She had always been curious about life outside her structured world, a mix of British roots and the vibrant cultures of India and Pakistan flowing through her veins. Moving to America for university was meant to be a fresh start, a taste of independence she had only dreamed of. Little did she know, it would be more than just a cultural awakening.
He lived next door in the bustling dorm, a student with an easy smile and eyes that seemed to see through her guarded exterior. Their casual exchanges at first—brushing past each other in the hallway, shared glances in the library—soon turned into something deeper, more magnetic. One late night, after a party that left the campus humming, they found themselves alone, the air between them heavy with unspoken desire.
She had never felt this way before, heart racing as he drew closer, fingers lightly brushing hers. And in that moment, her curiosity gave way to passion, as they surrendered to the pull they’d been resisting for weeks.
