Sitting in the garden behind the building of our faculty, was a leisure I and Hamdaat have always been using to cool our nerves from Friday evenings all through the weekend since the first time we met in our first week in the school. But this time, there’s a little difference in the scenario. The freshness in the air and the chilling weather, which is all as a result of the heavy downpour that ended just an hour ago before we got there. But truly all this didn’t stop me from feeling the heat within me. The laptop computer on my lap and HAMDAAT by my side sitting close to me with her both hands wrapped around my right arm, and due to the height difference, her hair was in a position that I could perceive the smell of hair cream mixed with the damp hair smell due to the numerous ablution she has had to do over the day. The smell was becoming surprisingly erotic for me, and the forbidden thoughts started to creep into my mind again. We’ve been in that position for about an hour or two watching a Bollywood movie which I was obviously not concentrating on again since 15min into the movie as the only thing I had on my mind was romance with the lady beside me but in total honesty not just romance, but it was love actually. YES, I’m in love with HAMDAT. Just as my thoughts go deep, my hands also began to wander around her body also, from her shoulder which has been the initial position, to her waist, and a little touch on her bellybutton and then just as I tried to move on her hips, she looked up at me and our gaze met, we gazed at each other for seconds and I think the thoughts and feelings were actually mutual, because aside the wants I see in her eyes I can swear I feel her nipples getting hard and poking me in my arm from under her sweat shirt, giving me the confidence to finally place my hand on her hips. She passed a smile and got up and said she needed to go back to the hostel. For the 15min walk back to her hostel, we had this awkward and unusual silence between us, even when she walked into the hostel, we hardly said good byes. But deep in my head was this loud voice saying, what’s wrong with you, are you mad, this Is wrong, and it’s impossible, your family won’t approve of it, grandpa wont bless it because the cultural norms of where we originate from doesn’t permit it, even though our religion does. God dammit she’s your sister or at least your cousin sister.