My Past

This story mainly has a single main paths - the single woman path. Currently only this path will be worked on. In future I will try to add more starting choices.

I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. My family is very traditional, and we always followed the customs and values passed down through generations. My parents taught me to be respectful, modest, and to always put family first.

Life in my hometown was simple. We didn’t have the hustle and bustle of the big city. Our days were filled with routines and traditions. I helped my mother with household chores and spent time with my siblings. We celebrated festivals with the whole community, and everyone played a part in each other’s lives.

Growing up, I wore traditional clothes and followed a conservative lifestyle. My education was important, but so was learning how to be a good homemaker. I wasn’t exposed to the fast-paced, modern world until now. My family’s values shaped who I am, and even though I’m in a new place, those values will always be part of me.

During my last year of college, I met a boy named Sameer. He was in my class, but we hadn’t really talked before. One day, we were paired up for a group project, and that’s when everything started to change.

At first, we focused on our project, meeting up to discuss ideas and divide the work. Sameer was smart and had a great sense of humor, which made working together fun. As we spent more time together, we started talking about other things – our families, dreams, and interests.

Sameer and I quickly became friends. We would often grab coffee after class and chat about anything and everything. He had a kind heart and always knew how to make me smile. Our friendship grew stronger with each passing day, and I found myself looking forward to our time together.

One evening, after a long study session, Sameer walked me home. As we stood at my door, he confessed that he had feelings for me. My heart skipped a beat because I realized I felt the same way. We decided to take a chance and see where things would go.

Another evening, Sameer and I decided to have a quiet night in. We cooked dinner together at his place, laughing and chatting as we prepared the meal. After dinner, we settled on the couch to watch a movie. The room was cozy and dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere.

As the movie played, we found ourselves sitting closer together. I could feel the warmth of Sameer's arm against mine. During a particularly tender moment in the film, I looked up at Sameer and found him already gazing at me. There was a softness in his eyes that made my heart flutter.

Without saying a word, he leaned in slowly, giving me plenty of time to pull back if I wanted to. But I didn’t. Our lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss that quickly deepened as we both let go of our hesitations. His touch was warm and reassuring, and I felt a rush of emotions that I had never experienced before.

The kiss grew more passionate, and I could feel the connection between us intensifying. Sameer’s hands gently cupped my face, and I felt his fingers softly brush through my hair. I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

As our kiss deepened, I felt a growing desire for something more. Sameer must have sensed it too because he paused for a moment, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he smiled and whispered my name softly, his voice filled with both love and longing.

We continued to explore each other’s touch, moving slowly and savoring every moment. Sameer’s kisses trailed from my lips to my neck, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me.

Suddenly I remembered my mother's teachings to save my virginity for marriage. I knew that I had to do something.