Nisha's hands trembled as she dragged her suitcase into the dim corridor of the girls' hostel. The echo of her footsteps bounced off the concrete walls, mixing with the chatter of seniors gathered in clusters.
It was her first time away from home. A new city, a new college, and now—this unfamiliar place filled with strange faces.
She just wanted to reach her room quietly.
Room 207.
As she reached the door, it creaked open before she could knock.
A girl stood inside. Calm. Mysterious. Long black hair cascading over her shoulder. She was reading a novel, but her eyes—cold and unreadable—slowly lifted toward Nisha.
"You must be Nisha," she said, her voice low.
Nisha nodded nervously. "And… you are?"
"Mina. Your roommate."
That was it. No smile. No hug. Just that. Nisha felt her stomach twist.
Later that evening, a group of seniors barged into their room, laughing loudly.
"Welcome, freshers!" said Neha, the ringleader. She tossed her hair back like she owned the entire building.
Nisha stood frozen.
Neha smirked. "Don't be so scared. It's just a game."
They circled Nisha like sharks.
"Here's your dare," Neha said. "Kiss your roommate. On the lips."
Nisha's eyes widened. "What? No—"
"It's just for fun. Unless you'd prefer option two: send us a nude of yourself. Pick one."
Her legs felt weak.
Mina stood up.
"That's enough," she said.
Neha rolled her eyes. "Fine. If you won't do it now, do it before midnight. Record it. Or we make life hell for you here."
With a final laugh, the seniors left.
Silence. Tension.
Nisha stood by the bed, trembling.
Mina looked at her calmly. "You okay
"I don't know what to do," Nisha whispered her voice cracked.
Mina sighed. There's only one solution we need to find a girl who's willing to do this with you."
Nisha blinked. "And if we don't find anyone?"
Mina stepped closer. Just enough to make Nisha feel her warmth.
"Then I'll do it," she said softly.
To be continued...
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