Chapter-1
I did very big mistakes in my life that did irreparable damage to me. I never expected even in my worst nightmares that one day I would end up as a drug addict, porn star, a prostitute and find myself in a Jail. I lost my money, I lost my character, I lost my dignity, I lost my relations, I lost my health and finally I lost myself.
It all started 5 years ago. My name is Shravani and I was studying B. Tech 1st year in Chennai and was 19 at that time. Being born in an upper middle class family, I enjoyed all the luxuries in life at that time. Both my parents were central govt. employees and provided me with whatever I wanted as they couldn't spend time with me. I was an average student, not very serious about studies and used to bunk classes frequently with my friends.
I first met Kishor in a youth festival organized in Kochin. We went there to participate in the event, Western Group Song. Due to some reason our event was postponed to the evening session of the first day and without another option we settled before the stage and started watching the western solo dance performances. Many participants came on to the stage and failed miserably to entertain the audience. We felt very bored and some of us drifted into sleep. We woke up to a sudden loud music and opened our eyes to see a handsome young man dressed like Jackson in Black trousers, White shirt and Black hat dancing in sync with the beat and the audience started cheering him with whistles and claps. He did many difficult steps gracefully and enthralled the audience. Soon he completed his performance and descended the stage. I liked him very much in the first look itself. His looks, style and talent attracted me very much.
Later when I saw him at the canteen, I went to him and introduced myself. I got to know that his name is Kishor and he too is from Chennai. I told him that his dance was excellent and he thanked me for the compliments. Later we had lunch together and exchanged our email ids and other information.
He was there at the stage while we were performing. Immediately after getting down from the stage, I went to him and asked how it was. He said that we did a good job.
In the next two days of the fest, we spent a lot of time with each other participating in the fun events and exchanging our likes and dislikes. We have a lot in common and became very close in those two days. Soon the youth festival came to an end it was time for the prize distribution. Kishor had won two prizes and was selected for the nationals.
That night we were supposed to leave. So I and Kishor met in the canteen that evening.
"We're leaving tonight." I told with a sad expression on my face.
"Me too." he replied.
Silence prevailed for some time and both of us were a little bit uneasy. Finally I opened up and said, "I love you."
He was dumbstruck with my sudden statement and gazed into my eyes. I gathered all my courage and kissed him on his cheek.
"Meet you in Chennai." I told with a mischevious smile and ran away from there.
Chapter-2
After reaching Chennai we became even closer. I got to know that Kishor's parents died when he was 12, leaving a small house behind for him and he was studying on a scholarship from the government and doing part time job as a guitarist. I grew fonder of him due to his frankness. I set aside all my friends and started spending all my free time with him. Every evening he picks me up from college on his bike and we used to hang out in some park or restaurant or multiplexes. On the weekends we used to go on joy rides for long distances. Kisses, hugs and smooches became a habit for us. I never restricted him from having access to any of my body parts. Whenever we're alone he used to lie in my lap and starts playing with my breasts by fondling, sucking and biting them. Sometimes if we were in a very secluded spot, I would remove my top and bra so that he could have a better access.
Days were passing like this joyously. I still remember that day. It was February 22, his birthday. I thought of giving him a memorable birth day present. After both my parents had left to office, I invited him to my home. I told him to be at my place by 12 PM. I had ordered a cake, prepared Biryani, his favorite, decorated my bed room and then had a long bath. I came out from the shower wrapped in a towel, dried myself, put on some makeup, wore a gold chain, bangles and anklets but remained wrapped in the towel itself without putting on any clothes.
The door bell rang exactly at 12. I looked through the peep hole. It was him. I took a long breath and opened the door like that just in my bath towel exposing half of my breasts and my meaty thighs. The locket of the gold chain was dangling on my chest. He was dumbstruck with the view before him. I ushered him inside and closed the door. I made him sit on the sofa, stood before him, took off the towel looking into his eyes and said, "Happy Birthday."
Suddenly the door opened and to my horror there standing at the door was my mother and I was tongue tied. I was almost paralyzed with the shock. There I was standing nude before my boy friend in our living room and my mother had caught me red handed. After seeing my mother, Kishor ran away. I could see that my mother was very furious. She came to me and gave me one tight slap across the face. I ran into my room, locked the door from inside and dressed immediately. Within an hour my father reached home and called me. However I decided to face them and came out of the room.
"I love him and I'll marry him." I spat it out bluntly. There came another slap this time from my father. After a lot of argument my father declared that I would not be going to college anymore and locked me in my room and took away my cell phone and internet connection.
