Simi : The Satin Feel - 3

My name is Simran, I am 21 and I am in my last year of graduation at Mumbai’s St. Xavier’s College. The story begins one day, when I collected the courage to take my boyfriend and classmate Simba to my home. I lived with my parents, so Simba thought it was not a great idea to take him home so soon. But I had decided and like always Simba couldn’t do anything but surrender to my wish. So I asked him to leave his bike in college itself and I took out my Scooty. He hopped on and we started riding towards my home. Simba didn’t say a word all the way long. He was probably scared, and was wondering how would he face my parents, when I introduce him as my boyfriend, as he knew I come from a very conservative family. About 200 yards before, I stopped my Scooty and asked Simba to get down and sit with both his legs on one side. He was embarrassed with my request but finally agreed. When we reached, I saw that my parents were standing in the balcony. Simba almost jumped off with embarrassment, with the way he was sitting on the scooty. Dad opened the door and we entered the living room. I could see lots of questions in their eyes. Before they could ask, I started. “Mom, this Simba. He is my classmate. As you know we have our exams beginning this Monday, so he has come along to help me with a couple of subjects. And if you don’t mind, he will be living with us for the weekend.” Dad wasn’t happy to know this and just went inside to sleep without saying something. Mom smiled at Simba, although it was fake, but she did. I gestured Simba to make himself comfortable, while mom pulled me to the kitchen by my arm. “Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking Simran? You think we are idiots? Can’t we see he is more than a classmate? Your dad’s not going to forgive you for this.” She was going to continue, but I jumped in. “Mom, he is not my boyfriend. Didn’t you see the way he was sitting on my Scooty? Only girls sit like that on a two wheeler.” I saw my mom was getting there. Her jaw dropped and she closed her mouth in “hawww”. “Is he?” “Is he?” Mom couldn’t say the word. She was so shocked! But I completed her sentence for her. “Yes, he is gay. He is not my boyfriend. Because, he can’t be my boyfriend. Because, he already has a boyfriend.”