Meera - The new Teacher

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Awesome

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Woow. I started to read this story. Perfect story BrO. Nice story thread. Good start. Going well. Slow erotic mood. Very slow erotic path. So Meera teasing not only Rahul but also all readers of this story.According to the story path, it will take more episodes for a epic scene. 

Thank you for the appreciation. I believe the real fun is in teasing. So when u reach the final, it will be ecstatic. You will not be disappointed ?

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Thank you all for your love and feedback. It makes me more enthusiastic to write more engaging and erotic episodes

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So good

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Episode 22: Hints and Habits

The afternoon light filtered into the staff room in long, quiet streaks. The fan hummed overhead, cutting through the humid stillness that followed a double period before lunch.

Meera sat at the far end of the table, flipping through notebooks with red pen in hand, her saree pleats neat as always, her blouse—a crisp half-sleeved indigo—pressed close to her back. Her hair was tied in a low bun, a pencil tucked into it without thought.

She looked completely at ease.
Completely unaware.


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Priya walked in without knocking, carrying her coffee like a badge of permission. She moved easily, like she belonged in any room she stepped into. And when her eyes landed on Meera, a familiar smirk appeared.

“You look dangerously focused,” she said, flopping into the seat next to her.

“I’m not,” Meera replied without looking up. “I’m pretending to finish corrections.”

Priya laughed, then leaned in slightly. “You know you’ve developed a habit of standing too close to the board when you teach?”

Meera raised an eyebrow. “What kind of habit?”

“The kind that makes the fabric pull just enough at your waist to give certain students something else to focus on.”

Meera gave a short laugh. “You’re imagining things.”

“Mm. Am I?”

Without warning, Priya’s hand slid over Meera’s side, landing just at the curve of her waist, light and playful, her thumb brushing over the fabric at the pleats.

“This,” she said casually, “this little part right here—you don’t even know the kind of attention it draws.”

Meera flinched—just slightly—not from discomfort, but from surprise. She swatted her hand lightly. “Stop it.”

Priya didn’t move away immediately. “I’m serious. If I were a teenage boy with no impulse control and a seat three rows behind you, I’d fail math on purpose.”

“You’re the worst,” Meera muttered, smiling despite herself.

“I’m observant,” Priya said, finally pulling her hand away, letting it brush down the length of Meera’s pallu as she sat back. “And some of them are, too. Trust me.”

Meera shook her head and went back to her notebook.

But her fingers brushed down the same place Priya had touched, adjusting her saree without realizing.


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Just Outside – Arjun’s View

Down the hallway, Arjun stood near the water cooler, flipping through a worksheet he wasn’t actually reading. The corridor was quiet, staffroom door half open. He glanced toward it absently—and froze.

Through the small gap, he saw them.

Meera, seated. Her posture relaxed. Her blouse pulled slightly across her side.

Priya, leaning close, smiling, saying something. Then—touching her waist.

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t hidden. But it was deliberate.

Arjun’s breath caught.

He couldn’t hear a word, but the sight of someone else’s hand resting on that curve—the exact place he had imagined so often—tightened something in his chest.

Meera didn’t pull away.

She laughed.

It unsettled him. Not because it was wrong. But because it was effortless. Familiar.

He turned away before they could notice him, his throat dry, heart beating louder than it should.

And for the first time, Arjun wondered if he wasn’t the only one who had been noticing her all along.


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That Evening – Arjun’s Room

The light outside faded into blue shadows, and the walls of Arjun’s room felt closer than usual. He sat on the edge of his bed, the fan spinning too slow, his chest still tight from something he hadn’t said, hadn’t even fully thought.

But he couldn’t stop seeing it—Priya’s hand on Meera’s waist.

Not imagined.
Not dreamed.
Real.

That soft curve he had worshipped from afar, claimed in silence, had been touched in daylight by someone else. And Meera had laughed—not just allowed it, but seemed used to it. Comfortable.

It twisted something inside him.

He lay back, eyes open to the ceiling, the image looping now—Meera seated, her blouse snug at the side, Priya leaning in close, brushing her hand along that place he’d memorized in still frames.

The feeling returned.
Low in his stomach.
Unavoidable.

He tried not to give in. But the more he resisted, the more vivid it became.

Meera smiling.
Her waist pulling slightly under Priya’s hand.
Her laugh—unbothered. Natural.

His hand drifted over himself before he even realized he’d moved.

And then it happened again—a sudden, quiet wave rising and breaking through him in a flash of breath and heat. No buildup this time. No fantasy invention.

Just that scene.
That touch.
That reality he couldn’t own—but couldn’t forget either.

When it passed, he lay still, chest rising and falling, his face turned toward the wall. Not ashamed. Not satisfied.

Just stung by how much it took out of him.

Because this time, it hadn’t been her voice or her eyes or her body that undid him.

It was someone else’s hand on the part of her he thought only he saw.


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To be continued…

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Nice update BrO.! This story is going like a unique.
Superrrbb.! Eagerly waiting for next.

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Episode 23: A Brief Slip, A Longer Thought

The midday sun streamed in through the half-drawn blinds of the classroom. The ceiling fan hummed softly, stirring the warm air just enough to keep students half-awake. The chalk in Meera’s hand traced clear, quick lines on the board as she moved through the day’s lesson.

She wore a simple cotton saree in pale teal, blouse elbow-sleeved and fitted close. She hadn’t noticed that her pallu had begun to loosen. It was a warm day. Her focus was on the equations.

She turned slightly, lifting her arm to mark a point on the diagram.

And the pallu slipped further.

Not much—but enough.

Enough to reveal the clean line of her waist—uncovered, smooth, and deliberate in how effortlessly it caught the light.


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Arjun’s View – Interrupted Focus

From his seat, Arjun didn’t mean to stare.

But the moment she turned, the fabric shifted just right, and there it was: that curve he’d seen flashes of before—but now clearly, undeniably visible.

It wasn’t exaggerated. It wasn’t styled. It was just… real.

Warm-toned skin, the gentle hollow near the side, the soft slope between the blouse and the pleats. It wasn’t a long moment—but long enough.

Arjun’s eyes stayed locked.

Then, Meera turned back.

She paused mid-sentence, her eyes brushing the room—and for a moment, met his.

There was a flicker of something behind her calm.

She’d noticed.

Quietly, casually, she reached up and adjusted her pallu, drawing it back across her shoulder and letting it fall more securely.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look again.

She just kept teaching.

But he looked away immediately, ears hot, face blank.


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Later – Meera Alone in the Staff Room

The corridor outside had grown quiet. Most teachers had left for the day, and Meera remained at her desk, filing away the last few notebooks. The breeze from the high windows caught the edge of her pallu and fluttered it faintly across her waist again.

She paused.
Fingers brushed over the fabric.
And without looking, she remembered that moment in class.

His eyes.

That split-second of stillness.

She let herself lean back for a moment, exhaling softly.

She wasn’t offended.
Wasn’t rattled.

In fact, she felt something else altogether.

Not power. Not pride exactly.

Just… a reminder.

> That even in this quiet, ordinary frame of hers—wrapped in cotton, hidden in rules—someone had looked at her like that.



And it hadn’t felt wrong.

Just alive.

She allowed herself a private smile. Then packed her bag and left, like nothing had happened.


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To be continued…

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Episode 24: Said Out Loud

The late afternoon sun had softened behind grey clouds, casting a low golden light into the staff room. Most of the teachers had gone. A few echoes from the corridor faded in and out—chairs scbanging, last bell chatter, the day closing in.

Meera sat at her desk, blouse clinging slightly at her waist from the long hours. Her teal saree had started to lose its crispness, pleats a little looser now, like the day had settled into the fabric.

Across from her, Priya sipped from a warm paper cup, idly scrolling through her phone.

Meera closed her notebook and looked up.

“Can I ask you something weird?”

Priya didn’t look up. “That’s the only kind worth asking.”

Meera hesitated. “Do you ever… feel it? When someone’s staring? Not casually. Like—really looking?”

Priya glanced up now, phone forgotten. “Oh. We’re going there.”

Meera rolled her eyes. “It happened today. In class.”

Priya smirked. “Was it the teal saree?”

Meera gave her a look. “Don’t start.”

“I’m serious,” Priya said, leaning in. “That blouse fits you like it was stitched by someone with no intention of leaving anything to the imagination. And don’t even get me started on your waist.”

Meera laughed, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying,” Priya grinned. “You walk around like you’re teaching math, but you’re out here doing anatomical damage. The curve of your waist alone could knock a teenager off the honor roll.”

Meera covered her face with her hand, laughing softly. “You’re impossible.”

“Admit it,” Priya said, tapping the desk. “You saw him today.”

Meera nodded slowly. “He wasn’t subtle. And when I adjusted my pallu... I don’t know. I felt it. That moment.”

Priya’s voice softened. “You didn’t hate it, did you?”

Meera paused. “No. I didn’t.”

Priya’s smile lost its teasing edge. “Good. You shouldn't. It’s not about him—it’s about you. That you still turn heads without trying.”

There was a brief silence.

Then Meera added, quieter now, “It felt strange… being reminded. That I still hold that kind of effect.”

Priya looked at her, more serious now. “You think I don’t notice, either?”

Meera raised an eyebrow.

Priya leaned back. “You’ve got a body that was made for sarees. Soft in the right places, tight in the right ones. That waistline? Perfect. It’s not just him. You walk into a room, and it changes.”

Meera blinked, caught between surprise and something warmer.

“Priya...”

“I’m just saying what’s true,” Priya said, letting her hand drift toward Meera’s pallu—just a brush, a soft touch that didn’t linger. “You don’t need to try. And that’s the most dangerous part.”

Meera sat quietly with that. Not pushing it away. Not denying it.

Just letting it land.

And somewhere, deep beneath the day’s exhaustion, she felt the slightest flutter of something new. Not guilt. Not confusion.

Just awareness.


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To be continued…

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Episode 25: Closer Than It Looks

The late afternoon sunlight streamed into the staff room in pale strips. The college had gone quiet. Only a few conversations echoed faintly down the corridor. Inside, the air was still—fans humming, papers shuffling.

Meera stood near the wall cabinet, filing away the last of the worksheets. Her cream cotton saree had shifted during the day—pleats loosening slightly at the waist, softening the clean line that usually defined her posture.

She didn’t seem to care. The day was almost over.

Priya, lounging nearby, noticed immediately.

She stood up, walked over, and before Meera could react—reached down and gently adjusted the loose pleats at her waist.

Not rushed.
Not hesitant.
Just… familiar.

Her fingers slid between the fabric and Meera’s blouse, tucking it securely, pressing softly against the curve of her waist as she straightened it with practiced ease.

Meera froze—only for a moment.

Then glanced over her shoulder with the faintest smile. “You could warn me, you know.”

Priya shrugged. “You keep walking around like that, you’re going to cause a situation.”

“And you’re the self-appointed protector of decency now?”

“No,” Priya said, letting her palm rest lightly against Meera’s side before stepping away. “I’m the one who can’t look away either.”

Meera didn’t respond.

But she didn’t move, either.


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Just Outside – Arjun Watching

From down the corridor, Arjun stood beside the notice board, back to the wall, pretending to read an old timetable pinned behind glass.

But his eyes were locked on the narrow opening of the staff room door.

And what he saw knocked the breath out of him.

Priya, bent slightly, fingers adjusting the pleats right at Meera’s waist. The same waist he’d stared at from a classroom desk more times than he could count. The exact curve his dreams had turned into rituals.

Meera didn’t stop her.
She let her.
She smiled.

That hand. That touch.

It wasn’t an accident.

It wasn’t something anyone could mistake.

Arjun’s chest tightened. His throat dried. He looked away too late and walked off too fast.

His thoughts didn’t follow him.
They stayed there.
Inside that room.
With her.
And the hands that weren’t his.


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Later That Evening – Arjun Alone

The house was quiet. The dinner dishes had been washed, the lights dimmed in the hallway. But Arjun sat in his room—door closed, window cracked open, his college bag still untouched on the chair.

He wasn’t thinking about homework.

He was thinking about what he saw.

It wouldn’t leave him.
Priya’s hand. Meera’s waist. The way her fingers moved with ease, slipping into the pleats of the saree, tucking it with quiet confidence. Meera’s body didn’t flinch. She smiled. Let it happen. Like it wasn’t the first time. Like it meant nothing.

But for Arjun, it meant everything.

That moment hadn’t been meant for him. But he’d seen it. Too clearly.

And now, in the quiet of his room, he felt the weight of it pressing down on his chest. Not just lust—need. Frustration. The ache of something so close, so vivid, and so far out of reach.

He leaned back, closed his eyes.

And saw it again. Frame by frame.

The soft fall of Meera’s saree. The shift of her waist as she stood still. Priya’s fingers—slow, certain—brushing fabric against skin.

Meera didn’t even move.
She just let herself be touched.

Arjun exhaled, sharp and low.

His pulse quickened.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without thinking about it. Without reliving it. Without his body responding in ways he no longer fully controlled.

The worst part?

He didn’t want to forget it.

He wanted to stay in that scene. Let it loop. Let it claim him for a while longer—because in that moment, even from a distance, he felt closer to Meera than he ever had.


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To be continued…

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Episode 26: A Dream That Didn't Feel Like One

It was past midnight when Arjun finally drifted off.

His body was tired, but his mind wasn’t done with the day—not with the image of Priya’s hand at Meera’s waist, not with the way Meera stood still, smiling like it meant nothing.

He didn’t realize when his thoughts slid into sleep.
But the dream picked up exactly where the day had left off.


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The Dream

It wasn’t college anymore.
The setting was unfamiliar—soft, warm, and dim. A quiet room lit by diffused golden light, curtains half drawn, no sound but breathing.

Meera stood near a window in her saree, the pallu off her shoulder now, the pleats loose around her waist. Her bare midriff was more visible than usual, the soft curve of her waist catching light as she moved slowly, thoughtfully.

Behind her, Priya stepped forward—confident, casual, like she belonged in the space between them.

She reached out, hand sliding gently around Meera’s waist.
Meera leaned into it. No hesitation. No words.

And then—Priya lowered her head, her lips brushing against the skin of Meera’s side.

A kiss.

Slow. Intentional. Just above the pleats.

Meera inhaled softly, eyes closed. Her hand came to rest on Priya’s shoulder—not to push away, but to steady herself.

Another kiss. Lower. Firmer. Right along the dip of her waist.

Meera’s blouse loosened slightly as she tilted her body back, giving Priya more space, more skin.

The air in the room felt thick.

Arjun wasn’t in the dream as himself.
He wasn’t participating.
He was just watching, unseen, from some corner.

But his breath was shallow.
His body ached with the weight of it.

Because it wasn’t a fantasy now.
It felt real. Lived-in. Familiar.

Priya’s hand skimmed down Meera’s side again, tracing the curve of her waist. Meera arched into her, her lips parted.

There were no voices. Just movement. Soft sounds. A rhythm that was slow and deliberate.

And just as Priya’s hand drifted to the edge of Meera’s pleats—

Arjun jolted awake.


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Before Dawn – Alone

His chest was heaving.
His skin was warm.
He was already damp with sweat.

He sat up in bed, eyes wide, heart racing.

He didn’t need to look down to know his body had already reacted. It was inevitable.

But that wasn’t what stayed with him.

It was the kiss.

The sight of Priya’s lips against Meera’s waist.
The calm of it. The permission in it.
The way Meera leaned back like she’d done this before. Wanted it.

And the worst part?

It hadn’t felt like imagination.
It felt remembered.

Like something real he wasn’t supposed to see—but had.

He wiped his hands across his face. Sat in silence.

He didn’t understand why his mind had gone there.
Or why he didn’t want to let go of it.

All he knew was this:

> That scene… had undone something in him.
And it wasn’t going away.




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To be continued…

[RCF]

Perfect slow buildup..Hope when its time Arjun makes the most of it lol

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Nice update

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Nice!

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wow, exciting story

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Episode 27: Stillness in the Spiral

The morning sun had risen clean and bright, warming the edges of the college walls, drawing long shadows across the corridor floors.

But Arjun didn’t feel light.

He walked with his head down, earbuds in with no music playing, ignoring the sounds around him. His thoughts had taken on a rhythm of their own. Slow, tight, looping.

> What if it wasn’t just a dream?
What if he’d seen something real and just didn’t understand it?



Sleep had done nothing to soften it. If anything, the dream had hardened inside him, curling into a question he couldn’t shake:

Who is Meera, really?

And why did it feel like she belonged to something he’d never be part of?


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In Class – Meera Teaching

The moment Meera walked into the classroom, everything inside him paused.

She wore a pale green saree today, loose and light, wrapped effortlessly around her. Her braid swung softly behind her back. She looked focused, calm, composed—exactly as she always did.

But to Arjun, she was a storm disguised as silence.

She turned to write on the board, one hand lifting the edge of her pallu so it wouldn’t smudge the chalk. That small gesture—natural, unconscious—revealed the slightest sliver of her side.

It was nothing. But it stopped him cold.

The lines of her body. The way she moved without effort. The soft crease above her waist where the saree folded. Her voice, low and even, carried over the classroom like it had its own gravity.

His spiral quieted.

Not completely. But enough.

He wasn’t okay.
Not really.
But she made the moment feel still, and for now, that was enough.


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Inside Arjun’s Head

He stared down at his notebook, pretending to follow along.

But his eyes flicked back to her again and again. Not with hunger this time—but with something like reverence. Like he needed her presence to anchor him to the room.

> Whatever this is, he thought,
I don’t want to let it go.
Even if it’s one-sided.
Even if it’s just this.



And for the first time that morning,
he let himself breathe.


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To be continued…

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Episode 28: The One She Never Wore

The morning light crept through the windowpanes of Meera’s flat, warm and soft, filtering across the floor and into her open wardrobe.

She stood there, towel around her shoulders, scanning the shelves. A half-empty hanger. A gap where the neatly folded sarees should’ve been.

She sighed.

Most of her blouses were still drying on the clothesline. Her usual cottons—the earthy tones, the full sleeves, the everyday choices—were either wrinkled or damp.

She dug deeper, into the shelf she rarely touched.

And found it.

The pink saree.
Silky, lightweight. A shade brighter than what she usually wore. Folded next to it: the matching blouse.

Sleeveless.

She held it up, frowning slightly at the cut.

It fit her well—too well, maybe. She’d worn it once to a family function. Too many compliments. Too many lingering glances.

It didn’t feel like something she should wear to college.

She set it down.

Then picked it up again.

There was no time to keep digging.


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Later That Morning – Walking into college

The pink saree shimmered softly in the morning sun, not flashy, but undeniably different. The sleeveless blouse hugged her shoulders, revealing toned arms, graceful collarbones, and just a suggestion more than usual.

Meera walked in quietly, chin high, eyes forward—but she felt the change. A few more looks. A few longer stares. But she didn’t rush. She didn’t shrink.

She owned her presence.

She told herself it didn’t mean anything.

But part of her knew it did.


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In Class – Arjun’s View

Arjun hadn’t looked up at first.

He heard her voice before anything else—Meera’s usual calm greeting as she entered. He was about to write the date on his notebook.

Then he saw her.

And for a moment, he forgot how to move.

The sleeveless blouse, the soft pink glow of her saree, the way the fabric moved with her—it wasn’t like any version of her he’d seen before.

She looked elegant, but there was heat behind it. Not loud. Just… alive.

His eyes drifted to her shoulders. The way the curve of her arm met the edge of the blouse. The smoothness of her skin. The poise in her steps. It wasn’t just her clothing.

It was how she carried it.

Confident.
Quiet.
Unapologetically beautiful.

His pulse kicked.

He looked down at his notebook, then back up again. She hadn’t noticed him staring.

Or if she had—she didn’t show it.

But for Arjun, that moment shifted something inside.

Because now he knew:

> Meera wasn’t just beautiful in the way he’d imagined.
She was beautiful in ways he never even considered.



And now, he couldn’t stop noticing.


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To be continued…

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Episode 29: The Moment She Faced Him

The classroom had gone quiet again.

Outside, the breeze pressed gently through the windows, rustling the corners of loose papers and skirts. Fans buzzed overhead, mixing with the sound of pencils against paper.

Meera, in her pink saree and sleeveless blouse, stood tall at the front of the room. She had just finished writing a problem on the board and now turned to face the class.

“Try this one,” she said, her tone calm, sure. “I’ll walk around.”

Students dropped their heads over notebooks. Chairs creaked. Work began.

But not for Arjun.

He didn’t move. Couldn’t.

His eyes were fixed—not just on Meera, but on the space around her. The light caught her earrings. The pink fabric glowed against her skin. The blouse curved clean around her shoulders, exposing just enough to unsettle something deep inside him.

She stepped down from the platform and walked slowly down the aisle between rows, stopping occasionally, hands behind her back, scanning work.

When she reached his row, she paused—right in front of him.

Not a word.
Not a glance.
Just presence.

Then—she lifted both arms.


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She was still facing him.

Right there, barely two steps away, Meera reached up with quiet ease and began tying her hair into a ponytail. Her arms rose, her posture elongating slightly. Her sleeveless blouse revealed more now—the clean line from her shoulder down to the gentle inward curve of her upper arms. Her collarbones shifted subtly with the motion.

And Arjun stared.

Eyes wide.
Frozen.
Breath caught.

The loose end of her braid swung forward, brushing her shoulder. As she twisted the hair into a ponytail, her bangles slid down her wrist, catching the light. Her expression was neutral—focused on the task. Nothing about it was suggestive.

But to him, it felt like the world narrowed to that single moment.

There was nowhere else to look.

Her neck. Her arms. The lines of her saree. The ease in her movement. The faint movement of her chest as she adjusted the band.

He sat there, absolutely undone, yet completely still—praying she wouldn’t look down and see the storm in his eyes.


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She finished the ponytail with a quick twist and a flick of her fingers.

And then moved on.

No glance. No word.

But Arjun remained stuck in that moment—chest tight, hands numb, heart loud.

Because she hadn’t looked at him once.

And still, she had never felt closer.


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Later That Night – Arjun’s Room

The house had gone quiet.

Lights dimmed. The hum of the ceiling fan above did little to distract him. Arjun lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms by his side, his body still and wired with everything he couldn’t say out loud.

The moment wouldn’t leave him.

Her.
Standing right in front of him.
Hair lifted. Arms raised.
The quiet stretch of her body framed in soft pink fabric.

And what startled him most was how something so small—the bare glimpse beneath her arm, the curve of her shoulder, the soft shadow of skin he hadn’t seen before—could undo him entirely.

It wasn’t exaggerated. It wasn’t intentional.

But for the first time, he had seen something real. Something ordinary, and yet—to him—unbelievably intimate.

> Her armpits.
Her arms in motion.
Her being at ease in her skin.



He had never thought of it before.
And now he couldn’t think of anything else.

She had raised her hair without knowing what she’d revealed.
And that made it all the more impossible to forget.

He turned onto his side, pulled the sheet higher, and closed his eyes.

But sleep wouldn’t come easy.

Not tonight.


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To be continued…

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