something deep... almost sinful. It turned me on before his hands even touched me.

We started off kissing in alleyways, under old peepal trees and behind the dilapidated science block. Then it got bolder. He would pull me into the backseat of his friend's car and unbutton my shirt one button at a time as I bit my lip, hoping no one walked by.

The day we made love for the first time, it was raining. We were in the corner of a field near the village pond. My white uniform stuck to my body. He ran his fingers along my wet bra strap and whispered, "You’re not a good girl anymore." I had goosebumps in places I didn’t know existed.

He made me lie on the wet grass as his lips explored every inch of me. My thighs trembled with every lick, my breath hitched as his tongue moved deeper. The thrill of being caught, of hearing someone walk past just meters away, made every moment more intense. I held back my moans until I couldn't, and when I finally came, it echoed in a soft gasp, disguised by the thunder above us.

After that, we couldn’t stop. Public places turned us on. It became our fetish. From the back of Ayush’s scooty in an empty parking lot to the storeroom of his friend's mobile repair shop — we did it everywhere. He liked seeing me scared. I liked feeling wanted. We were dangerous together.

One day, near an abandoned temple pond, things went too far. I was sitting on his lap, skirt hiked up, his hand inside me when a group of 3–4 local boys walked in on us. We froze. One of them grinned and said, “Share something with us too... or we’ll take it.” My heart stopped.

Ayush stood up, zipped up quickly and pulled me behind him. He told them off, tried to sound threatening. But we were just two scared teenagers. One of them tried touching my arm — and that's when I screamed. I screamed so loud, a nearby farmer came rushing. The boys fled. But I remember my legs shaking for an hour afterward.

We stopped meeting for some time. I focused on studies again. But the craving never left. The taste of danger. The smell of his perfume on my skin. The way he pulled my hair and told me I wasn’t anyone’s ‘good girl’ anymore. He ruined me in the most beautiful way.

Now years later, I’m in college, stable, serious, and sane. But sometimes I walk past someone wearing that same perfume, and my knees go weak. I look around and remember the field, the rain, the breath on my neck. And I know... some love stories are not meant for the world — they’re meant to be confessed in the dark.

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