Of Half Love, Half Friendship

It was during the second year of my four year course when things started to change. Being a localite, I had the advantage of knowing the city better along with my personal vehicle to move around places. As I was a geek in college, all I cared for was marks... Yes, they mattered a lot to me. And I did everything I could to score well in my exams. 

Due to this, I got a little popular amongst the 400 students in the whole batch. It was when my technical skills got into the limelight, a lot of students started approaching me. In that lot, there was a guy named, Sachin who came here from another city and didn’t know anyone. He had a different background and thus wasn’t really strong in his subjects. He was the first guy who genuinely approached me for studies and according to him, I was the first girl who said yes to teaching him things and help him through.

We clicked in one instant became best friends in college. As he didn’t know anything in the city, I took him to a lot of places. Places that became our favorite spots for a hangout. Time flew and we got closer. But it was only a good friendship that we shared.

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One fine evening, we were invited to a friend’s birthday party which was organized in a club. We went there, had a few drinks, ate good food and danced! With each other... a lot! Our bodies were grooving just right on the music beats and we were completely in rhythm with each other. Everyone felt there was something going on between us then (but actually nothing was going on)! 

We only shared a good chemistry.

Both of us headed to a friend’s place for the sleepover, where everyone reached and slept (given the number of drinks everyone had). We too were drunk but were totally in our senses. We just lay on the bed where we found some space. There were other two friends who were lying on the same bed but we didn’t care and decided to doze off.

In reality, none of us sleep that night. Sure, we wanted to, but couldn’t. Call it the effect of the alcohol or whatever, but I was tipsy and he was calmer than usual. Just when I pushed myself into the sleeping mode, I felt something, underneath my dress! I instantly stopped it and later realized it was Sachin’s hand! I had goosebumps all over my body and he just wanted to take his hands inside more. I knew I had to put a stop to it and I tried... a lot! But couldn’t control him... or let’s just say, resist him!

His hand gave me that electric current that I had never felt in my life, ever! He knew I was liking it and so moved his hands more, first on my neck, then on my hands, moving to my stomach and then above it. He was trying to undo my bra but couldn’t! Obviously, he was a naive boy. The first thought that crossed my mind was, we’re just friends! We’re not even committed! How can we do this? But my body had no intentions listening to my mind. I just wanted to be in his arms. He touched me... and kissed my lips and it was magical. I knew it wasn't love and yet I didn’t want him to stop!

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We kissed and kissed some more! Our tongues were dancing with each other when we sealed our lips together. He wanted to do more... I wanted to do more but we had other people around us! The night passed touching each other at places unexplored!

The following day, it felt different to both of us. We knew it was the effect of last night. But with morning, came the reality. We weren’t committed and what we had last night wasn’t what friends do.

We discussed this and decided to keep ourselves in limits and maintain the friendship we had. But the fact was our friendship had been effectively ruined that night.

We couldn’t resist for even a week and decided to continue our incomplete affair. And we booked a hotel for the same. Getting in the hotel wasn’t a problem. I had friends in the city and it wasn’t a task. 

From that day on, our rendezvous became a regular affair. We went to the hotel every fortnight and gave our bodies that much-needed pleasure. Sure, I started having more affection for him and he became a bit possessive for me. We knew we liked each other a lot, but none of us wanted to put a label to what we were having. Maybe we were scared of losing it once we put it in a label. I didn’t want to risk that. Nor did he.

We knew we were more than friends but less than lovers. Maybe we were Friends With Benefits! At some points, when I flirted with other boys or simply hang out with them, he would get jealous. He never said a word, yet his eyes said it all. And I kind of liked this arrangement. There were no strings attached. And yet some invisible strings were tying us together.

With college, our affair ended as well. But during this while, neither did he nor did I found anyone else. After changing cities, we almost lost touch with each other.

And today, when I look back I feel just fine. Because there weren’t any strings attached, right?

Cheers

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 “I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend”

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Being Misunderstood.. I hate it!

So it was 2^rd year in college. My best friend was having an affair with another friend of mine, who happened to be a Muslim guy. Now, a Hindu girl and a Muslim guy, you know how complicated it gets. We three were best friends with each other and I was obviously was the mediator between them in times of crisis! I’m sure you know what happens to the mediator?! If you don’t know, then keep reading it ahead.

College flings are no big deal, but getting serious affects the one who is with you. So was the case with my friend (guy). Everybody was after her, which wasn’t the issue. The issue was she too had fallen for someone else (temporarily) and it was during that temporary period everything got messed up. I was the only friend to the guy and we shared almost everything with each other. And hell no, it wasn’t a love triangle! He didn’t fall for me and I didn’t ever fall for him. *Sigh*. We were just friends. Period.

As I knew what had been going on both sides, I had to be really honest and rational with my expert advice :P. The fling with that guy with whom my friend was getting involved was getting a bit too serious. Regular phone calls and meetings with each other became a daily business.. Now, when you already have a boyfriend and that too a super possessive one, what do you do to meet the third guy? You lie, obviously! And that was what was happening.

In the midst of all this confusion, I knew my friend was playing with this Muslim guy and he was hell more than serious about her! And on one horrible day, he asked me what should he do?

What do you think I should have suggested him? (Coz he was aware of everything about the flings and all, but wasn’t ready to take a bold decision). I don’t really know, what the hell was going on in my mind then. I thought about both of them, their natural traits, their relationship and the other risks that were involved if we consider their relationship in a long term. And guess what? I said, “Leave her”!!

Well yes, I became the big bitch! It was a bit straight on my part to say that and I always regret saying it. Later that evening, we had a cat fight! It was bad. Real bad. Both of them, settled their issues, and me, being the third party, err, mediator was obviously kicked out! It sounds a bit funny right now, but it was a bad time for me. I didn’t mean to spoil things between them. I loved both of them- as  friends and as a couple. I didn’t want to break their hearts. Never ever. And knowing their families, I knew none of them had any future with each other. So at that point I became the most hated creature on the planet. We sorted it all out later and in a very mature way. But that is one incident where I realized never to get involved in such stuff.

I am sure something of this sort must have happened with you as well? Feel free to share.

Written for NabloPoMo July 2015-Connect

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Cheers

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