The sun's rays of the morning scattered across the dazzling streets of Lucknow like old memories. It was July, and the air was infused with the slight chill of dawn.
A yellow old Ambassador taxi glided along the road, its faint radio noise creating a separate world, detached from the outside.
On the FM, that famous number from the movie *Rocky* was playing—a song that wove together the sweetness of love and its melancholy.
*जैसे फूलों के मौसम में ये दिल खिलते हैं...
प्रेमी ऐसे ही क्या पतझड़ में भी मिलते हैं?
रुत बदले, दुनिया बदले, प्यार बदलता नहीं...*
(*Like hearts bloom in the season of flowers...
Do lovers really meet even in the fall?
Seasons change, the world changes, but love doesn't...*)
Sitting on the back seat was Rohan—just 19 years old, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of college, his heart tinged with the faint fear of leaving home.
Beside him was his elder brother Mohan, 29 years old. Mohan's face looked a bit tired, but to Rohan, he was always the hero—the big brother who brushed off every difficulty with a laugh.
Today, he was taking Rohan to get admission into engineering college.
For Rohan, this journey was the start of a new life. Away from home, separated from friends, and perhaps... in search of some unknown love.
ओ-ओ, दिल तेरे बिन कहीं लगता नहीं, वक्त गुजरता नहीं...
क्या यही प्यार है? हाँ, यही प्यार है...*
(*O-o, without you, the heart doesn't feel right anywhere, time doesn't pass...
Is this what love is? Yes, this is love...*)
The song played on the FM.
Rohan peered out the window. The hoardings lining the road, people sitting at tea stalls, and the row of old havelis in the distance—everything was the same, but today it all felt new.
The tune of the song melted into his ears, like flipping through the pages of an old diary.
"Brother," Rohan said suddenly, turning to Mohan, "Listening to this song, it feels like love only happens in movies. In real life, it's just studies, jobs, and family pressure."
Mohan laughed, signaling the driver to slow down.
"Come on, dude, you're just heading to college. Once you're there, you'll see how many romantic stories you'll weave. Just don't fail your exams, or I'll come and tear up your love letters myself." His laughter carried that brotherly bond that years of separation couldn't erase.
The taxi turned a corner, and the college gate came into view.
The song was still playing—
ओ, दिल तेरे बिन कहीं लगता नहीं... क्या यही प्यार है...*।
(*O, without you, the heart doesn't feel right anywhere... Is this what love is...*.)
Rohan thought, perhaps this story is beginning with this very song. Who knows, maybe a flower will bloom even in the fall. Or perhaps, the blooming of the heart itself is true love.
This is where the story begins—from a taxi seat, from a brother's shoulder, and from the tune of a song...
The taxi stopped at the college gate, and Mohan brother patted my back—like bidding farewell to a warrior on the battlefield. "This is your college, Rohan. This will be your home for the next four years." I nodded, but there was that slight nervousness in my heart, the kind that comes with the scent of a new place.
The college campus was vast—lush green lawns, old brick buildings, and the air filled with that youthful energy that beckons every new boy.
In the admission office, piles of papers, cups of tea, and a crowd of seniors. Having brother there made everything easier. He filled out the forms, paid the fees, and I got allotted a hostel room—second floor, two-bed, with a view of the lawn from the window.
But as we started wandering the campus, I felt eyes fixed on me. Senior boys—some tall and broad, some muscular, some with mischievous smiles—were staring at me intently. Their gestures were crude, like hungry lions sizing up prey. One stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, another rubbed his wrist—clear signals that they'd sniffed out my ass.
I'm fair-skinned, with soft features, a slim body—and shy by nature. All of that acts like an intoxicating poison for those dicks who are fond of fucking asses. My ass is round and plump, soft, like kneaded dough—and they instantly know it's made for cock, ready for fucking.
Being with brother kept anyone from mustering the courage. But at the admission counter, for a brief moment, Mohan brother got busy on the phone.
That was the opportunity. A senior—tall, bearded, muscles bulging under his T-shirt—approached. His eyes were locked on my ass, like measuring a ripe fruit. Then suddenly, he reached out and caressed my cheeks—soft, smooth cheeks, like petting a child, but the hunger in his eyes was clear. "Wow, such smooth cheeks... New here, baby? Which branch are you joining?"
I hesitated, my cheeks flushing red. My heart pounded, but I mustered courage in my voice. "C-Civil."
He laughed—a deep, dirty laugh, like revealing a secret. "Oh? Civil? Then your ass is in for a treat, man. The seniors there are such studs; they sample fresh meat the moment it arrives. Under the guise of ragging, they'll shove their dicks in, and you look like you're already ready." His words carried that ugly truth that breathes within the college walls.
I'd heard about ragging—making you strip, slapping you—but this... this was something else. That hidden hunger for ass-fucking that surges in seniors' cocks. I said nothing, just lowered my head.
When Mohan brother returned, the senior walked away with a smile, but turned back for one last glance at my ass—like promising we'd meet soon.
Admission was complete, the hostel room clean and tidy. Brother unpacked my bag, made me tea, and finally hugged me.
"Take care, Rohan. This world isn't as soft as you." I agreed, but deep down, I knew—this world wanted to swallow my ass whole.
Mohan brother left, the sound of the taxi faded away, and I was alone.
Climbing the hostel stairs, that senior's laugh echoed in my ears.
That first night, lying on the bed, I thought—Is this college, or some jungle where dicks hunt for prey? But deep in my heart, something trembled—perhaps from fear, perhaps from curiosity.
A slight shiver in my ass, like an unknown touch. This was the beginning of a new life—of ragging, of fucking, and perhaps... of that love sung about in songs, but here in the language of cocks and asses.
That first night in the hostel room, I lay alone. Outside, raindrops trickled on the window, and inside, my heartbeat echoed like background music from an old film.
The senior's crude laugh, the eyes fixed on my ass—everything swirled in my mind. But exhaustion finally lured me to sleep, like a mother cradling her child to her chest.
The next morning
With the rays of sunlight, the door opened, and in came Sanjay—my roommate, a fourth-year senior.
Tall and broad, shoulders like a gym model, clean-shaven face with a light trimmed beard. His body was perfect— that of a sturdy young man, light hair on his chest, arms that made you want to be embraced by them.
He tossed his bag, smiled, and said, "New to college, right? Don't worry about ragging; I'll handle everything. Just tell any senior 'Namaste' and say you're Sanjay's little brother. No one will dare bother you."
His ploy worked like magic.
For the next few days, no senior harassed me—no crude gestures, no ass-measuring stares. Sure, the lecherous eyes lingered, like hungry wolves watching prey from afar. But being with Sanjay brother made me feel safe. He was my shield—like a big brother, but something else began to stir in my heart.
Nights came, and brother would lie down in just his V-shaped underwear before sleep. The briefs so tight that his manly weapon—that iron-hard cock—barely fit. The bulge was clearly visible under the soft fabric, like a wild animal writhing in confinement.
My eyes would unconsciously linger there—in the silence of the night, as he breathed softly, that bulge would shift slightly. Maybe brother noticed; sometimes he'd smile, but say nothing.
Then came that day—the towel slipping incident, which became the turning point of my life. Brother entered the room after a bath, wrapped only in a towel.
Wet hair, water droplets glistening on his chest. He rummaged in the cupboard—probably looking for a shirt. I was sitting on the bed reading notes, but my eyes wandered.
Suddenly—whoosh!—the towel slipped, and Sanjay brother stood completely naked before me.
For the first time, I saw his cock—iron-hard, 8 inches long, 5 inches thick, veins bulging, the head mushroom-like and shiny. That cock looked so strong, like it could tear an ass apart, fuck it with love. Brother quickly wrapped the towel back, but it was too late. My eyes were glued.
He turned to me, mischief and a hint of fear in his eyes. "Little one, you didn't see anything, right?" His voice trembled slightly.
I lied, my cheeks burning red.
"N-No, brother, I didn't see anything." But we both knew—I'd seen it all.
That cock was now etched in my eyes, swirling day and night.
At night, when his hand would wander down in sleep, a shiver would run through my ass. I'd fallen in love with his cock—not just to touch it, but to kiss it, suck it, drink its nectar like ambrosia. That cock became my deity.
Those rainy days were like pouring ghee on fire. Clothes wouldn't dry, moisture clung to the air.
One day, Sanjay brother's underwear got soaked too. He roamed around in just pants without it. As he walked, his cock swung in the pants—left-right, up-down, like a free bird. I'd steal glances, heart racing. At night, that bulge robbed me of sleep.
Then came that night— the night of nectar.
Sanjay brother returned from a birthday party around 11 PM. Face flushed, eyes sparkling—with the faint scent of alcohol.
"Little one, go to sleep; classes tomorrow," he said, but he himself lay down wrapped in a towel.
It was midnight when I woke up. Moonlight peeked through the window. My gaze fell on brother—the towel had come undone. His cock stood erect, twitching in excitement—the head shining, veins swollen. Maybe he was fucking someone's ass in his dream.
I don't know where the courage came from.
I slid closer slowly. With a gentle hand, I grasped that cock—hot, hard, feeling the pulse of its veins. I stroked it up and down. Brother didn't wake. Emboldened, I bent down, took the cock in my mouth—juicy, salty taste.
I licked the head with my tongue, sucked that mushroom-sized tip. Brother moaned in his sleep—'Umm... ahh...'.
Perhaps savoring the pleasure of fucking in his dream. After a while, his nectar erupted—hot, salty ambrosia, which I drank without spilling a drop. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, like quenching a thirst of lifetimes.
I slipped back quietly, but seeing brother naked—legs spread in sleep, cock now semi-soft.
Love surged in me. I pulled out my phone, turned off the flash, and took a photo—of brother's naked body, especially his cock. Saved it in a hidden folder, and went to sleep.
I woke early the next morning, went for a morning walk. When I returned, brother was still lying naked.
I quietly draped a sheet over his naked body. Got ready and rushed to college.
In the afternoon, I spotted Sanjay brother in college—he looked different now, like my beloved. In the bathroom, I hid and looked at the photo, kissed the screen.
Days passed like that—the memory of his cock making my ass wet.
Whenever I thought of brother's cock, I'd glance at it on my phone. The pleasure I'd taken from him in his sleep, now I wanted it while he was awake. But seeing no initiative from brother, I decided to take a step forward.
Slowly, I started giving him hints. I used to sleep in lowers, but now I began sleeping in underwear like brother. And I stopped wearing a vest on top.
My body was smooth anyway. Light hair on my chest. Light fuzz around my ass and cock, which I started keeping clean.
I began preparing my body for brother. Who knows when he might take mercy and our physical union might happen.
In my heart, I'd already made brother my husband. Now, I longed for my husband's loving gaze.
Diwali Holidays and the Plan
One day, I asked Sanjay brother, "Brother, are you going home for the holidays?"
"No, little one," he said, "I have to submit an assignment after Diwali, so I'm not going. Everyone else's is done; only mine is left."
Then brother asked me.
I said, "If brother comes from home, I'll have to go."
Hearing this, brother's face fell. He looked disappointed. I hid from him that I wasn't going home either.
This seemed like the perfect chance to make Sanjay brother mine. But I didn't tell him.
I said, "I'll leave for home Friday morning, because it's my birthday that day. I'll reach by evening and celebrate at home."
On Friday morning, brother hugged me, wished me happy birthday, and asked what time the train was.
I said, "11 AM."
Brother said, "Go carefully. And call when you reach."
Saying that, he left for college in the morning, to finish his assignment in the library.
Preparations for the Wedding Night
I was alone in the room all day.
I decorated the entire room with flowers. Prepared the bed for the suhagraat. Ordered a cake online. Went to the market and bought high-quality condoms and lubricant. In the evening, I bathed thoroughly. Applied good deodorant. And waited for my beloved to arrive.
Brother came around 8 PM.
I'd turned off the room lights.
As soon as brother entered and turned on the lights, he was stunned to see me in the room.
I said, "Brother, I didn't go home. Today is my birthday; I wanted to celebrate it with you."
Brother hugged me and said happy birthday.
I said thank you and kissed him on the lips. As soon as I kissed him, he looked at me in surprise and said,
"Little one, what is this?"
I said, "Brother, I've fallen in love with you and want to make you mine. Make me yours."
"No, I see you as my little brother."
"I don't know about that, brother. I love you, and you love me too, but you were afraid to say it. Afraid I'd feel bad. But brother, I can't control myself anymore. I want to make you mine."
"Little one, I was scared. I saved you from the college boys, and now I'm the one with bad intentions toward you. Little one, I love you too." Saying this, he started kissing me passionately.
After 5 minutes of deep kissing, we parted, and I brought the cake.
I cut the cake with brother. We fed each other.
After the cake, brother kissed me again.
We started sucking each other's lips. I said to brother, "Brother, food will arrive soon. I ordered online. Till then, go take a bath and freshen up."
Brother went to bathe.
I turned on an FM radio channel. At that time, FM was playing old Hindi songs. Listening to the songs, I waited for brother.
By the time he came back from the bath, the food had arrived. We ate together. After eating, brother went outside to smoke a cigarette, and here in the room, I got busy with the next planning.
Dimming the room lights, I put on a bra and panties, sat on the bed, and waited for my sweetheart.
After a while, brother returned. Seeing the dim lighting, he said, "Little one, you've created an amazing atmosphere."
He came to me and removed the sheet from over me.
Seeing me in bra and panties, he was overjoyed and hugged me.
I stood up and brought him warm milk, feeding it to him with my hands.
By now, brother understood what he had to do. Now, I surrendered the reins to him.
He lifted me in his arms, laid me on the bed, and started kissing me from top to bottom with his lips.
He placed the seal of his lips on every inch.
At that very moment, the FM started playing the same song,
From the movie *Rocky*, in the duet voices of Lata Mangeshkar and Kishore Kumar....
song
"पहले मैं समझा, कुछ और वजह इन बातों की।
लेकिन अब जाना, कहाँ नींद गई मेरी रातों की।
जागती रहती हूँ मैं भी, चाँद निकलता नहीं।।
ओ-ओ, दिल तेरे बिन कहीं लगता नहीं,
वक़्त गुज़रता नहीं,
क्या यही प्यार है?
बोलो, बोलो ना हाँ, यही प्यार है"
("I thought at first, there was some other reason for these words.
But now I know, where has the sleep of my nights gone.
I too stay awake, the moon doesn't rise..
O-o, without you, the heart doesn't feel right anywhere,
Time doesn't pass,
Is this what love is?
Tell me, tell me yes, this is love")
Sanjay brother's lips were glued to mine. The song's lyrics described our love.
The story will continue.