The Innocent Mistake

The Innocent Mistake - 29

"Ex.. (clears throat) excuse me.. could you please tell me where is year 10B class?", Sana asked a girl who was dressed in a uniform just like her.

"Hey, sure! Year 10 classes are on the first floor. ", the girl answered pointing towards the stairs.

"Thanks..", Sana smiled nervously clutching her bag. She wasn't the same confident girl she used to be in her school in India. Well, that confident girl was dependent on her mother for everything while this nervous girl was a mother herself. 

Sana climbed up the stairs and strolled through the corridor and found her class. She saw few students of her age chattering in the class. Her palms were sweating profusely as she entered the class hoping that she didn't attract any attention from her classmates. Was she successful? No, there were few eyes that observed her walk over and occupy the empty seat at the back but her eyes were glued to the floor. Sana pulled out the water bottle and gulped some water. The class filled in as the bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom.

It was the third session of the day. Sana had managed to quietly pull through the two sessions without much interaction to anyone. Her mind, just like a hyperactive monkey, kept jumping from the branch called past to present to future and back and forth. Attending the school reminded her of her school days in India and the fun she had with her classmate and best friend, Sidharth. She wondered what he was doing at the moment. Was he able to look after Khushi? Huh! Of course, even though she felt jealous of their bond but she knew Khushi loved his company. Would Khushi become far from her now that she won't spend much time with her? Did Khushi take her feeding?

Sana felt a stinging pain in her breasts. It felt sore and suffocated in those brassiere. She wanted to touch and caress her twins to relieve them from pain but how could she? She was sitting in the classroom filled with students. She had to pull through this hour as it would be a break after which she would go to the restroom and take care of the issue.

Every second felt like ages due to the soar and aching twins. As soon as she heard the bell, she rushed out to the girls washroom. Immediately finding a stall she entered inside and locked it. She removed her blazer jacket and hung it on the hook when she touched her shirt, she was shocked to find it soaking wet. It was then she realised that her breasts were leaking milk. She had never imagined nor aware about this side of feeding.

Unbuttoning and unclasping the undergarment, she allowed the sore breast to breath. They were hard and aching even at the slightest touch. A slight squeeze led to a thin spray of milk hitting her own face and she gasped. She still had two more classes to attend after the break. How would she pull through this torture?

After some thought process, she decided to squeeze out milk to reduce the soreness and ease her pain. Controlling her yelp with great difficulty, she squeezed the white liquid into the commode. She didn't want to be heard by anyone especially when she was going to spend a few years studying in this institution. A rush of guilt ran inside her to see the white liquid inside the commode gone waste. It was Khushi's food, isn't it?

Fifteen minutes later, she slightly massaged her breasts that now felt a little soft before wearing her clothes. She was thankful that her uniform had a blazer jacket that would cover up the wet shirt and save from embarrassment.

Sana returned to the class just as the bell rang. She hadn't eaten her lunch box as she spent her entire time inside the toilet stall.

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The door fling opened and Sana entered the house quickly. The view in front was ethereal. Sidharth laid on the bed on his back while his hand wrapped around Khushi, who was sleeping peacefully on his chest. Sana looked at their calm faces and reminisced  how in the past Sidharth used to fall asleep with his book on his chest when they studied together for exams. He looked the same but the only difference was instead of a book it was a baby now. Just how their lives changed.