Read Becoming Her - A New Life :: Chapter 13 part 1

Kiran lay curled on one side of the bed, Raj on the other, a wide gulf of silence between them.

Just hours ago, Kiran had collapsed in trembling exhaustion, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his first female climax. The hysteria that had claimed his body had slowly receded, leaving behind an unbearable clarity. That clarity now clawed at his insides with quiet revulsion.

Raj’s semen still trickled faintly from between his thighs—a bitter reminder of the night. Of how completely he had surrendered to sensations of his female body. The physical evidence of what had transpired made him shudder with self-loathing.

He had been fucked—willingly, passionately, shamefully.

Raj, oblivious to the storm building in Kiran’s mind, reached over gently, brushing his knuckles against Kiran’s cheek.

Kiran recoiled.

“I told you to stay away, Raj,” he snapped, voice sharp, thick with unshed tears.

Raj froze, stunned. “I...I.. thought you wanted it…”

“Shut up!” Kiran hissed. “You… you raped me.”

The words, once spoken, hung in the air like a slap. They struck Raj with the weight of betrayal, shattering his heart.

His voice rose, wounded and angry. “How can you say that?”

He swung off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Kiran remained motionless, cocooned in his shame. Later, when Raj emerged, Kiran rose without a word and went into the bathroom himself. He stood under the shower for a long time, letting the cold water run down his body, hoping it could wash away the shame away. But it clung to him, like a second skin.

When he returned, Raj lay still, eyes closed, turned away. Whether he was asleep or simply unwilling to face him, Kiran couldn’t tell.

He slipped on his go-to sturdy cotton nightgown and lay down, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts swirled in a storm of confusion, self-disgust, and reluctant honesty.

The shame ebbed, slowly replaced by reason.

Raj hadn’t forced him, not truly. He’d been seduced by Raj’s touch, overwhelmed by his own traitorous body. He had said "no"—yes—but feebly and it had been too late. He hadn’t screamed, he hadn’t pushed Raj away. He had surrendered. He had welcomed it.

And hadn’t he—God help him—enjoyed it?

Kiran bit his lip, recalling the rising ecstasy of the foreplay, the hypnotic rhythm of Raj’s thrusts, and that explosive, euphoric climax that had made him cry out in pleasure. He remembered how his body had responded—not with fear or resistance, but with desire. His vagina had been wet, ready. His hips had moved with Raj’s.

Now, thinking of it, he felt the damp warmth return between his thighs. His body remembered. Craved. And he hated himself for it.

He looked at Raj—silent, distant, shoulders turned away. And something stirred within him. He wanted to curl into that warmth, to rest his head on Raj’s chest, to sleep with his arms wrapped around him.

He wrapped the bedsheet tighter and turned away from the urge. “Is it my body that wants this… or is it me?” he thought. The question chilled him. He closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep.

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The dream was strange. He found himself wandering inside a dark castle—a labyrinth of archways, stone columns, and heavy wooden doors. Pale light seeped from some doorways, others remained cloaked in shadow. He was searching. For something. No—someone? No… a door. Yes. A specific door. It mattered. It mattered more than anything.

One corridor called to him. A line of doors stretched out, and one of them glowed faintly, inviting him in. He moved toward it. The light intensified.

“Kiran Didi…”

The voice broke through the haze.

“Didi, it’s eight o’clock!”

He opened his eyes to bright sunlight. He saw Vimala, the cook, hovering near the bed, concern on her face.

“You’ll be late for college,” she said gently.

Kiran groaned, rubbing his eyes. The clock on the wall confirmed it—8:00 a.m. Already late.

“Where’s Raj?” he asked.

“He left a while ago. Asked me to wake you,” Vimala replied. “Everything’s ready in the kitchen. I’ll take your leave now, Didi.”

He nodded, dazed. Vimala left quietly, closing the door behind her.

Kiran sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in yesterday’s maelstrom of shame and acceptance.

Raj had gone early today, without waking him up. That ate at him a bit.

He considered skipping college—his body and mind both felt weary—but this was the final week before exams. He couldn’t afford to miss lectures and he had to submit the question papers he had set for the exams.

He arrived at college nearly an hour late.

As he entered the staffroom, a peon approached with a message. “Principal Sir has been asking for you, Madam Kiran. He said to bring you as soon as you arrived.”

Kiran sighed. “I have a lecture in ten minutes.”

“I don’t know, Madam. He said it was urgent.”

Reluctantly, Kiran made his way to the Principal’s office. He knocked. The familiar oily voice responded, “Come in.”

Principal Manek was at his computer but looked up eagerly when Kiran entered.

“Ah, Kiran. Just the girl I was looking for.”

Kiran was dressed modestly today—a loose kurta, leggings, a dupatta draped neatly. Nothing remotely provocative. And yet, the Principal’s eyes roamed with a hunger that made his skin crawl.

“I I wanted to give you something", he said with a oily smile," something that will make you very happy. But before that you will have to do something for me".

Kiran’s stomach clenched.

“Oh, nothing big,” Manek chuckled. “Just help me with this Google Sheet. It’s so confusing.”

He gestured for Kiran to sit at the computer.

Kiran obeyed cautiously. The Principal leaned in close behind him, his breath warm on his neck.

“Yes, sort these rows by column D,” he murmured, his lips too close to Kiran’s ear.

As Kiran clicked through the spreadsheet, he felt Manek’s hand brush his shoulder—once, then twice, lingering a moment too long.

“I saw your sister’s engagement photos on Facebook,” the Principal said in a low voice. “You looked… beautiful, Kiran. Alluring.”

Suddenly, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kiran’s neck.

Kiran recoiled, fury igniting in his veins. He turned sharply and slapped Manek across the face.

The sound echoed through the room. Manek staggered back, face flushed with rage.

“You slut!” he spat. “You dare slap me? I’ll have you suspended—I’ll make sure no one hires you again!”

Just then, the door burst open.

Roshni stood there, fire in her eyes.

She saw the Principal's face, the red imprint of Kiran's hand was still visible.

"Well done, Kiran,” she said coolly. “Mr. Manek, I heard that threat. I know everything. And we’re going to the police.”

The Principal faltered, then sneered. “Who’s going to believe you?”

“She has proof,” Roshni said. “Tell him, Kiran.”

Kiran blinked. What proof?

Roshni smiled wickedly. “Kiran had your webcam stream running and transmitting to me. She knew you would try something. I recorded everything ”

Kiran blinked. Roshni was bluffing!

Manek paled. “You’re lying.”

Roshni continued " Why do you think I came? I saw you were upto no good, you swine".

The principal was scared now, but he tried to put a brave face. "I don't believe you", he said, " I didn't do anything wrong. It was just a small kiss, it could be passed for an accidental touch, even if you have a video".

Roshni was grinning, " And I recorded you saying that too".

She waved her mobile phone at Principal Manek and played back the audio of Manek saying, “It was just a small kiss…"

Principal Manek's bravado collapsed.

“Please,” he begged, “It was nothing—an accident. I didn’t mean anything…Please delete the recordings”

Roshni didn’t flinch. “We’ll keep the video and the audio as insurance. But it’s up to Kiran whether she forgives you.”

The Principal sank to his knees, grovelling.

“Please, Kiran… daughter… forgive me.”

Kiran stared down at him with disgust, unable to speak. He simply turned and walked out.

Roshni followed. “Wait,” she called.

Kiran stopped. Roshni pulled him into a tight hug.

“Are you okay?”

“Angry. But okay,” he muttered. “Thank you for everything. How did you know?", he asked.

"The peon told me you had gone to the Principal's office. I came because I was worried about you. I was at the door when I heard your angry voice. He didn't try anything much, did he?" She asked with concern.

"No, I slapped him hard. And with your video and audio, he won't think of going near any woman soon" Kiran smiled weakly

He said ," Thankyou dear friend, for everything"

“Anytime, dear,” Roshni said softly. “I’ve got your back. Always.”

Kiran hugged her tightly. “You’ve always been there. Then, now, and forever.”

Roshni smiled. “Don’t get me all emotional, okay?”

Kiran smiled back, his eyes teary. “I’m lucky to have you.”

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Kiran sat in the staffroom, waiting for Roshni and Samir to join him for lunch. They were still caught up with their lectures.

His thoughts drifted back to the morning—to what had happened with Principal Manek.

That… that would have been forced. That would have been rape. Not what had happened with Raj.

What had happened between them had been different. It had been… love. At least from Raj’s side. And he—his body—had responded in kind.

A wave of guilt rose within him, sharp and sudden. He winced, remembering the words he’d hurled at Raj in anger and confusion.

He reached for his phone, opened WhatsApp, and typed: “Sorry for what I said yesterday. I shouldn’t have.”

And sent it.

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Raj was typing into his computer when Sumit walked over to his desk.

“Lunch?” he asked casually.

Raj nodded distractedly. “Give me five minutes.”

Sumit shrugged and returned to his seat, but Raj didn’t resume work immediately. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but his thoughts were elsewhere—stuck in a loop since morning.

Kiran’s words from the previous night echoed painfully in his head.

“Rape.”

That single word had cut deeper than he’d ever imagined. He clenched his jaw.

How could she? After everything we shared? After what it meant… to me, to her ?

He had respected her space, her requests for distance, for weeks now. But last night, something had changed. She had responded. Not passively. Enthusiastically. Her moans, her tremors, the way she had held onto him as if anchoring herself—it had all felt raw, real… and mutual.

And then, suddenly—accusation.

He stared blankly at the screen. His knuckles whitened as he struck the Enter key with such force that it nearly cracked.

Startled, he looked around, embarrassed, but no one seemed to notice.

Just then, his phone buzzed. A WhatsApp message.

From Kiran.

“Sorry for what I said yesterday. I shouldn’t have.”

He read the message once. Then again. Slowly, his lips parted into a disbelieving smile. His heart softened.

He didn’t understand this sudden shift in her mood—but in that moment, it didn’t matter. She had reached out. She was okay. They were okay.

He looked over at Sumit and called out with a cheer he hadn’t felt all morning.

“Hey, you don’t want lunch anymore?”

Sumit rolled his eyes. “Now you’re hungry? Let’s go, Romeo.”

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That's the end of Chapter 13 part 1. Do let me know your thoughts on the chapter. Comment freely.

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