Meera - The new Teacher

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Episode 4: Lines and Looks

It was Thursday morning, and Arjun was sitting under the neem tree near the back of the college ground, poking at his half-eaten idli while Rahul and Vikram were deep in conversation about the upcoming inter-college fest.

"You’re not even listening, are you?" Vikram asked, tossing a biscuit at Arjun.

"Huh? No, I heard you. college fest, yeah. You going to do that dumb skit again?"

Rahul narrowed his eyes. "You’ve been zoned out all week, man. Since... what? Last Friday?"

Arjun stayed quiet. Rahul didn’t need to say it. They all knew.

"You think she’s married?" Vikram asked suddenly, lowering his voice.

"Who?" Arjun asked, feigning ignorance.

Rahul smirked. "Come on. Meera Ma’am. Don’t pretend like you don’t track her every move."

Arjun didn’t smile back. "Don't know. But why should we care"

"She doesn’t wear much jewelry at all," Vikram added. "Just that tiny nose pin and a couple of bangles. Traditional, but clean. Elegant."

They all went quiet for a moment, like they'd stepped over an unspoken line.

"I just like the way she teaches," Arjun said finally, but it didn’t sound convincing, even to himself.


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In Class: Later That Day

The last period was Math. Arjun took his usual seat—third row, left side, perfect angle. He told himself he was there for the blackboard view, but the truth was in the curve of Meera Ma’am’s hip when she turned to write.

She walked in wearing a muted beige saree with a thin red border. Her hair was tied back in a loose bun today, a few strands falling around her face. She looked slightly tired, maybe from the heat, or from dealing with the more difficult classes. But to Arjun, she looked more real like that. Less polished. More... his type.

“Settle down,” Meera said, setting her books on the desk. “Let’s finish this chapter today so you’re not panicking before the test next week.”

As she started explaining a problem, Arjun raised his hand.

“Yes, Arjun?”

“I didn’t get this part—why do we multiply by the conjugate here?”

She walked over to his desk and leaned slightly to glance at his notebook. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine drifted in again, and Arjun sat perfectly still, afraid even to breathe wrong.

“It’s to remove the irrational part from the denominator,” she explained. “See here?”

She pointed at a line on his page. Her bangles clinked softly as she adjusted the pen in his hand.

“Oh,” he said, not really following. Her voice was closer now. Soft. Clear.

“There,” she said, straightening up. “Got it?”

“Yeah... I think so,” he lied.

She gave him a brief smile—polite, professional—and moved back to the board.

Rahul, two seats over, raised an eyebrow at Arjun and mouthed: You’re done for.


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After Class: A Brief Crossing

The last bell rang. Students spilled out of the classroom, eager to leave. Arjun packed slowly, as usual. Meera was stacking her papers when she noticed him still lingering.

“Everything alright, Arjun?”

“Yeah... just didn’t want to forget my compass again,” he said, pretending to check his bag.

She gave a soft laugh. “You're more organized than you think. You always stay behind. Trying to absorb the formulas through osmosis?”

He shrugged, half smiling. “It’s just quieter when everyone leaves.”

“That’s true,” she said, leaning against the desk. “Sometimes the silence helps things make more sense.”

“You’ve improved,” she added, her tone genuinely kind. “I’ve noticed you’re more engaged. Keep it up.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” he said, meeting her eyes just for a second longer than he should have.

She looked at him for a second, then glanced away. “Alright. Go before the gate closes on you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. As he walked out, he felt a strange lightness. Her compliment, the casual banter—it wasn’t much. But it was something.

He didn’t just like her anymore. He was starting to crave the moments. Even the small ones.

To be continued…

[Uvaaaa]

Good update soon

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Episode 5: Out of Uniform
Sunday evenings usually passed in a blur for Arjun—half studying, half pretending to—but not today. Today had left a mark.
He hadn’t even planned on going to the mall. His cousin needed help picking out a Bluetooth speaker, and Arjun had tagged along with zero interest. Until he saw her.

Meera Ma’am.

Standing outside FabIndia, dressed in a way he never thought he’d see.
She wore a fitted black top tucked into high-waisted jeans, with a long maroon shrug floating behind her. Her hair was open, long and soft, brushing against her back as she moved. There was no bindi. No handbag full of worksheets. No chalk-streaked blouse.

 Just... her. Unfiltered. Unaware.

Arjun had frozen when he saw her.

The way those jeans hugged her was something he couldn’t get out of his head. The natural curve of her hips, the way the denim shaped around her thighs and dipped slightly at her lower back—it was like watching something forbidden and beautiful all at once.

She walked slowly toward the bookstore, completely in her own world. And Arjun? He stared like he was under a spell. The movement of her body, the way her hips swayed gently with every step—it was burned into him.
He didn’t follow her inside. He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t face her without giving himself away.

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Later That Night
He lay in bed, the ceiling fan turning lazily above him. The room was dark, the only light coming from his phone screen as he scrolled without seeing anything.
But his mind was still in that mall. Still seeing her.

That outfit.
That figure.
That slow walk.

He closed his eyes, and the memory came back sharper, stronger. Only now, it started to shift.

In his mind, she was walking past him again—but slower this time, closer. The way the fabric of her jeans clung to her backside was clearer now, every detail exaggerated by memory and desire. The soft curve of her waist, the subtle bounce in her step. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to.

She bent slightly to pick up a book, and the denim stretched just a bit more, perfectly outlining the shape of her.
Arjun swallowed hard, eyes still shut.
He wasn’t proud of it, but he couldn’t stop it either. His body reacted. His thoughts spiraled.

It wasn’t vulgar in his head. It wasn’t crass. It was obsession—the kind that blurred the line between fantasy and reality.
She was more than just beautiful. She was complete.
The way she carried herself, the softness of her body, her calm voice, her unaware charm—it all wrecked him.

He opened his eyes again, heart pounding. The fan spun above like nothing had changed, but everything had.
He knew he’d see her in class tomorrow.
And he knew he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way again.

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Episode 6: Eyes That Say Too Much

Monday morning. First period: Maths.

The usual hum of the college hallway buzzed around Arjun, but he wasn’t really there. Not fully. His body walked to class, found his seat near the middle row, opened his notebook—
But his mind was still caught in yesterday.

He hadn’t slept well. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—Meera Ma’am—the way she had looked in jeans, the quiet sway of her hips, the relaxed way she had stood, unaware that she was leaving that kind of impact.

And now, she was just a few feet away from him again.

Except today, she was back in a pale yellow saree, hair tied up, bindi in place. The chalk dust had returned. The textbook lay open in her hands. But Arjun couldn’t unsee what he had seen. He couldn’t erase the version of her that had lived in his head all night.

She turned to write something on the board. He stared.

The saree outlined her shape differently, more subtle, more refined—but now he could see past the layers. He knew the curves beneath.

Her voice broke through his trance.
“Arjun?”

His head snapped up. “Ma’am?”

“You were looking straight at me, but I don’t think you heard a word I said,” she said, half-smiling, half-curious.

A few classmates snickered. Arjun flushed. “Sorry. I was... thinking about the last step of the solution.”

“Good save,” she replied with a soft smirk. “Try to keep your thoughts in the room, okay?”

He nodded quickly, eyes on his notebook now, pretending to write.

But she had noticed.
Not the why, but the attention.


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After Class

Meera walked toward the staff room, flipping through her attendance sheet. She paused briefly at the water cooler when Priya, another young teacher, caught up to her.

“You look spaced out,” Priya said, handing her a cup.

“Do I?” Meera sipped. “Just... felt like one of the students was staring through me today. You ever get that?”

Priya grinned. “Welcome to high college. If no one's crushing on you, you're not doing it right.”

Meera rolled her eyes but smiled. “I guess.”

Something about the way Arjun had looked at her today felt different. Not like someone zoning out. Like someone watching.


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Meanwhile...

In the canteen, Rahul elbowed Arjun. “Dude, what was that in class? You got caught staring like you were hypnotized.”

Arjun gave a weak smile. “I didn’t mean to. Just zoned out.”

“Zoned in, more like. You’ve got it bad, bro.”

Arjun didn’t respond. He was too deep in it now. His mind replayed every second.
The dream.
The mall.
The classroom.

And now, her voice saying his name. Her smirk when she caught him.
He knew he was losing control. But he didn’t care.

To be continued…

[Uvaaaa]

Nice update

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Episode 7: A Glance Too Long

The second half of the college day was buzzing with energy. Annual Cultural Week had begun, and today was the inter-house dance competition. The auditorium was packed—students in costumes, teachers organizing, loud music filtering down the halls.

Arjun wasn’t interested in the performances. He was there for one reason.

And she walked in like she owned the moment.

Meera Ma’am—in a pastel blue chiffon saree so light, it almost blended with the air. The fabric floated around her, transparent enough to reveal the faintest outline of the blouse beneath, and how the pleats curved softly around her waist.

She wore it with grace, without flash. No jewelry except her usual bangles and a tiny stud in her nose. Her long hair was tied in a loose bun. The pallu clung slightly to her side as she moved—showing just a sliver of her belly, the skin smooth and glowing under the hall lights.

Her navel stayed hidden, just above the pleats, but that somehow made it more unbearable for Arjun.

He sat in the middle row, completely still, trying to look normal while his eyes followed her every movement. She wasn’t performing—just helping backstage, talking to a senior student, adjusting the mic stand—but to him, she was the only thing on stage.

She raised her arm to fix the mic cable and her pallu shifted slightly. The curve of her waist, the soft shadow under the sheer fabric—Arjun’s breath slowed. His fingers gripped the edge of the plastic chair.

He couldn’t look away.


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Later, in Class

Maths was short today—just twenty minutes. Meera didn’t teach much, just went over some announcements and gave out a worksheet.

Arjun barely heard her.

She stood in front of the class, now with the pallu wrapped tighter across her shoulder. He tried to focus on the paper, but the image of her earlier, walking past in that saree, the glimpse of her bare waist—it kept crashing into his mind like waves.

She looked his way once. Just briefly.
He dropped his eyes, fast.
He didn’t know if she had caught on.


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In the Staff Room

The staff room was unusually quiet for once. Most of the teachers were still in the auditorium, handling the last-minute wrap-ups from the program. Meera sat near the window, unpinning the microphone clip from her saree blouse, gently rolling her shoulder as if the day’s attention had physically weighed on her.

Priya walked in carrying two cups of tea. “You were the real show today,” she smirked, handing one to Meera.

Meera raised a brow. “Me?”

Priya plopped into the chair opposite. “Don’t play innocent. That saree? The boys in the auditorium looked like they forgot how to blink.”

Meera laughed lightly. “It’s just a pastel saree. I wear these all the time.”

Priya leaned in, teasing. “Not that pastel. And not that sheer. You don’t usually serve ‘classy seduction’ at college.”

Meera rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “I wasn’t going for seduction. It’s one of my most comfortable ones. The material breathes.”

“Oh, I’m sure it does. So did half the college watching you float around like a dream" said Priya sipping her tea

 “I also know you’re not used to the attention yet. Not this kind.”
Meera nodded, thoughtful. “It’s strange. I didn’t feel uncomfortable… but I was aware. Like the room’s temperature shifted the moment I stepped in.”

“That’s not you being paranoid. That’s you sensing how people carry their gaze,” Priya replied. “You carry yourself differently. Confident, sharp, graceful. That alone is enough to stir a room full of distracted people.”

Meera looked out the window, her voice quieter now. “I just want to teach, Priya. Do my job. Go home. I don’t want my presence to feel like a… distraction.”

“You don’t control how others see you,” Priya said, finishing her tea.

 “You just show up, own your space, and hold your line. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

Meera gave her a small, appreciative smile. “I’m still getting used to all of this.”

“You will,” Priya said, standing to leave. “And next time you wear something that graceful, just prepare for people to lose their minds a little.”

Meera laughed softly, the tension easing. But as she sipped her tea, she still felt that awareness lingering under her skin

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That Night

Arjun lay awake again, staring at the ceiling fan.

He hadn’t seen her navel. Not even a full view of her waist. But the tease of it—the outline, the way the fabric shifted, clung, hinted—was worse. Or better. He didn’t know.

All he knew was, he was gone.

This wasn’t just attraction anymore.
It was obsession.
And she had no idea.

To be continued…

[Uvaaaa]

Awesome update

[rp7575]

Great story keep it up bhai

[redarc]

nice update, please post more and more quick its hard to wait now i feel like i am arjun

[chellaporukki]

There should be one bitch to turn a chaste woman to slut. priya is doing that.

[shamson9571]

Episode 8: Close, but Distant

The midweek lull settled over St. Mark’s. The leftover energy from the cultural program had faded, and the college slowly shifted back into routine. Teachers were back in formal tones, students back in half-hearted notebooks and daydreams.

Except Arjun.

He hadn’t come back to routine at all.

Ever since Sunday—ever since that saree, that glimpse of skin through fabric, that image that refused to leave his head—he’d been off balance. Distracted, distant, but with a strange sort of focus. A focus only she could pull out of him.

Meera Ma’am had resumed her usual look. Cotton saree. Hair tied back. Poised, professional. But now, Arjun looked at her like he had secret access. Like he’d seen something no one else in the room had.


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After Class

As the bell rang, the classroom emptied out in a rush of chatter and shuffling feet. Arjun stayed back, slower to pack up. Meera was gathering her books, sliding a stack of worksheets into her file.

“Ma’am?” he said, voice low.

She looked up. “Yes?”

“I had a question about yesterday’s problem set. The geometry one. I didn’t get why the diagonals are equal.”

She nodded, gesturing for him to come closer to the board. “Alright. Let’s go over it quickly.”

Arjun stepped forward. She picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing. Her sleeve shifted slightly as she wrote, revealing a glimpse of her wrist, and he noticed—again—how graceful even the smallest parts of her were.

“This part here,” she said, circling a triangle, “relies on the property of congruent triangles. That’s why the diagonals end up equal. See?”

Arjun didn’t respond right away.

She turned slightly, eyebrow raised. “Arjun?”

He blinked. “Yeah. I see it now.” His voice cracked just a bit.

Meera gave a small smile and handed him the chalk. “Try marking the other angle.”

He reached out, their fingers brushing lightly as he took it from her. The touch was nothing—but to him, it echoed.

He drew the line, hand a little shaky.

“That’s right,” she said, and her voice softened. “You’ve been quieter in class lately. Still paying attention, but... somewhere else at the same time.”

He froze for a second. Did she know?

“I guess I’ve just been... thinking a lot,” he offered.

She nodded. “Well, thinking is good. As long as you don’t lose your way in it.”

She turned back to her desk, and the moment passed.

But for Arjun, the way she said it—casual, but with a trace of something else—felt like she had looked into him without even meaning to.


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Later That Evening – Meera’s Flat

Meera sat on her balcony with a half-read book resting on her lap. The sunset spilled across the tiled floor, and the street below murmured with honking scooters and distant chai stalls.

Her thoughts drifted back to college. To the classroom. To Arjun’s voice.

He was always polite. But there was a stillness to him lately that she couldn’t quite place. A weight behind his eyes. She didn’t think too much of it—but she noticed it.

Maybe it was just final-year stress. Maybe he was finding his footing.

Still... she thought about the way his fingers trembled slightly when he held the chalk.


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Back in Arjun’s Room

Arjun stared at the blank page in his notebook. Geometry homework untouched.

All he could think about was the closeness. Her scent. The warm tone in her voice when she said you’ve been quieter. The brief touch of her fingers against his.

It wasn’t a fantasy anymore.

It was a slow, silent storm building inside him.

And he didn’t know what he’d do when it finally broke.

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Perfect. Here's Episode 9, where an unexpected power outage creates a quiet, private moment between Meera and Arjun—subtle, charged, and intimate in atmosphere, without stepping over the line. The tension builds through what's left unsaid.


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Episode 9: When the Lights Went Out

It was Thursday afternoon, and City's heat clung to the walls of St. Mark’s like a second skin. The fans did little more than stir the humidity, and the students were restless, counting down minutes to the final bell.

Fifth period. Maths class.

Meera stood near the window, halfway through a problem on the board, chalk in hand, when the entire building shuddered into silence.

The fans stopped.
The lights blinked, then went dark.
And just like that, the college was dead quiet.

For a moment, no one moved. Then the murmurs started.

“Power cut?”
“Why now?”
“Do we still have class?”

Meera turned to the class. “Quiet,” she said gently

“There’s still daylight. Take out your textbooks, page 82. We’ll manage.”

The room stayed dim but tolerable—shadows dancing across desks from the open windows.


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Fifteen Minutes Later

Most students had checked out mentally. A few leaned into their books half-heartedly. The usual class rhythm was broken, and the heat was rising.

Meera paused her explanation and sighed. “Alright. Since no one’s really listening—” she smiled—“you can take the last ten minutes as silent reading time. Quiet, please.”

She moved toward her desk and sat, pulling out a water bottle. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, and she dabbed it gently with the edge of her pallu.

Arjun, who had barely looked away from her the entire class, sat still—more alert now than ever.

The power cut had changed everything.

No fan hum. No fluorescent glare.
Just her voice. Her breath. Her presence in softer light.

She was seated sideways in her chair, saree pleats spilling over her legs, the curve of her waist visible in the half-shade. Her profile was calm, but the heat had undone her just slightly—loosened her hair at the nape, made her blouse cling a little closer to her skin.

And Arjun, sitting three rows away, felt like he was witnessing something private. Something real.


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After the Bell

The final bell rang, quieter than usual without electricity. Students shuffled out, grateful to escape the heat.

Arjun moved slower, deliberately. He hung back near the window, pretending to gather his things.

“Still here?” Meera asked, wiping the board lazily with a tissue.

“Yeah... just didn’t want to rush into the crowd,” he said, watching the last few leave.

She nodded, uncapping her water bottle again. “It gets suffocating when the power’s out. Like the whole building holds its breath.”

Arjun hesitated, then said, “You still looked... calm.”

She gave him a sideways glance. “You mean I didn’t faint from the heat?”

He smirked. “I meant... you just look calm. All the time.”

That gave her pause. She leaned against the desk, her expression softening. “I’ve had practice.”

The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was filled with something else. Mutual awareness, though only one of them truly understood it.

“Well, get going,” she said, finally standing and adjusting the pleats at her waist. “Unless you want to be stuck here when the generator kicks in and locks the doors.”

Arjun nodded slowly, walking to the door. But just before leaving, he looked back once.

She wasn’t looking at him.

But the memory of her, lit by half-light, skin glowing, hair undone, stayed with him long after he stepped into the sun.


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That Night

He lay on his bed in the dark, the fan now working again at home, whirring above him.

But all he could hear was her voice in that silent room. All he could see was the way she sat in that chair, shifting just once, and how his eyes followed every quiet movement.

He knew nothing had changed.

But inside him—
everything had.

To be continued…

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Episode 10: Something Has Shifted

The answer sheets had been marked. The mid-term math exam was done, and the staff room was unusually quiet that afternoon—teachers bent over red pens and half-drunk tea cups.

Meera sat by the window, flipping through the last of her batch. The pile was mostly what she expected—some careless mistakes, a few rushed final sections, the usual overconfidence followed by underperformance.

Until she got to Arjun’s paper.

She blinked. Scanned it once. Then again.
Neat. Focused. His steps were clean. His logic held. His mistakes were few.

82 out of 100.
He had never gone above 60 before.

She paused for a moment, holding the paper in her hand. Not because of the score—but because she realized she wasn’t surprised. Somewhere in her, she had expected this.


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Later – In the Staff Room

“Guess who topped in my class?” Meera asked, setting Arjun’s answer sheet aside.

Priya looked up from her own pile of essays. “Don’t tell me it’s one of the usual toppers.”

Meera smiled faintly. “Nope. Arjun. Quiet one. Middle-row.”

Priya raised a brow. “Seriously? What happened to him?”

“I don’t know,” Meera replied, sipping her now-cold tea. “Something shifted. He’s been more… focused lately.”

Priya leaned back in her chair. “Focused on math, or on you?”

Meera shot her a look. “Come on.”

“I’m not saying anything inappropriate happened,” Priya said, raising her hands. “I’m just saying... you noticed. He noticed. Maybe that gave him a reason to step up.”

Meera didn’t respond at first. She looked out the window, thoughtful.

“He’s not a bad kid,” she said finally. “Just a little... intense, sometimes.”

Priya grinned. “Intense boys usually end up breaking rules or breaking records. Let’s hope he sticks to the second one.”

Meera laughed softly, but her thoughts were elsewhere.


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In the Classroom – The Next Day

Meera handed back the graded papers one by one. When she reached Arjun, she placed his on his desk, upside down.

He flipped it over.

82.

His heart skipped. It wasn’t just the number—it was the red-ink circle, the faint pencil tick next to a perfect equation, and the comment in the corner:
“Well done.”
Underlined. Two words. But from her, it felt like gold.

He looked up briefly.

She had already moved on to the next row.

But the small smile on her lips didn’t leave her face for the rest of class.


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After college – Arjun’s Walk Home

He walked slower than usual, bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds in but no music playing. The paper was tucked into his notebook, but he’d already memorized it.

It wasn’t about the marks.

It was about her noticing. Her writing those two words. The idea that, even for a second, he had done something that made her pause.

He smiled to himself.

This wasn’t just a crush anymore.

It was purpose.

To be continued…

[Saikarthik]

Good updates nicely going like to see the slow small seductions from her

[Hotyyhard]

hmm i think she also interested in him hmm lets see

[snehasis]

nice buildup bro

[redarc]

wow, the sex when happen between them, i dont know when, but it will be intense i can guess , great updates, post more ...can't wait longer

[Uvaaaa]

Super rocking yaar and update soon

[shamson9571]

Episode 11: Between the Shelves

Friday afternoon. The final period had ended early due to a teacher meeting, and most students had already left campus. But Arjun stayed behind.

He told Rahul he had to finish a math worksheet.

That wasn’t a lie.

But it wasn’t the full truth either.

The real reason he was still there sat two rooms away, in the staff corridor—probably gathering files or walking toward the library like she did some Fridays.

He had noticed the pattern. Of course he had.


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In the Library

The college library was mostly empty. A few seniors were lounging at the back table pretending to study. The lights were dim, the air cooler than the classrooms. It had that hushed, sacred feel of old books and lazy fans.

Arjun sat at a table in the corner with a math textbook open in front of him. But he wasn’t reading.

He was waiting.

And then—there she was.

Meera Ma’am, walking in with a stack of papers tucked into her arm. She wore a soft mauve saree today, dbangd neatly, the blouse full-sleeved with a row of tiny buttons along the wrist. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, a few strands falling around her ears.

She looked tired, but she looked beautiful.

She walked right past him, not noticing. Sat two tables away, close to the window. Opened her file. Started marking papers.

And for the next few minutes, Arjun didn’t move.

He just watched—quietly, discreetly, absorbing every detail.

The way she leaned over her papers. How her back curved when she reached for a pen. The soft press of her arm against the table as she scribbled notes.

Then something unexpected happened.

She looked up. Their eyes met.

Just for a second.

Her expression flickered—not surprised, but slightly curious.

“You’re still here?” she asked, her voice calm.

“Yeah,” Arjun said, keeping his tone neutral. “Just finishing up some work. The math worksheet.”

She nodded. “Good. It shows. Your improvement’s been steady.”

He felt his chest warm up—not from the praise, but from the way she said it. Direct, confident, like she meant it. Like she’d been watching.

She went back to marking.

Arjun looked down at his book, pretending to work, but his mind was racing.

The silence between them stretched, heavy but comfortable. Just the sound of her pen. The fan overhead. The rustle of pages.

And then, her voice again.

“You know,” she said without looking up, “most students can’t wait to run out the gate when they’re done for the day. You’re different.”

Arjun paused. Then answered slowly, “Maybe I just like quiet places.”

She glanced up again, eyes steady. “Quiet places teach you to pay attention to things you miss in the noise.”

Arjun met her gaze.

“Exactly,” he said.

There was something between them in that moment—not spoken, not obvious. But it lingered.

She smiled faintly, then returned to her papers.

And Arjun—he didn’t move for the next twenty minutes.

He wasn’t in a rush to leave anymore.

To be continued…

[shamson9571]

Episode 12: Things Unspoken

It was the kind of morning that lingered somewhere between warm and lazy. The classroom windows were wide open, letting in streaks of sun and the faint smell of wet earth from the garden being watered nearby.

Meera Ma’am stood at the front of the class, chalk in hand, scribbling out a trigonometry identity. Her saree today was a soft cream with a dull gold border—light, flowing, the kind that moved like silk even if it wasn’t. The blouse was half-sleeved, high-necked but snug.

Arjun was in his usual seat. Pen in hand. Eyes elsewhere.

His friends had stopped teasing him. They noticed he didn’t react anymore. He just stared. Calm, still, absorbed.

Today, it was the way her pallu curved over her waist. The way she tilted slightly forward when she drew diagrams, revealing the gentle line of her spine through the thin blouse. The arch of her back. The grace of her hands.

She didn’t know.

Or if she did, she didn’t show it.

And Arjun couldn’t stop.


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In the Staff Room

Later that afternoon, Meera walked into the staff room, dropped her attendance register on the table, and sighed.

Priya, who was pouring tea into two cups, glanced over. “Rough class?”

Meera gave a tired smile. “Not at all. Just... mentally drained. You know the feeling.”

Priya handed her a cup. “Welcome to teaching full-time teenagers. It’s an emotional marathon.”

They both sat down. The fan creaked above them, stirring just enough air to keep the room from going still.

“You’re adjusting well, though,” Priya said, nudging her shoulder. “You blend in like you’ve been here for years.”

Meera smiled. “You’ve only been here two years yourself. I still hear your name whispered in the corridor like you’re some senior rebel.”

“Good,” Priya grinned. “That means they’re still afraid of me.”

They sipped quietly for a few moments.

“You always knew you wanted to teach?” Meera asked.

“Sort of. I came into it sideways. Tried a few things after college—corporate training, content writing. Nothing stuck. Teaching was the first thing that felt real.”

Meera nodded. “I was always the quiet one in college. Obsessed with neat handwriting, sitting first bench. I thought I’d end up in an office. But somehow... the classroom feels more like me.”

“You ever think of leaving?”

Meera shook her head. “Not yet. I still feel like I’m arriving.”

Priya smiled, watching her. “You never talk about... you know, personal stuff. Relationships. Family pressure. None of that?”

“No,” Meera said, without hesitation. “I never felt the need to explain myself. I like my space. I like my pace. People expect a story—but sometimes, there isn’t one.”

Priya raised her tea cup in salute. “Amen to that.”

“And you?”

Priya grinned. “Same. No sob story. No dramatic heartbreak. Just… not interested in being someone’s second job.”

They both laughed. It was a different kind of connection. Not about sharing wounds—but about owning the lack of them. The quiet, firm kind of independence that doesn’t always need explaining.


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Back in the Classroom

The final bell had rung. Arjun was still at his desk, flipping pages slowly. Not reading. Just waiting. Meera was wiping the board, hair pinned up loosely now, a few strands falling against her neck.

She caught his eyes briefly and said, “You don’t get bored staying back every other day?”

He shook his head. “Not really.”

She didn’t push it.

She turned back to gather her books, unaware of the way the evening sun had lit up the side of her face and the sliver of skin visible between the blouse and saree pleats.

And Arjun—he didn’t blink.

Not because he was trying to memorize her.

But because every time she moved, it felt like he was already forgetting how to look away.

To be continued…