## Nandu's POV

I stretched out, yawning, only to jolt upright—why was I naked, with Sowmya's warm palm resting boldly on my breast and her thigh tucked dangerously between my legs? My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. "Omg! Am I... not a virgin anymore?" I whispered to myself, half in horror, half in wild awe.

I peeked over. "Sowmyaaaa, wake up!" I nudged her, my voice trembling with panic. She just mumbled, "Nandu, too early, let me sleep please..."

"Please, madam, check your costume first!" She slowly glanced down, realized her own nakedness, and with a yelp, yanked the sheets up to her chin. We stared at each other, silence heavy for a minute.

I broke it. "Are we still virgins?" My voice was tiny, half-anxious, half-testing.

She rolled her eyes, face flushed. "Shut up! This isn't sex, silly. Just... a little romance and arousal. You can't lose your virginity from that, Nandu!"

That knowledge made me snort laugh. "Thanks for clarifying, Doctor Sowmya. Now, let's dress up—we've got an exam, girl! And for god's sake, we better keep this our secret or the whole college will never look at us the same."

### Sowmya's POV

Nandu wasn't wrong—nobody could ever know! I scrambled into my clothes, heart hammering. Three kilometers later, as I prepped for the science exam at home, my mouth still tingled with her taste, my mind replaying every shiver and whisper from last night. My body craved another round, but I snapped myself back to focus. Her voice explaining science echoed in my head, her excitement so contagious, I breezed through every question with confidence.

Afterwards, at the cafeteria, our whole gang huddled together checking answers. Nandu and I barely made eye contact—too much heat, too many memories on our tongues.

### Nandu's POV

I aced my exam, though every so often I flushed at the ghost-feeling of Sowmya's mouth at my nipples. Part of me wanted to avoid her, afraid I'd never be able to stop myself from giggling or staring, but part of me thrilled at the thought: are my babies really "stolen" forever? Oh, who am I kidding—I loved it.

Whenever I swallowed, I felt the aftertaste of last night's adventure, her flavour still clinging to my lips, the secret both shameful and delicious. The world kept spinning. At lunch, with friends all around, we pretended nothing had happened, not even glancing at each other.

Rahul came by, wearing that "I-miss-your-face" look.

"Hey, Rahul," I greeted him.

"You all buried in exams?" he grinned.

"Yes!" chorused the gang.

"So, tomorrow's the last?"

"Yes..."

He leaned in conspiratorially, "Nandu, shall we meet after your last exam?"

I tossed out an "Ok"—flat as extra curry leaves on a thali. Inside, I was still too busy replaying everything else, but outside, I tried to look unfazed.

### Rahul's POV

I could find Nandu blindfolded, just by her scent—today it led me straight to her in the cafeteria. She looked covered up for exam days, but her boobs still made a statement, always pulling attention. I wanted to ask her about us, to steal a few minutes, but she barely gave me anything. Just "Ok." That stung, but she's got her mind on the exam grind. Tomorrow it's my turn.

### Priya's POV

Lately, it feels like Nandu is always with Sowmya; me, I feel left behind like last year's syllabus. She's been my best friend for two whole years! Did I do something wrong? My heart ached, so I pulled her aside.

"Hey, Nandu... have I messed up? You're always with Sowmya now!"

She wrapped me up in a quick hug. "Priya! She's just new, and she helped a ton with maths when I needed it. But you—*you* are my best friend for life. After the exams? We'll still hang out. I'm here for engineering, remember?"

Tears sprang to my eyes, happy ones. She always knew how to say the right thing. Even though she could tell I was hiding something—like maybe, I'm not coming back next year—she respected it, accepted it, just like always. That's Nandu. Kind, clever, and utterly irreplaceable.

### Nandu's POV—Back Home

After school, I flopped onto my messy bed—**the sheets a jumbled memory of Sowmya's skin, my own sweat, and the spice of something new**. "Yuk, yuk. It doesn't even smell like a boy—just girl," I groaned, tugging off the sheets and tossing them in the wash.

Mom poked her head in, "Nandu, didn't I just wash those last week!? Can't you keep it clean for at least a week?"

I grumbled an excuse, heart pounding.

Right then, Teja burst in, smelling of grass and sweat, cricket kit slung over his shoulder. "Hey Akka, how was the exam?"

"Good!" I replied, still distracted.

He flopped down, "Thanks for letting me nap here—my room was leaking. By the way, what's this amazing scent on your bed? What's that brand?"

"Which side did you sleep?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"The right. Why?"

Internally, I cringed. Is it me, or Sowmya? Or both? Poor kid, he's sniffing pure post-girlfest adrenaline and sleepover sweat and calling it a fancy perfume. If only he knew...

No, Teja. That's not my perfume, maybe last night Sowmya slept here so its her's !

i casually replied like a matured adult!