𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆(𝒃𝒙𝒃)

👻CHAPTER THREE👻

Shashi Pov :

''I don't agree with you, you want to travel public transport .....absolutely no......''

''Papa, I just don't want to atttract many attention towards me on my first day on college....please agreeeee.......''

''But why,...don't you want to use the car............Shashi?''

''I just don't want to experience that feeling again''.

''Ok.....but I will send double bodyguards and no objection''.

''Thank you, papa......oh you can send 100 bodyguards I don't have problem''.

''That's my boy................''

At the University of Rajasthan, after a lengthy journey to get to my college, I found it quite challenging since I opted for public transportation instead of my father's car. I wanted to avoid showcasing my family's wealth, Indeed, I come from a wealthy family, but I prefer to live like an ordinary person and I genuinely enjoy living like an ordinary person. Ultimately, my father conceded to my wishes, realizing he couldn't change my mind. A smile crossed my face as I reflected on our little disagreement.

As I approach the entrance, I show my ID card to the watchman, who is kindly known as "uncle." He checks it carefully and grants me access, as having an ID is essential for access. This is a strict policy at my university, emphasizing the importance of security and identification, the importance of maintaining a secure environment.

Strolling through the campus, I couldn't help but notice so much happening around me-like, seriously, a ton of stuff! There were groups of seniors hanging out, some flashy luxury cars parked nearby, and plenty of attractive girls catching my eye. It's funny because even though I might look like a girl, but I actually identify as a guy .

I noticed the transfer students right away because they stood out with their distinct appearance; some of the guys were dressed in white shirts and black pants. I had hoped to wear something similar, but instead, I ended up in a saree, which I found quite challenging to manage. It's amusing, really, as I can't quite figure out how to feel comfortable in a saree. I often wonder how women manage to wear them in their daily lives. Honestly, Mera to agle hi pal mn krta h nikal kr fek du (there are moments when I just want to take it off and toss it aside!)

Just as I was about to take another step forward, my foot caught in the fabric of my saree, and I felt myself losing balance. In a split second, I instinctively reached out and clutched the sleeves of someone nearby to steady myself.

"I'm sorry for unexpectedly taking hold of your shirt., my saree has gotten caught between my foot and my sandal," I explained while steadying myself. As I lifted my gaze, I was met with his striking blue eyes, and I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked.

I had this quick thought, like, if I were still in my boy form, I would totally ask him out without a second thought. But then reality hit me-I'm living in India, where society isn't exactly welcoming to gay couples. A lot of people here see it as a sin, which is frustrating because I don't share that belief. The cool part is, I'm not hiding who I am; I came out to my parents, and they embraced me as their gay son. Honestly, I was so scared they would reject me or maybe abandoned me or hates me, but it turned out to be a beautiful moment. My mom even cried, not out of sadness, but because she had always dreamed of having -a gay son. I couldn't help but laugh when she shared that with me; it was such a heartwarming surprise!

At that moment, she said to me, "Honestly, even if you weren't gay, I would still want to turn you gay because I prefer having a son-in-law over a daughter-in-law. They really know how to treat and care of their man way better than any woma-''.

My train of thought was abruptly interrupted when he turned to me with a look of concern and asked, "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

''I'm fine, thanks to you, and I'm sorry once more''.

''Hello there! I'm Shashi, and what about you?'' I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake, feeling that he might be different from the other boys who tend to display aggression.

He smiled broadly, shaking both hands not one hand excitedly, and said, "Thank goodness you're alright! I'm Rahul."

''Hey Rahul, are you a transfer student too?'' I couldn't help but notice his outfit.

''Absolutely, I am, and I believe you are too, aren't you?''

''Yes, I'm too!!''

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Engaging in conversation with him about our program, class, and group was a delightful experience, and in no time, we found ourselves laughing together because of his great sense of humor. It was such a fun interaction that I even ended up making a few new friends, connecting with a total of nine people in the process.

Shweta, Shreya, Veer, Dheeraj, Anjali, Dev, Mohani, Rahul and Me.

We planned to go to our class, but since some of us are enrolled in different programs, we are not all in the same class together.

I come from an arts, while four person represent the field of commerce, and another four are from the science.

"You all head on without me; I need to take care of something at the administration office," I said, turning on my heel as I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to check in. My father had reminded me to report to the office as soon as I arrived at college, and as many of you know, he is one of the founders of this university. Plus, the administrative staff member I need to see and he happens to be an old friend of my father's, which makes it all the more important for me to stop by.

As I approached the administration office, I was just about to push the door open when, out of nowhere, my foot got caught in my saree again, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the floor.

When I landed on the floor, it didn't feel as hard as I expected; instead, it was surprisingly soft. No, hold on a second; the ground isn't supposed to feel soft and warm like this. It's only when I finally open my eyes and realize where I was lying and what I'm doing. All I can think about is that I just kissed the guy.

I remarked, playfully covering my lips with my hand while gazing at him, a mix of shock and surprise washing over me as I realized he had taken my very first kiss,"Oh bete, mera phela chumma(My first kiss)".

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