One morning Masuma announced that we should bunk school again and go to the Juhu beach together, just the two of us. Without waiting for my response, she instructed me to sneak out of the classroom just after Mrs. Iyengar took attendance on the pretext of wanting to go to the washroom. She would follow later. We’d return before the last class to take our school bags. I should wait at the bus stop and we’d take the bus to Juhu.
Her plan worked like a charm and we reached Juhu beach in half-an-hour. We had bhel puri and falooda at the food stalls and then we took off our shoes and walked in the water, holding hands, the waves soaking us to our skin. Then she took me to the farthest end of the beach where there were trees and bushes. I’d never been to this part of the beach ever before. She was clinging to me and shivering. We reached the bushes and I saw that there were many couples, hiding in the bushes and kissing and groping. Nobody noticed anyone as everyone was busy doing their own thing.
Masuma found a place for us to sit and still clinging to me she pulled me down. The bark of the tree tore my trouser and bruised my knee a bit and it began to bleed. She looked at the bruise and told me to take my trousers off. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that but she deftly unbuttoned the trousers and pulled them down. She licked my bruised knee. I couldn’t help the stiffening in my groin.
Masuma then put her hand on my penis and smiled at me. She pulled it out of my underwear and observed it for what seemed like a long time. She then put it in her mouth and I almost felt my heart jump out of my mouth. The tingle was excruciating. I grabbed her breasts but she stopped me. She pulled her shirt over her shoulders and unstrapped her bra. She moved over me and pushed her breasts into my face.
I grabbed them and licked them, and while I was busy doing so, Masuma had taken off her panties and guided my penis into her vagina. I gasped at penetration and she put my hands on her arse and gently began to move to and fro. I exploded in ecstasy in a few moments. She had her eyes shut tight and was kissing me when suddenly I saw someone grab her by her hair and pulled her up.
Sultan slapped her hard and pulled her shirt back in place. She was terrified and began to whimper. Then Sultan looked at me and was about to hit me when Masuma screamed: If you touch him, I’ll kill myself. Surprisingly, Sultan just pulled her by her hair and dragged her away.
Masuma didn’t return to school. Mrs. Iyengar called me to the teachers’ common room and told me that Masuma’s parents had decided to get her married. They’d told Mrs. Iyengar what Sultan had seen, but didn’t want anyone in the school to know. My Dadi was called to school and was told about what I’d done. All she said was: I’ve failed your father. From Nalini, I learnt that Masuma’s parents had got her married to a much older man. I failed my 10th grade, and began working at my uncle’s office, doing menial work. Many years later, when I’d gone to Ambar-Oscar to see Jaws with my cousin, I saw Masuma. She was wearing a hijab and holding a baby in her arms. A toddler was walking ahead of her, holding her dupatta. She was talking to a man, who I assumed was her husband. The man wasn’t as old as I’d always imagined him to be. They looked happy together. For a brief moment, we looked at each other and then with a faint smile acknowledging each other, we moved on. I never saw her again.
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So sad