07 The Math Test （18）
It’s been three days since I came back home.
Three days since Maa and Papa returned from the funeral.
Three days since I left the Raizada house.
But my mind? My heart? My body? They’re still there.
Still with him.
Every time I close my eyes, the memories come flooding back. I thought it was just me. I thought I was the only one caught in this obsession, the only one secretly burning while pretending to act normal. But those two nights at the Raizada house proved me wrong.
Ansh… he burned too.
I can still feel it. The way his eyes darkened when they found mine. The way his hands gripped me like he’d been holding back for years. His lips—God, his lips—pressing fire into me, demanding, taking, claiming. Every kiss was a confession he didn’t put into words, but I heard it all the same.
And his touch…
I shiver even now remembering it.
The way his fingers skimmed my skin, the way he pulled me against him like I was something he couldn’t let go.
It wasn’t just playful or careless—no. There was hunger in him.
Raw, unfiltered desire that matched the madness I’d been drowning in for so long.
I thought maybe it was only my secret obsession, but those nights showed me—he wants me too.
More than once, I’ve caught myself replaying every detail. His breath warm against my neck, his hand sliding lower, his voice whispering things that made my knees weak. My lips still tingle where he kissed me. My body still aches with the memory of his touch.
And every time I think of it, I lose a piece of myself to him all over again.
How am I supposed to act normal now? How am I supposed to face him, knowing what happened—knowing how much more I want to happen?
Because one truth keeps echoing in my head, louder each time.
It wasn’t just me anymore.
It’s him too.
The last bell rang, and the schoolyard spilled with chatter and laughter as everyone rushed home.
Beside me, Diya was rambling about the math formulas she still couldn’t wrap her head around, her bag bouncing against her hip as we walked.
I nodded, hummed at the right times, even gave her a half-smile.
But the truth? I barely heard a word she was saying.
Because every step I took toward her house made my chest feel tighter, my pulse quicker.
Three days. It had been three long, restless nights since I left the Raizada house. Three nights of staring at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over again until I swore my skin burned with phantom touches. And now here I was, walking back into that same place.
Diya’s voice broke into my haze. “We’ll revise together, okay? Maa said she’ll make pakoras for us later, and Bhai is probably still asleep when we reach. He came home late last night.”
Bhai.
Ansh.
Just the sound of his name from her lips made my breath falter. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, clutching the straps of my bag tighter to steady myself. She was talking about pakoras, about formulas, about her mother. But all I could think of was him.
Would he be there when we walked in? Would our eyes meet the way they did that night?
Would I see that hunger again—or worse, would he act like nothing had ever happened between us?
I told myself I was only going to study. That it was just another afternoon with my best friend. But the truth pulsed louder with every step I took beside Diya.
I wasn’t going there for mathematics.
I was going there for him.
And as Diya laughed at something silly, tugging at my arm to hurry up, all I could think was—
God, what if he’s the one waiting at the door?
We finally reached the Raizada house. My heart was already beating a little faster, though I had no reason to admit why.
The door opened, and there he was—Ansh. His presence alone filled the space, his sharp eyes instantly flickering toward me before settling on his sister.
“Bhai, you’re awake?” Diya asked, surprised.
“Awake?” He gave a low chuckle. “I just came back from college.”
Diya tilted her head. “I thought you wouldn’t go today… you came home so late last night.”
“I had to,” he replied casually. “Important classes.”
Diya stepped inside and looked around. “Where’s Mom?”
“She called me two hours ago when I was in college. She and Dad went to Bua’s house for something. They’ll be back around eight.”
Diya’s face dropped a little. “But Mom promised to make pakoras for us today…”
Ansh smirked faintly. “Yeah, it’s there in the kitchen.”
The moment he said that, Diya’s eyes lit up. “Really?!” She dashed off toward the kitchen.
I stepped inside quietly, but when Ansh closed the door, his gaze finally locked on me. That single second of being trapped under his stare made my skin prickle. I immediately shifted my steps toward the dining table, as if hiding in plain sight.
Diya came back out with a steaming bowl of pakoras, looking excited. “Niyuu, we’ll revise here only—it’s easier to eat and do the math questions together!”
I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. Anything to appear normal when inside, my nerves were fraying.
We started revising, nibbling in between.
But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my eyes betrayed me.
They kept drifting toward him. Ansh had taken a seat on the sofa, exactly where he had a perfect view of me.
His posture looked relaxed, but I could feel his gaze.
Every shift, every brush of his eyes made my heart skip.
Almost an hour passed like that, until one tricky question left us both stumped.
“Bhai!” Diya groaned, waving him over. “We don’t know how to do this. Help us?”
He stood and walked over, his steps unhurried, but for me, each one made the air heavier. He sat right opposite Diya… and beside me.
The moment his shoulder brushed near mine, I felt heat crawl up my neck. He, however, behaved utterly normal, focused on the notebook.
“Okay, look here,” Ansh said, pulling the paper closer. He started explaining calmly, breaking each method step by step, his voice deep and steady. His hand moved over the paper, drawing lines, writing numbers… yet I could only feel the nearness of him.
After a while, he leaned back slightly. “Alright. Now I’ll give you both two different questions. Fifteen minutes. You need to get the correct answer.”
“Why?” Diya frowned, curious.
His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “To see if you actually understood. If you do, you get a reward—one hour nap. If not…” His eyes slid to me, lingering. “…there will be a punishment.”
My throat tightened. That look… I knew that look. The same darkness, the same hunger I had witnessed those two nights at the Raizada house.
I swallowed hard and nodded along with Diya, trying not to show the rush of heat crawling under my skin.
Ansh tore out two sheets, scribbled down questions, and handed one to each of us.
And just like that, the test began.
The dining table was bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, its wooden surface scattered with textbooks, pens, and crumpled sheets of paper. Niyati sat hunched over her math problem, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scribbled equations onto the page.
Across from her, Diya was equally absorbed, her fingers tapping absently on the table as she muttered calculations under her breath. The air was thick with the silence of focused effort, broken only by the occasional scratch of a pen or the soft rustle of turning pages.
Ansh, seated beside Niyati, seemed the picture of casual indifference. His phone glowed in his hand as he scrolled through its screen, his thumb moving lazily, as if he had no greater concern in the world.
Niyati’s pen paused mid-stroke as she felt Ansh’s hand shift beside her. Before she could register what was happening, his fingers slid onto her thigh, light and deliberate. Her breath caught in her throat, her body freezing for a moment as she glanced at Diya.
But Diya was still lost in her math, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Niyati’s gaze flicked back to Ansh, whose expression remained neutral, his attention seemingly fixed on his phone.
Her heart began to pound as his hand moved again, this time slipping under the hem of her pants. Her muscles tensed, her grip tightening on the pen as she tried to focus on the numbers in front of her.
Ansh’s fingers were warm against her skin, moving with a confidence that sent shivers down her spine. His hand slid further, slipping inside her panties, and Niyati’s breath quickened. She could feel her cheeks flush, her body betraying her as she struggled to maintain her composure.
His fingers brushed against her pussy, light at first, teasing the sensitive skin. Niyati’s pen trembled in her hand, the numbers on the page blurring as her mind began to fog. She glanced at Diya again, but her friend remained oblivious, her focus unbroken.
Ansh’s touch grew bolder, his fingers stroking her slowly, deliberately. Niyati’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to stifle a moan.
His thumb grazed her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and she bit her lip hard, her eyes darting between the math problem and the hand that was now rhythmically plunging into her.
Her legs spread slightly, almost involuntarily, granting him better access. The movement was subtle, but it felt like a surrender, her body betraying her resolve.
His fingers moved deeper, his touch relentless, and Niyati’s grip on the pen tightened until her knuckles turned white. The numbers on the page became a meaningless jumble as her mind focused solely on the sensations building within her.
Her breath grew ragged, her chest heaving as she tried to muffle the sounds threatening to escape her lips. Ansh’s hand moved faster, his fingers curling inside her, stirring her wetness as he teased her clit with his thumb. Niyati’s body tensed, her muscles coiling tighter with each stroke.
Diya remained completely unaware, her focus still locked on the equation in front of her. The contrast between her obliviousness and Niyati’s mounting arousal was almost surreal.
Niyati’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her head tilting back slightly as the pleasure became overwhelming. She could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling on the edge of release.
And then it hit her. Niyati’s back arched slightly, her lips parting in a silent cry as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around Ansh’s fingers. Her juices coated his hand, and she shuddered, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm..
Ansh withdrew his hand slowly, his expression smug as he raised his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness. His eyes met Niyati’s, a smirk playing on his lips, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and desire.
Niyati’s gaze flicked to Diya, who was still completely absorbed in her math problem, her brow furrowed in concentration. The contrast was jarring, the normalcy of the scene clashing with the intensity of what had just transpired.
Niyati took a shaky breath, her chest still heaving as she tried to regain her composure. She glanced down at the math problem in front of her, the numbers now sharp and clear, but her mind was still foggy, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm.
She forced herself to focus, her pen moving hesitantly across the page as she attempted to reengage with the equation. The heat between her legs lingered, a constant reminder of what had just happened, but Niyati pushed it aside, her mind slowly returning to the task at hand.
The dining table was quiet once more, the only sounds the scratch of pens and the soft hum of the afternoon.
But beneath the surface, Niyati’s heart still raced, her body still tingling, as she tried to ignore the smirk on Ansh’s face and the way his eyes seemed to linger on her, knowing and unapologetic.