Hey, anonymous, my name is Rajveer Singh Shekhawat, and I have a confession that I’ve kept hidden for months. It’s about a night that changed everything—my understanding of friendship, my loyalty, and the way I’ve looked at love. It’s about my best friend, Riya, and the night that turned our bond upside down.
I’m from Jaipur, and Riya lives in Navi Mumbai. We’ve been friends since class 9, and we shared everything—our deepest secrets, wildest dreams, and all the messy parts of growing up. The three of us, Riya, Akash, and I, were the trio everyone envied at Seedling School. But things weren’t always as they seemed. Beneath the surface, there was always a tension, something unspoken, something I had never dared to acknowledge.
But Riya was special. She wasn’t just my best friend; she was my confidant, my family. The truth is, I always harbored deeper feelings for her. I just never had the guts to admit it. She was the one who knew everything about me, from my first heartbreak to my worst failures. We had a connection that went beyond friendship, even though I never said it out loud. I kept my feelings hidden, thinking it would ruin what we had. But that all changed the day she sent me a gift.
It started with a trip. I was heading to Goa with a friend, and I thought about visiting Riya in Mumbai before the trip. I figured it would be a nice break, a chance to relax and catch up. We had always stayed at each other’s places, but this time, the air was different. There was an unspoken electricity, something I couldn’t quite understand but felt deep down. Riya had always been more than just a friend to me, but I never knew if she felt the same.
When I got to Mumbai, Riya asked me to come a week earlier than planned. She wanted me to stay with her before heading to Goa. I agreed, eager to see her, but also nervous about what was brewing between us.
We spent the first few days just hanging out, going to the beach, grabbing drinks, and talking like we used to. But something was off—there was this constant undercurrent of tension, an unspoken question hanging in the air. And it wasn’t just me who noticed it.
A few days before my departure for Goa, Riya told me she had a surprise for me—a gift I could only open when I got to Mumbai. She insisted that I open it two days before I left. I was curious, excited even. I didn’t know what she had planned, but I had a feeling it would be something memorable.
When I finally opened the gift in her flat, my heart raced. The box was big and heavy, and I couldn’t wait to see what was inside. But when I tore off the wrapping, I was stunned. Inside the box were four packets of condoms, two pairs of handcuffs, and a tiny, barely-there red pair of shorts.
I stared at the contents, my mouth dry and my mind racing. I had no idea what to think. This was Riya, my best friend. I was used to playful jokes and surprises from her, but this? This was crossing a line, wasn’t it?
Just as I was processing it, I heard the bathroom door click open. Riya stepped out, wearing a hot, barely-there red bikini and matching panties that clung to her curves like a second skin. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her body. The air between us thickened, heavy with an undeniable tension.
She walked toward me slowly, her hips swaying with each step, her gaze locked on mine with an intensity I had never seen before. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
I swallowed hard, still unable to find words. I was stunned, lost in the sight of her. I’d seen Riya in swimsuits before, but never like this. Never like she was standing right in front of me, daring me to break the silence, daring me to cross a line we’d never spoken about before.
“Riya, what is this?” I managed to say, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and desire.
She smiled, but it wasn’t her usual playful grin. There was something else there—something dark, something filled with want. “It’s a gift, Raj. For you. For us.”
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say something, to stop what was happening, but as I looked at her, I knew it was too late. The air was charged with desire, and everything we’d been holding back for so long was about to burst out.
Then, my phone buzzed. It was my girlfriend—text after text, a string of worried messages asking where I was and why I wasn’t picking up. I felt the guilt settle in my stomach like a stone. This was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be alone with Riya, especially not like this.
But as I looked up from my phone, Riya was already there, her hands on my chest, pushing me back gently onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, her body pressing against mine, her skin warm and soft. Her lips were inches from my ear, and she whispered, “Don’t worry about her. Tonight, it’s just you and me.”
I froze for a moment, torn between the guilt of my girlfriend and the overwhelming desire I felt for Riya. But the way Riya was looking at me—the way her body felt against mine—made it impossible to resist.
She leaned in and kissed me. Not a gentle kiss, but a hungry, desperate kiss, as if she had been waiting for this moment for years. I tried to pull away, tried to remind myself that this wasn’t right, but she didn’t let me. Her hands slid under my shirt, and she ripped it off as if she couldn’t wait any longer.
I was shocked. But more than that, I was turned on. Every touch, every brush of her skin against mine made it harder to think. The guilt was still there, gnawing at the back of my mind, but I couldn’t focus on it. I couldn’t focus on anything except Riya.
She pulled off her bikini top and let her breasts fall free, and that’s when I lost all sense of control. My hands found her waist, and I pulled her close, kissing her hard, tasting her like I’d been starving for it. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies pressed together, our clothes discarded on the floor.
She was on top of me, straddling my hips, her body a vision of perfection. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Raj,” she whispered. “You have no idea how much.”
I couldn’t answer. I was lost in her, lost in the heat of the moment, lost in the fact that this was happening. I should have stopped. I should have thought about my girlfriend. But the way Riya moved, the way she touched me—it was too much. It was all too much.
She reached for the handcuffs and looked at me, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Without thinking, I nodded.
She cuffed my hands to the bedposts, and the feeling of helplessness was intoxicating. I was at her mercy, and as she kissed me again, I realized I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Riya teased me mercilessly with her fingers, driving me wild. Her soft, delicate touch sent jolts of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I begged her, my voice desperate, “Riya, please.”
She smiled, a wicked smile that sent chills down my spine. “Please what, Raj?” she asked, her voice dripping with lust.
And then she slid down my body, her mouth finding its way to where I needed her most. I gasped, my mind spiraling as she took her time, skillfully pleasuring me until I couldn’t take it anymore. Her tongue, her touch—it was like nothing I had ever experienced. And when I finally came, I knew I was lost.
But that was just the beginning.
We spent the night together, losing ourselves in the heat of our desire, in the thrill of our forbidden connection. We didn’t talk about the consequences, the guilt, or the fact that I was cheating on my girlfriend. We didn’t care. All that mattered was that we were together, finally, in a way we had never been before.
The next morning, I woke up beside her, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to feel. The guilt came rushing back, but so did the excitement. Riya, the girl I had always considered my best friend, was now the girl I had just slept with. And I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
As I left for Goa, Riya whispered one last thing in my ear: “This doesn’t change anything, Raj. We’re still best friends, but we’re also something more.”
And that’s how it all began—our secret, our hidden affair, one that continues to this day whenever Riya comes back to Jaipur.