The library at Panjab University carried the musty scent of aged books mingled with the damp earthiness of last night's heavy rain. Water had seeped through the cracked windows, leaving faint puddles on the concrete floor that reflected the dim fluorescent lights overhead. Disha had claimed her usual spot in the back row for her afternoon self-study session, far from the prying eyes of her classmates. She flipped through her economics textbook, highlighter in hand, pretending to mark key points on fiscal policy and inflation rates. But her mind was elsewhere—her body was a live wire, humming with two full days of unrelenting denial. Aryan had forbidden her from cumming since their risky outing at the mall, where he'd edged her in the changing room until she was begging. Now, it was nothing but teasing touches, vibrators on low, and strict commands to stop just before the edge. Her clit was swollen, hypersensitive, and even the slightest shift in her seat sent jolts through her core. Today, he'd ordered no panties, so her bare pussy rubbed against the rough fabric of her leggings, leaving her thighs slick with arousal. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, glancing around to ensure no one noticed her flushed cheeks.