My original story for this:
They cuddled, petting and stroking pleasurable places they’d first discovered on their own bodies. A kiss was imminent... The closet door suddenly flung open, breaking the spell instantly. “What’re you doing here again, Radha? Why’s your face flushed?” asked the ‘matron’ irritably, “Come out. Wear this dress. Mr. Khanna is coming to you in 30minutes.”
(The answer to your obvious question is: Imaginary Girlfriend)
Now read it again :)
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