Three Mistakes of My Life by Chetan Bhagat

I went down, and came back up. We looked into each other's eyes as we
became one. The screams from the pols continued as England lost wickets.
Only four candles remained burning by the time we finished. We combined the
six cushions to make one mattress and lay on it. Only after we were done did we
realise how cold and chilly it really was. We covered ourselves in my jacket and
dug our cold feet inside the lower cushions.
'Wow, I am an adult and am no longer a virgin, so cool. Thank God,' she said
and giggled. She cuddled next to me. A sense of reality struck as the passion
subsided. What have you done Mr Govind Patel?
'See, I still have goosebumps,' she said and lifted her arm. Little pink bumps
dotted her flawless, fair skin.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Govind, what are you doing right now? Touching her
goosebumps? The voice in me grew stronger.
I am so glad this happened. Aren't you?' she said.
I kept quiet.
'Say something.'
'I should get going.'
'Don't you like it here?'
'Here? You realise we are on top of your dad and mom and brother?'
'Stop freaking out,' she said.
'I am sorry. I am nervous,' I said.
'Don't be,' she said and hugged me. She felt my body shake. 'You ok?'
I didn't know why, but I had tears in my eyes. Maybe I felt scared. Maybe
because no one had held me like that ever and asked if I was ok. Maybe because I
never knew it would be possible for me to feel like this. Maybe because I had
betrayed my best friend. I normally never cried, but with so many reasons at the
same time, it was impossible not to.
'Hey, I'm the girl. Let me do this part,' she said. I looked into her moist eyes.
I sat up and dressed. We came outside as the moon lit up the terrace. I
checked my watch. I had overshot the class time by thirty minutes.
'I love you,' she said from behind as I opened the terrace door.
'Happy birthday,' I said and left.
'Hey, you missed the best part. We will win this. Stay on,' Ish said as I reached
downstairs.
'No, I'm quite tired. I'll watch it at home,' I said as I reached the main door.
'Eat dinner, son,' Ish's mother said as she set the table. 'I've made special
dishes for Vidya's birthday.
'No aunty, my mummy has cooked at home as well,' I said. I had already
celebrated her daughter's birthday.
'Such a good boy,' she said fondly as I left the house.