Meera - The new Teacher

[masud93]

now MEERA name become the BRAND

[Uvaaaa]

Super awesome

[Saikarthik]

Nice one

[shamson9571]

Episode 13: Secrets and Sarees

The college day had ended, the halls slowly quieting into their late-afternoon hush. The staff room was half-empty now, files stacked, chalk trays cleaned, fans still running lazily overhead.

Meera and Priya stayed behind, their chairs pulled closer to the window, shoes kicked off under the desk. The tea was long gone, replaced by cold water and unfiltered conversation.

Priya took one look at Meera’s soft peach saree and smirked. “You do realize that blouse is borderline lethal, right?”

Meera raised an eyebrow. “It’s half-sleeved. Conservative by any standard.”

“Sure, sure,” Priya grinned. “But the way it hugs your back? The high neck only makes it worse. Men lose their minds over imagination.”

Meera laughed, head tilting back. “And who exactly are these men losing their minds?”

“Oh, come on,” Priya said, leaning forward like she was about to whisper a scandal. “You walk down that corridor and half the male staff forget what day it is. And don’t get me started on the peons. Last week I caught Ganesh-anna wiping the same window twice while you were in the hallway.”

Meera rolled her eyes. “That’s just his work ethic. Don’t drag me into it.”

“Please,” Priya teased. “You’ve got this whole 'graceful, untouched goddess' thing going on. And you don’t even try.”

“I genuinely don’t,” Meera said, half-smiling. “I dress how I like. Sarees are comfortable. I’m not going to hide my waist like it’s a crime.”

“And you shouldn’t,” Priya said. “Honestly, it’s refreshing. You don’t flirt, you don’t fish for compliments... yet you radiate quiet chaos.”

“Quiet chaos?” Meera repeated, amused. “Is that your poetic way of saying I make people nervous?”

“Oh, very nervous,” Priya replied. “You’ve weaponized silence. Do you know how powerful that is?”

Meera chuckled. “Well, I’m not out here trying to destroy anyone.”

“You’re not trying. That’s the problem. Intentional is one thing. Accidental elegance? That’s what gets them.”

They both laughed, sinking a little deeper into the chairs. The kind of laughter that didn’t come from gossip—but from knowing. From seeing the world tilt its head every time a woman decides not to shrink.

“You know what I find funny?” Meera said, voice softer now. “Everyone assumes if you’re single and well-dressed, you’re waiting for someone.”

Priya snorted. “They think our wardrobes are coded distress signals.”

“Exactly,” Meera smiled. “As if confidence is just camouflage for loneliness.”

“Well,” Priya said, stretching her arms, “let them wonder. Let them flirt with the idea while we flirt with the air.”

Meera raised her bottle in mock salute. “To flirting with the air.”

They clinked plastic bottles like wine glasses and sat back, the sun dipping lower in the sky, lighting their laughter with gold.

No boys. No books. No lesson plans.

Just two women in sarees, winding down the day with just enough edge to keep the silence interesting.

To be continued…

[shamson9571]

Episode 14: Just Out of Reach

The corridor outside the staff room was unusually quiet for a weekday afternoon. Most students had left, and the rest were either finishing club activities or lingering near the gate.

Arjun stood outside the half-open staff room door, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. Meera Ma’am had asked him to pick up a set of solved worksheets from her desk—“You’ll find them in a blue file,” she’d said before vanishing inside.

He hesitated, then knocked lightly.

Inside, Meera looked up from her chair. “Come in,” she said, without looking twice.

He stepped in slowly, eyes darting around the room. The lighting was soft, one tube light flickering at the far end. Priya Ma’am sat at a desk by the window, legs crossed, flipping through a magazine with little interest.

Meera was by the far shelf now, standing on her toes, reaching for a file above her height. Her cream-colored saree shimmered faintly under the pale light, the pleats perfectly tucked—until she stretched.

Arjun froze.

As her arms rose above her head, the pallu shifted back slightly. The movement pulled her blouse tighter across her back, and just below that—a clean strip of bare waist peeked out between blouse and saree.

No navel.
But close.
So close.

The fabric at her hip loosened slightly as she leaned further in. The pleats dipped, not enough to fall, but enough to tease the possibility.

Arjun’s breath slowed. His heart thudded loud in his chest.

She adjusted her fingers higher, inching toward the file. The saree threatened to dip just one inch more. Arjun leaned slightly, eyes fixed, hoping it would slip—just a little. Just enough to show what his imagination had already rehearsed a hundred times.

But before it could, she got the file.

She stepped down with a small satisfied breath, turning toward him, completely unaware.

“Here,” she said, holding out the file. “It’s already arranged by section.”

Arjun blinked, taking it from her hands, but his mind was still behind her. At that shelf. At that moment.

“Thanks, Ma’am,” he mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

She gave him a polite smile, already moving back to her desk. “You can leave it on your class rep’s table after checking your name.”

He nodded and turned to go—too quickly.

Behind him, near the window, Priya watched quietly. She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t said a word. But she’d seen it.

The way Arjun’s eyes had locked.
The pause.
The subtle lean forward.
The stillness in his body while Meera was turned away.

She didn’t say anything. Not now.
But something in her gaze narrowed—measured. Curious.

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Later That Day — Arjun's Room

Evening settled into his room with the kind of silence that should’ve been peaceful—but for Arjun, it was anything but.

His math book lay open in front of him, but the numbers might as well have been a foreign language. He wasn’t thinking about formulas or revision.

He was thinking about her.

That moment.
In the staff room.
The shelf.
Her arms raised.
That soft strip of bare skin right above her hips.

He hadn’t expected to see that much. He never did. But when it happened, when her blouse lifted just slightly and the pleats of her saree loosened with that one long stretch—he knew.

He was seconds away.

From seeing the one thing he had imagined endlessly. The one detail that had haunted him through every late-night thought, every slow glance in class—her navel.

It was almost there.
So close.

The fabric had dipped just enough to send his heart into freefall. His eyes locked on the edge of the pleats, watching every shift of her waist, every tug of gravity. For a second, he thought it was really happening. That this was it.

But no.

She found the file.
She stepped down.
The pleats held.

Like fate was playing games with him.
A moment offered, then taken.
Like someone dangling a flame just out of reach, only to snuff it before it burned.

He sighed and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling fan.

“Why?” he muttered under his breath. “Why now? Why not one inch more?”

His hand ran across his face, equal parts frustrated and embarrassed. He wasn’t proud of how obsessed he had become with something so small, but it felt bigger than that.

It wasn’t just about the navel.
It was about the tease. The nearness. The almost.

He closed his eyes, and it all replayed—frame by frame. Her reaching. Her breath. The slight shift of fabric. Her soft waist curved like it belonged in another world.

And him, stuck in this one.
Always watching. Never touching.
Always almost.

He groaned quietly, gripping the pillow behind his head. “This isn’t fair,” he whispered to no one. “Not fair at all.”


To be continued.....

[Uvaaaa]

Well written story

[RCF]

One of the good stories recently. Amazing slow build up going on here and its written very subtly and with beauty.

Another amazing thing, writer is not stalling for any comments, he has his own pace..rare to see that here and should be appreciated more.

~RCF

[redarc]

great updates post more ,

[Hotyyhard]

Ganesh new character....! seems both the boys will have fun who knows? ;)

[Saikarthik]

Good updates

[sheenastevens]

A very good smooth story so far

[val.coutinho]

Hot hot hot story on the first page it self..... But I think this story was on xossip also if I can remember it right....

[Chennai Veeran]

Great going

[shamson9571]

One of the good stories recently. Amazing slow build up going on here and its written very subtly and with beauty.

Another amazing thing, writer is not stalling for any comments, he has his own pace..rare to see that here and should be appreciated more.

~RCF

Thank you very much for your kind words

[shamson9571]

Episode 15: Beneath the Surface

The weekend passed slowly for Arjun, but not in the relaxing way weekends usually did. Everything he did—from brushing his teeth to scrolling his phone—was shadowed by that moment in the staff room.

The way Meera had reached, the pleats loosening just enough. Her bare waist catching sunlight like it was trying to tempt him on purpose, though he knew it wasn’t.

She hadn’t noticed.

But he had. Every detail. Every second.
And it wasn’t leaving him.

He wasn’t proud of how his mind kept circling back to it. But he also couldn’t stop it. Something in him had crossed a threshold. This wasn’t just a collegeboy crush anymore.


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Monday Morning – Staff Room

Meera walked in just as the bell rang, in a steel grey cotton saree with a thin red border. Her hair was in a braid today, fresh jasmine tucked in neatly. Calm, as always. Collected. Still unaware of how close she had come to giving away more than she knew.

Priya, already at her desk, watched her for a moment longer than usual.

She hadn’t told Meera what she’d seen on Friday.
Not yet.

She’d replayed it in her head a few times over the weekend—Arjun’s eyes, the way they didn’t blink, the way his body stilled. It wasn’t a look of harmless admiration. It was focused. Charged.

And Meera hadn’t noticed a thing.

Priya took a slow sip of her tea and decided she would wait—just a little longer. She didn’t want to make Meera paranoid. Not unless she was sure the boy’s thoughts were bleeding into behavior.

But she would be watching now.
More carefully than before.


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Back in the Staff Room – After Lunch

The room was warm and quiet. Only a couple of teachers remained inside, scribbling remarks onto papers or checking their phones.

Meera was sitting with her legs crossed, a pen in her mouth, lost in thought over a worksheet. Priya sat nearby, munching on murukku from a paper packet, legs folded under her.

“You know,” Priya said mid-chew, “for someone who’s still new to this college, you’ve gotten frighteningly efficient at ignoring people.”

Meera looked up, amused. “Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Priya said, pointing her snack at her, “you’ve built this teacher-wall around you. Cool. Collected. Dbangd in sarees like some temple idol. Do you even see the nonsense that goes on around you?”

Meera laughed softly. “I see it. I just don’t react.”

“That’s why you’re dangerous,” Priya said, popping another piece into her mouth. “You don’t raise your voice. You don’t chase anyone. You just exist and people adjust themselves.”

“Sounds like you’re either impressed or mildly terrified.”

“A bit of both,” Priya grinned.

They shared a quiet laugh.

Outside, the college bell rang. The break was over. Students began filling the halls again, the familiar rhythm returning.

Meera stretched her arms overhead, letting out a soft sigh. Her blouse tightened against her shoulders and Priya caught it out of the corner of her eye.

She didn’t comment.
She didn’t need to.
She just noticed.

And filed it away.


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In Class – Arjun’s Perspective

It was second period. Math. Arjun sat two rows back, his usual seat. Meera was explaining coordinate geometry. Her voice was calm, confident. Her tone clipped yet soft in all the right ways.

He tried to take notes.

He really did.

But his eyes kept drifting—down her arm, across the soft curve of her shoulder, following the pleats of her saree to where they vanished around her waist.

The memory of Friday made it worse.

He had seen enough to imagine more.
And now, everything she did looked slower. More layered.

She turned slightly, writing something on the side board. The fabric shifted again. Not enough to show. But enough to hope.

Arjun leaned back in his chair, staring without blinking. Completely lost.


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To be continued…

[shamson9571]

Episode 16: Stillness in Glances

The monsoon clouds hung low over the city, casting a soft grey wash over the college grounds. The sharp light of the usual sun was missing, replaced by something gentler, cooler—an atmosphere that made everything feel a little slower, a little quieter.

Inside the classroom, Meera Ma’am was mid-lecture, chalk tapping rhythmically on the board.

She wore a deep teal saree, simple but elegant. The blouse was plain—quarter sleeves, modest neckline—but it hugged her back perfectly. Her hair was tied into a low bun today, loose strands falling behind her ear as she tilted her head slightly while writing.

Arjun sat in his usual seat, pretending to copy notes, his pen barely touching the page.

His eyes weren’t on the board.
They were on her.

Every motion—every shift in her weight as she stepped back to explain something—held his full attention. The curve of her waist, the way her blouse stretched slightly when she reached to underline a term, the gentle pull of the saree pleats around her hips as she walked across the front of the class.

She didn’t know. Or if she did, she gave no sign.

She was focused on the lesson, speaking with her usual calm clarity, unaware of the storm quietly building in the mind of one boy sitting three rows back.

Arjun leaned on one elbow, angling his head like he was reading. But his eyes flicked up—again and again. Just long enough to catch the way the soft fabric hugged her figure as she turned. Just long enough to see the outline of her back when she bent ever so slightly to place a notebook down.

Not her navel. Not yet.

But every glimpse of the bare waist above her pleats brought him closer. It was like fate kept showing him just enough to want more, but never enough to satisfy.

And he couldn’t stop looking.


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After Class

The bell rang, loud and sharp.

Students packed up. Chairs scbangd the floor. Meera gathered her books without hurry, chatting briefly with a girl who had a doubt. Arjun lingered, pretending to search his bag.

As she moved past him, he caught it again—the faint breeze lifting the pallu just enough for him to see that sliver of waist. Smooth. Unmarked. Untouched.

No navel. Just the edge.

She passed by without noticing.

Her scent—mild sandalwood and ink—followed behind her.

And Arjun stayed frozen, his pulse racing, as if he’d just seen something forbidden but sacred.


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In His Notebook

Back at home, he opened his textbook but barely turned a page.

Instead, he found himself sketching absently in the corner of his notebook.

Lines curved.
Soft fabric.
Waist.
Saree folds.

He didn’t know what he was drawing—only that it resembled her silhouette more than anything else.

Meera hadn’t looked at him once that day.
She hadn’t caught him.
She hadn’t noticed.

But in Arjun’s mind, she was the only thing that existed.

To be continued…

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[shamson9571]

Episode 17: The Second Look

The college day moved like a slow current—thick, warm, unhurried.

It was just after lunch, and the last few periods always felt like a dream—half the class fighting sleep, the rest mentally checked out. But for Arjun, this part of the day was when his senses were sharpest.

Meera Ma’am walked into class, saree dbangd in effortless folds, today’s shade a faded coral pink that clung to her softly as she moved. Her sleeves were short, clean-cut, and the blouse sat neatly against her back, dipping just low enough to keep Arjun’s thoughts right on the edge.

She placed her books on the desk and turned to the board, unaware—still completely unaware—that one of her students had just exhaled like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.


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At the Door – Priya’s Passing Glance

As Meera began her lecture, Priya passed by the open classroom door, a loose stack of worksheets in her hand. She didn’t intend to stop—just a glance into the room, a quick scan before heading to the staff room.

But something caught her eye.

Arjun, seated third row, leaned slightly forward, elbows resting on his desk, still as stone. He wasn’t looking at the board. Wasn’t writing. Wasn’t listening, not really.

His gaze was locked—lower than usual.

Not on Meera’s face. Not even her movements.
His eyes were fixed on her waist.

She had just turned to reach the chalk shelf. The fabric of her saree had shifted slightly, revealing that familiar bare strip of skin just above the pleats. And Arjun’s eyes had dropped to it without hesitation. Focused. Quiet. Unblinking.

Priya paused. Just for a second. Not to judge—just to observe.

Her brow lifted slightly. She didn’t smirk. Didn’t frown.
Just noticed.

And then she walked on, the corner of her mouth lifting faintly.
A private thought.
A half-story forming in her head.


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Back in Class

Arjun was lost again. Completely.

Meera moved like she always did—calm, composed, unaware of the quiet storm brewing just behind her.

She adjusted her pallu with one hand, her blouse pulling slightly at the back as she did. Arjun watched the movement with laser focus, hoping, just briefly, the pleats would drop a little more.

They didn’t.

But it didn’t matter. Because he’d seen enough to keep his mind occupied for days.


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To be continued…

[Uvaaaa]

Nice update

[redarc]

great update

[Ranvijaysingh2]

Wah..brilliant mind-blowing extraordinary excellent writing...

A slow-paced story with arjun & meera emotions...and also u mentioning what feels inside the characters about others & situations

Don't rush..just write what you think as like now

If possible give regular updates..