The rain thickened again by late afternoon, turning the campus into a blurred world of wet stone and low thunder. Aanya sat through her last lecture of the day with Arjun’s cum still slowly leaking into her underwear, the soft cotton of his shirt rubbing constantly against her bare nipples. Every shift of her thighs reminded her of how thoroughly he had used her against his door only hours earlier. Her body felt marked—sore in the best way, sensitive, restless.

When the class ended she stepped into the covered corridor and almost walked straight into Kabir.