I was in the third or fourth standard. There was a guy in my apartment- I just remember we called him bhaiya. He'd probably be in class 11 or 12 at the time.

He played badminton really well and I asked him to tutor me since he often played with us kids and I was participating in an inter house badminton tournament soon.

He promised to teach me. One evening, there was an electricity cut while we were playing downstairs. He took me aside and I really trusted him so I accompanied him.

He started kissing me forcefully and I was just numb because I didn't understand what was happening to me. He later asked me to take my skirt off saying he wanted to watch me pee. I did not do it and tried to walk away.

He pulled me back and kissed me repeatedly. He later told me to tell my parents "bhaiya just kissed my cheek once". I did not understand what happened. I just knew it was something wrong.

I never spoke of it again. I wonder why. I wish I had.