Read first part first or you won’t understand.
Morning light slipped through the thin curtains. I woke first.
Chuin was still deeply asleep, her whole body curled around me like I was a giant pillow. One of her legs was thrown over mine, an arm draped across my chest, her face pressed against my shoulder. The pink nighty had shifted during the night. The soft upper curves of her breasts were clearly visible, the fabric stretched tight, the deep line of her cleavage looking warm and inviting. She looked stunning — soft, cute, completely unguarded.
I stayed still for a few seconds, just watching her. Then I carefully began to free myself. As I slid my arm out from under her, the back of my hand brushed the side of her breast. Soft. Warm. The contact sent a quiet spark through me. I didn’t linger. I pulled my leg free next, moved slowly off the bed, and walked to the washroom without looking back.
While the water ran over my face I opened my phone and finalised the birthday plan I had been thinking about since last night. An adventure park on the outskirts — 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. High bungee jump, rope climbing, rock wall, zip-line, the works. I wanted the day to feel big for her.
When I came out she was still sleeping. I sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushed the hair from her face, and gave her shoulder a light shake.
“Wake up, Chuin.”
She mumbled without opening her eyes. “Mom… let me sleep…”
I smiled. “It’s Hyderabad. Wake up. We have plans today.”
Her eyes fluttered open. She rubbed them with the back of her hand, still half-asleep. “Nana…? Oh… I’m here.” A big yawn escaped her as she stretched both arms high above her head. The nighty pulled tighter across her chest for a second.
I held out a small bar of chocolate. “Happy 18th birthday.”
Her whole face lit up. She sat up quickly, took the chocolate, and whispered, “Thank you, Nana…” Then she stood on the mattress so she could reach my face and pressed a soft, quick kiss on my cheek. The height difference made it almost comical. She pulled back, wrinkled her nose, and tapped my jaw.
“Your moustache and beard are so rough. Trim it properly next time.”
I laughed. “Yes, madam.”
The doorbell rang. The cake I had ordered the previous evening arrived — simple white frosting with “Happy 18th Chuin” written in pink. We lit the single candle together. She closed her eyes, made a silent wish, and blew it out. I cut the first slice and fed her a small piece. She fed me one back, laughing when frosting stuck to the corner of my mouth.
Her phone started ringing almost immediately. Friends from the village, classmates, her mother, then my mother.
“Son, is Chuin happy?” my mother asked when I spoke to her.
“Yes, Ma. We’re celebrating.”
Call after call. Chuin kept smiling, answering in her soft voice, sometimes glancing at me and mouthing “thank you” again. By the time the calls slowed it was already nine.
I stood up and grabbed the car keys. “Okay, enough sitting. Get ready. I have a full-day plan for you.”
She tilted her head, curious. “What plan, Nana?”
I only grinned. “You’ll see. Wear something comfortable. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”
I glanced out the window while she got ready. The sky over Hyderabad had turned a heavy grey. Dark clouds were rolling in fast.
“Looks like rain is coming,” I said. “Bring a light jacket just in case.”
Chuin stepped out of the room in comfortable black track pants and a soft pink t-shirt that fit her a little snugly across the chest. She tied her hair in a high ponytail and slipped on her sneakers.
“Ready, Nana.”
We locked the flat and drove out. By the time we reached the adventure park the first light drizzle had started, but the staff were still running all the outdoor activities under the open sky. The air smelled of wet earth and excitement.
We checked in at the counter. I had booked the full-day package. A young instructor handed us wristbands and a schedule.
First activity: rock-wall climbing.
Chuin looked up at the tall artificial wall and bit her lip. “It’s so high…”
I helped her into the harness. My fingers brushed her waist and the soft side of her ribs while I tightened the straps. She stood very still.
“Don’t look down,” I told her. “Just climb. I’m right here.”
She started slowly. Halfway up her arms started shaking. I climbed beside her on the easier route, talking her through every hold. When she finally touched the top bell she let out a loud, happy scream. Coming down, she jumped the last bit and landed straight against my chest. I caught her easily. Her body was warm and a little sweaty from the effort.
“Nana, I did it!”
“You did.”
Next was the rope course — balancing beams, cargo nets, and swinging bridges. I stayed close behind her the whole time, one hand ready on the safety line. Whenever she wobbled she instinctively reached back for me. Once her fingers locked around my forearm and stayed there longer than needed while she laughed nervously.
Around noon the drizzle turned into steady light rain. Most people ran for cover, but we kept going. The high rope bridge became slippery. Chuin’s shoes squeaked. Midway across she suddenly slipped. I lunged forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her tight against me until she found her footing again. Her back was pressed fully to my chest, both of us breathing hard from the near-fall. Rain water ran down our faces. She looked up at me, eyes wide, then started laughing.
“You’re really a mountain, Nana.”
We continued.
By 1:30 we had finished the zip-line (she screamed the entire way) and the smaller bungee jump from the mid-level platform. Her legs were trembling when she came back to solid ground. She clung to my arm while walking toward the rest area.
We sat under a covered pavilion. Rain was falling harder now, drumming on the metal roof. I bought two cold drinks and some snacks. Chuin leaned against my shoulder, still catching her breath, cheeks flushed from all the activity.
“This is the best birthday, Nana…” she said quietly, almost to herself.
I checked the time. 1:55 p.m.
“Good,” I replied. “Because after this we’re going somewhere else for a couple of hours. Special event. Only for people eighteen and above… and they prefer couples.”
She lifted her head and looked at me, curious and a little shy. “Couple event?”
I only smiled. “You’ll see. We leave in five minutes.”
The indoor event hall was warm and softly lit. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling. A sign at the entrance read “Couples Only – 18+”. We showed our IDs and wristbands. The host smiled and guided us to a small table with two cushions on the floor.
First activity: the long chocolate challenge.
A thin bar of dark chocolate was placed between us. “No hands,” the host said. “Eat from both ends until you meet in the middle.”
Chuin giggled, a little shy. We both leaned in. The chocolate was long. Our faces slowly came closer with every bite. I could smell her shampoo mixed with rain. When only two centimetres remained, our lips almost touched. She pulled back at the last second, laughing, chocolate smeared on the corner of her mouth. I reached out with my thumb and wiped it without thinking. Her eyes met mine for a second longer than usual.
Next: blindfold feeding.
She went first. I tied the soft cloth over her eyes. I fed her small pieces of cake with my fingers. Once, my fingertip brushed her lower lip. She parted her lips a little more and took it slowly. When it was my turn, she was gentler. Her fingers trembled slightly as she placed a piece of strawberry against my mouth.
Then the heart balloon.
A red balloon was placed between our chests. “Hug until it bursts.”
Chuin stepped in. Because of the height difference, the balloon sat right against the soft curve of her breasts and my lower chest. We wrapped our arms around each other and pressed closer. I felt the warmth of her body through the damp t-shirt. The balloon squeaked, then suddenly popped with a loud bang. She jumped and buried her face against my chest for a second, laughing.
Whisper challenge came next. We sat side by side, very close. She leaned in and whispered near my ear, “Thank you for today, Nana… I feel really happy.” Her warm breath tickled my skin. I whispered back, “You’re eighteen now. You deserve a good day.”
Last activity was the slow dance. Soft music played. No steps required. She placed her hands on my shoulders; I rested mine lightly on her waist. We swayed under the fairy lights while rain continued outside the glass walls. Her head eventually rested against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat.
At four o’clock the event ended. We stepped back out into the rain and returned to the adventure park for the remaining activities. The high bungee and the longer zip-line were still open. Chuin did both, though she sneezed twice while waiting in line.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Just a little cold from the rain, Nana.”
By the time we finished it was almost seven. The rain had grown heavier. We were both completely soaked. Walking toward the exit bus stop, Chuin sneezed again, harder this time. I touched her forehead.
She was warm. Too warm.
“You have fever,” I said.
The last bus of the evening was already starting its engine. Across the road I spotted a small clinic next to a mother-and-child hospital. We ran.
The compounder was on the phone when we burst in, dripping wet. He looked at us quickly.
“You two together?”
We both nodded. Chuin sneezed again.
“Fever?” he asked her. She nodded, looking miserable.
He kept talking on the phone while calling out to a young helper, “Oye Azmal, give them one-one PT-141.”
I frowned but didn’t understand the name. “Brother, make it fast. The bus is leaving, they already started the engine.”
“Okay, okay.” He still stayed on the call. The boy brought two small vials and some tablets — paracetamol, levocetirizine, and a couple of others. The compounder told us to show our upper arms. We thought it was just a regular injection and pulled our sleeves up. He injected both of us quickly.
“Go fast,” he said after I paid with my Axis card.
We sprinted through the rain and jumped onto the bus just as the doors were closing. Thirty minutes later we were back inside the RK apartment, still wet, still breathing hard from the run.
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