Chapter 1: Introduction
I saw her for the first time in front of the college library, her silhouette framed by the floor-to-ceiling glass like a figurine in a snowglobe. At five-foot-seven, she cast an imposing figure, one that could easily eat me alive with no more difficulty than I have devouring a chicken wing drenched in buffalo sauce.
Sahrish had the exotic beauty that kept girls squabbling to be her best friend and what kept me coming back every day.
Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, her skin a golden hue that sent my senses reeling. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, seemed to read right through me, exposing the frail, insecure man I was hiding beneath my average build and safe, predictable clothing.
I had developed a crush on her from afar, watching as her fiery personality sparked electricity whenever she entered the room. Sahrish was the epitome of feminine power, ruling with an iron fist that commanded everyone’s attention - including mine.
She was a size queen and had no qualms about making it known. I couldn’t blame her; she deserved the best of the best, and I was merely a lowly freshman with nothing more than false confidence and a rapidly beating heart.
But that didn’t stop me from watching her. I’d observe as she flitted around the quad, laughing with her friends and tossing her head back with abandon. Her hijab would flutter gently in the breeze, a soft whisper that seemed to say “Average man, I know you’re watching.”
And she was right.
Sahrish had the power to humiliate and control me, and it seemed to make her day whenever she bestowed her mocking laugh upon me. I hated that she had this power over me, yet I craved it just the same. There were nights I would lay awake in my dorm room bed, my cock hard and at attention as I thought about her - the way she commanded the room, the way she made me feel so small and insignificant, and yet so desperately turned on.
I fantasized about stood before her, naked and vulnerable, her eyes flicking up and down my body as she stroked her identity over my inadequacies.
One day on the campus, I found myself on the verge of a panic attack as I approached her. I stood frozen, my heart thumping like a wild mad beast, as Sahrish looked up and saw me. She tilted her head, appraising me as a predator might a vulnerable prey.
"You seem familiar." Her voice was velvety smooth, laced with amusement. I swallowed hard, unsure of how to proceed.
"We've met before," I finally managed to say, my voice slightly higher than usual. "In the quad."
Sahrish raised an eyebrow, a small unamused smile playing on her lips. "Is that right? I don't remember you."
My chest felt tight, and I felt my face flush. "I...I'm sorry.