Nishi’s Youthful Fire – The New Tenant Girl in Mama’s Flat

Hi, I’m Nirav. I’ve just given my honours exams, so now I have plenty of free time. Anyway, I’ll eventually have to take over my father’s business, so no worries about getting a job. With all this free time, I decided to head to Khulna—my maternal grandparents’ place. The journey from Dhaka didn’t take long.

After reaching and freshening up, I was chilling and chatting with my cousin sister Sumaiya. Suddenly Nishi appeared. At first, seeing me, she felt shy and was about to leave, but Sumaiya immediately called out:

“Hey Nishi, where are you going? Come sit here. This is my cousin brother Nirav—he’s come from Dhaka.”

Sumaiya continued, “You should spend some time with him. I’m getting bored anyway. Talk to him a bit.”

So Nishi had no choice but to sit and start chatting with me. From our conversation, I learned she’s in her 2nd year of honours now and has been living in Mama’s flat for the past three months. Talking to her felt easy—we quickly became friendly. After that first meeting, whenever we saw each other, we’d talk normally like old friends.

The next day, around noon, I was alone on the balcony of my room reading a book. My room is right opposite Nishi’s—just a small gap between them. In the heat of midday, almost everyone was asleep. That’s when Nishi appeared.

From the very first day I saw her, something about Nishi made my breath catch. Fair skin, big expressive eyes, and in the light summer salwar-kameez, she looked even more irresistible—her figure perfectly outlined by the thin fabric.

Seeing me, she smiled and said,

“What’s up, Bhaiya? Sitting here all alone? You could have called me too.”

I laughed and replied,

“Hmm, I was just thinking that… but I don’t even have your number to call you.”

She smiled and said,

“Yeah, that’s true. Take my number—you’ll need it for many things.”

Saying that, she pulled a chair and sat right beside me. The heat had made her sweat a little, her hair slightly messy, and from her body came an intoxicating, natural scent that was driving me crazy with desire. We kept talking, getting closer without even realizing it.

Suddenly her dupatta slipped a little off her shoulder. I looked instinctively and couldn’t tear my eyes away. Nishi noticed and gave a naughty smile.

“What are you looking at?” she whispered teasingly.

Even though I felt shy, I smiled back.

“You don’t want me to look?”

Nishi stayed silent for a moment, then slowly took my hand in hers. In that hot afternoon, her soft touch sent a shiver through my entire body. Her fingers sparked a strange excitement in my chest.

Then she looked into my eyes and said softly,

“Nirav Bhaiya… from the moment I saw you yesterday, I fell for you. Now I can’t stay even a moment without you. If you want… you can do anything with me. I won’t say no. Because I love you.”

Hearing those words, my breath froze. Honestly, I had felt the same pull the first time I saw her—I don’t know if it was love, but I knew I desperately wanted her close.

I didn’t waste any more time. I pulled Nishi very close to me. She didn’t resist at all. Her warm breath brushed against my cheek. When our lips met, a wave of electric thrill spread through my body.

Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly. I pulled her even closer. The hot afternoon, the silence all around—we were completely lost in each other. Her body heat, my touch, that secret moment—it transported us to another world entirely.

The balcony was dead silent except for the faint sound of hot wind. We had come so close that our breaths were mingling on each other’s skin.

Nishi looked down shyly and whispered,

“Bhaiya… let’s go inside. If someone sees us, it’ll be a disaster.”

So I took her hand, led her into my room, and locked the door.

I whispered,

“Now everyone’s asleep… besides, this moment is only ours.”

Saying that, I slowly removed every piece of her clothing. Then I laid her down on the bed, climbed over her, held her tightly, and became fully intimate with her.

Her body trembled, her breathing quickened. From her lips came sounds of pure pleasure:

“Ah… ah… Nirav Bhaiya… harder… please harder… ah… it feels so good…”

We continued like that—deep, passionate thrusts—for quite a while. Finally, both of us reached the peak together. Our release came in waves.

Afterward, I held her close for a long time, lying together. Then I whispered,

“I’ll call you tonight… come to me.”

From that day onward, every night we met in secret. No words were needed—just the warmth of each other’s bodies, the touch of skin, and the pull of our hidden passion. That afternoon became the most unforgettable—and sweetest—moment of our lives.

The End.