Meera - The new Teacher

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Episode 30: Nothing Looks the Same Now

The morning light slipped through the curtains, soft and golden.

Arjun woke up slowly, blinking at the ceiling, body still heavy with the weight of his dreams.

But he didn't need to search for his first thought.
It was already there.

Meera, standing in front of him in the classroom yesterday—her arms raised, her hair coiling into a ponytail, the smooth exposed skin of her arms and shoulders, the faint, tender hollow under her lifted arm.

That image lived behind his eyes now.

Soft. Real.
Seared into him like a secret he wasn’t supposed to keep.

He closed his eyes again for a moment, half-hoping to slip back into it.

But the clock ticked on.
The day was waiting.


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In college – That Same Ache

He reached college earlier than usual, moving through the corridor with his bag slung low, head down. But his senses stayed high, sharp, tuned for any glimpse of her.

When Meera walked into the classroom, she wasn’t dressed like yesterday.
Today, it was a simple cream-colored saree, blouse sleeved to her elbows, neat and professional.

Nothing revealing.
Nothing unusual.

And yet—Arjun’s eyes couldn’t see her the same way anymore.

Every movement felt magnified.
Every flick of her wrist.
Every step that pressed the soft pleats of her saree against her waist.

He had seen too much now to go back to innocence.

She was still herself—calm, composed—but to him, she glowed in a way she hadn’t before.


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In the Classroom – A New Sensation

Midway through the lesson, as Meera walked slowly between the rows of students, checking notebooks and answering questions, she paused near Arjun’s desk.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then lifted both arms casually to gather her hair into a higher ponytail—right there, beside him.

Arjun looked up instinctively—and the world narrowed again.

The soft scent of her hit him.

Not perfume.
Not anything heavy.
Just her.
Clean, warm, the faintest hint of soap and fabric and something he couldn't name.

It wrapped around him quietly, like a thread he couldn’t untangle.

He sat still, holding his breath, as if even breathing too loudly would shatter the moment.

The swish of her bangles.
The faint stretch of fabric across her back.
The slide of her fingers through her hair.

She tied it into a loose knot, adjusted it quickly, then moved on without noticing him.

But for Arjun—time had slowed again.

He lowered his gaze to his notebook, pretending to read.
But the pages blurred in front of him.

All he could see, all he could feel, was her presence, wrapped around his senses in ways he didn’t know how to escape anymore.


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To be continued…

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Episode 31: Missed Moments and Mischief

The staff room buzzed with the slow, lazy energy of a late afternoon. Papers rustled. Mugs clinked faintly. The ceiling fans spun heavy circles above.

Meera sat by the window, grading a small stack of notebooks, her mind half-drifting between tasks.

She wore a simple light-blue saree today—modest, comfortable—her hair pulled back in a low knot. Everything about her said professional, focused.

At least, until Priya dropped into the chair beside her with a mischievous grin.

“Missed anything yesterday?” Priya asked, stretching dramatically.

Meera looked up. “The usual chaos. Section B forgot half the formulas again.”

Priya waved a hand. “No, no. I meant... other things.”

Meera frowned slightly, confused. “Like what?”

Priya leaned closer, lowering her voice just enough to make it conspiratorial.
“You know,” she said, lips twitching. “A certain pink saree?
A certain sleeveless blouse?”

Meera’s cheeks warmed immediately. “Oh god. How—?”

“Rumors travel faster than morning attendance,” Priya said, laughing softly. “I came in today and caught a few of the boys whispering about how ‘hot’ you looked yesterday.”

Meera covered her face with her hand, half-laughing, half-mortified. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m quoting.” Priya winked. “Word for word.”

Meera shook her head, pretending to focus back on the notebooks, but the smile tugging at her mouth betrayed her.

Priya wasn’t done.

“You know,” she said casually, picking up Meera’s water bottle and taking a sip without asking, “I feel extremely cheated.”

Meera raised an eyebrow.

“I miss one day,” Priya said, mock-sulking, “and you decide to turn the entire college into your fan club?”

Meera laughed. “It wasn’t like that.”

Priya leaned back, smirking. “Then fix it.”

“Fix it?”

Priya grinned. “Wear it again.”

Meera stared at her, caught somewhere between amusement and horror.

“I’m serious,” Priya said lightly. “You clearly made half the campus forget basic math.
I deserve to see what all the fuss was about.”

Meera rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the faint flush rising up her neck.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Priya only gave her an exaggerated innocent look, humming as she stood to leave.

“Think about it,” she called over her shoulder, her voice floating back through the air.
“Preferably on a day when I’m actually here to enjoy the view.”


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Of course!
Here’s an additional continuation of Episode 31, extending the playful conversation between Priya and Meera—making it feel even more natural, teasing, and hinting at the growing closeness between them.


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Meera pretended to go back to grading, but her fingers stalled on the edge of the notebook. Priya’s teasing words circled in her mind, louder than they should have.

Across the room, Priya leaned against the edge of a desk, arms crossed, watching her.

“So?” Priya asked after a beat.
“Are you considering it?”

Meera shot her a look. “You realize I wore that saree out of necessity, not choice.”

“All the more reason it worked,” Priya said, smiling lazily. “You weren’t trying. And that’s when you’re the most dangerous.”

Meera let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” Priya said, strolling back toward her desk. She picked up a red pen from Meera’s stack and twirled it between her fingers.
“But you know what I think?”

Meera tilted her head.

“I think,” Priya said, lowering her voice again, “you liked it. Even if just a little.”

Meera blinked, caught off guard by the sudden honesty wrapped inside the teasing.

“Liked what?”

“The way they looked at you.” Priya’s gaze was steady now, less playful. “The way you made them forget where they were.”

Meera didn’t answer.

Not because she disagreed.
But because somewhere inside, a small, hidden part of her did like it.

Not because of power.
Not because of vanity.

But because, for once, she had felt seen in a way that had nothing to do with being just a teacher.

Just... herself.

Priya smiled knowingly, sensing the unspoken answer. She tapped the desk lightly with the red pen.

“Don’t worry,” she said, stepping away again.
“I won’t tell anyone.”

Then, with a wink over her shoulder:

“But seriously. Wear it again. This time—for you.
And maybe a little for me.”

Meera laughed under her breath, finally letting the tension ease as she scribbled a mark on the notebook in front of her.

But the thought lingered—

> A pink saree folded neatly in the corner of her closet, waiting.




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To be continued…

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Episode 32: Dream That Left Its Mark

The night was heavy with warmth.
Arjun tossed in bed, caught between sleep and something else—something deeper.

When the dream came, it didn't ask permission.
It simply took over.


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The Dream

The light in the room was soft—almost golden—turning everything into a slow, warm haze.

Meera stood still, wrapped in the soft folds of her pink saree, her sleeveless blouse revealing the clean lines of her arms and shoulders. Her hair tumbled loosely down her back.

Priya was standing right in front of her now, closer than breath, her hands lightly resting on Meera’s hips.

Their eyes met—quiet, sure, without words.

Priya moved first.
She leaned forward, pressing a soft, reverent kiss onto Meera’s bare shoulder.

Meera inhaled sharply—not in surprise, but in something deeper—something that made her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

Priya’s hands slid upward along Meera’s arms, trailing over her skin with featherlight touches, until she reached Meera’s wrists.

Slowly, she lifted Meera’s arms, guiding them to rest around Priya’s own shoulders, bringing their bodies closer.

Then, with aching patience, Priya tilted her head and pressed her lips gently to the inside of Meera’s upper arm, just at the curve where arm met body—the soft, untouched skin hidden from the world.

Meera shivered.

A full-body tremor, small and uncontrollable, ran through her—born not of fear, but of the overwhelming intimacy of the touch.

Her breathing deepened, and a soft, helpless sound escaped her lips, low and almost involuntary.

Priya smiled against her skin—then moved lower.

Her mouth trailed slow, deliberate kisses down Meera’s side, following the curve of her ribs, tracing the edge where saree met bare skin.

And finally—softly, almost reverently—Priya kissed her waist, right at the dip where fabric began.

Meera’s fingers tightened slightly on Priya’s shoulders.

The air between them thickened. Heavy. Electric.

Arjun could only watch—aching.
Frozen.
Desperate to step forward, but utterly helpless to move.

The beauty of the moment wasn’t in hunger—it was in surrender.
In the way Meera gave herself to the touch.
In the way Priya touched her like it was the most natural thing in the world.


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The Wake-Up

Arjun woke up gasping.

Breathless.
Sheets tangled around his legs.
Chest pounding.

And evidence of his release dampening his clothes.

He pressed his palms into his eyes, trying to steady himself, but the images—the feeling—lingered, vivid and raw.

It hadn't been just a dream.
It had felt real.
Too real.

The sound of Meera’s soft gasp.
The way Priya’s lips had traced along her body.
The way Meera didn’t resist—but melted into it.

He lay there for a long moment, heart slowing, but his mind refusing to forget.

> It’s not just in my head anymore, he thought.
This… whatever it is between them... it’s alive.



And now, he would have to carry it into the day.


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At college – In the Classroom

When Arjun entered the classroom, Meera was already there.

She wore a simple green saree today, with sleeves down to her elbows, hair neatly tied back.
Everything about her said professional, composed.

But to Arjun—she glowed differently now.

His eyes followed every subtle move she made. The way her fingers curled around the chalk. The way the pleats of her saree swayed as she walked across the room.

He knew it was wrong.
Knew he couldn’t stare.
But he couldn’t stop.

The dream had woven itself into her real presence.
Now every glance, every movement, every breath she took near him was haunted by what he had seen—what he had imagined.

She paused mid-lecture, turning to adjust the chalkboard.

Her hair shifted slightly over her shoulder.
And for a second, the scent of her drifted toward him again—clean, warm, unmistakably her.

Arjun swallowed hard, his throat dry.
He dropped his gaze to his notebook, pretending to write, but his hand shook slightly.

He had crossed a line now—at least in his mind.
And there was no going back.


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To be continued…

[RCF]

Not sure if Arjun is imagining himself in place of Priya in his dream or his dream is truly about Priya and Meera. If it is the latter, its totally weird.

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Update soon

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Not sure if Arjun is imagining himself in place of Priya in his dream or his dream is truly about Priya and Meera. If it is the latter, its totally weird.

If there is a lesbian relationship developed between Meera & Priya, then things will spice up further. It will be highly erotic if Meera turns out to be bisexual.

Anyway let's give the creative freedom to the Author. I am highly impressed with his narrative perspective.

[RCF]

If there is a lesbian relationship developed between Meera & Priya, then things will spice up further. It will be highly erotic if Meera turns out to be bisexual.

Anyway let's give the creative freedom to the Author. I am highly impressed with his narrative perspective.

Having lesbian relationship is not a problem, some one else dreaming about it is weird lol

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Please update bro

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Episode 33: Breathing the Same Air

The classroom buzzed faintly with the sound of pencils scratching paper, students murmuring over notes.

Arjun sat still, barely moving.

In front of him, Meera moved between the rows, a bundle of books balanced lightly in her arms.
Her saree whispered around her ankles, the pleats swaying gently with each step.

She wasn't doing anything unusual.
No glances.
No teasing.
Just teaching.

But to Arjun, she burned brighter than anything else in the room.

He couldn’t unsee her now.
Couldn’t unfeel her.

The dream clung to him like a second skin — the sight of Priya’s hands at Meera’s waist, Meera’s soft surrender, the curve of her body in the half-light.

It lived behind his eyes even now, distorting reality until it was impossible to tell where the dream ended and the present began.


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The Smallest Shift

At one point, Meera leaned slightly over a student’s desk to explain a formula.

Her saree tugged tighter across her back, and the soft hollow of her waist became visible for just a second under the careful dbanging.

Arjun’s throat closed up.

He dropped his gaze immediately to his notebook, heart hammering painfully against his ribs.

But it was too late.
The image was already burned into him.

Every part of him ached with a longing he didn’t know how to contain anymore.


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Inside Arjun’s Mind

> How can she not know?
How can she just move so easily through the world, unaware of what she’s doing to me?



He gripped his pen harder, feeling the plastic bite into his fingers.

He wasn’t angry at her.
He was angry at himself.

At his own helplessness.
At the way one sleepless night and one dream had turned everything inside him into wildfire.

He tried to listen to her voice.
Tried to focus on the math problem on the board.

But all he could hear was the soft, breathless sound of her in the dream.
All he could feel was the phantom touch of Priya's fingers gliding over Meera's skin.

He was trapped inside it now — caught between memory and reality, between hope and hopelessness.

And Meera — beautiful, composed Meera — had no idea.

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After the Class – Arjun’s Private Collapse

The bell rang, shrill and distant, signaling the end of the period.

Students stood up noisily, chairs scbanging back, papers shuffling.
The room blurred around Arjun.

He stayed seated, pretending to gather his books slowly, waiting for the crowd to thin out.

Waiting for her to leave first.

When Meera finally walked out, her saree brushing lightly past his desk, Arjun caught a faint breath of her—
that clean, soft scent he couldn’t name.
It broke him.

He packed his bag in a daze, not speaking to anyone, not meeting anyone’s eyes.
Head down, heart hammering.

He needed to escape.
Now.


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In the Empty Boys' Restroom

Arjun slipped into the nearest restroom, locking himself into a stall, breathing hard.

The small space spun around him.

He leaned against the cool wall, pressing his forehead against it, eyes shut tightly — but it didn’t help.

All he could see was her.

Meera's waist, the sway of her walk, the soft movement of her pleats.

The dream.
The scent.
The sound of her laughing, unaware of the fire she was leaving behind.

His body trembled from the tension he couldn’t fight anymore.

And before he even fully realized what he was doing—the release came.
Fast.
Powerful.
Unstoppable.

His breath hitched against the wall, body tensing, heart hammering painfully against his ribs.

When it was over, he sagged against the wall, wiped-out, stunned by how little it had taken.


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Inside Arjun’s Head

He hated the weakness.
Hated how easily she had undone him without even trying.

> She doesn't know.
She can't know.
She must never know.



But deep down, even through the shame and the helplessness, he knew:

He didn’t want to forget.

He didn’t want to erase the burn she left behind.

He wanted more.

Even if it destroyed him.


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To be continued…

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Episode 34: The Quietest Storm

The hallway felt longer than usual.

Arjun walked slowly to his next class, his body present, but his mind still tangled in the dream that had shaken him awake hours ago.

Even now, with daylight all around, the memory wouldn’t fade.
The softness of her skin.
The way her body surrendered in his dream.

And worst of all—how real it had felt.

He wasn’t sure what frightened him more: the dream itself, or how badly he wanted to fall back into it.


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In Class – Meera’s Presence

When he entered the classroom, Meera was already there—setting her books down, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She wore a soft blue saree that clung neatly around her waist, paired with a simple, half-sleeved blouse. Nothing unusual.

But to Arjun, she was completely different.

His eyes followed every movement she made.
The way she adjusted the border of her saree near her hip.
The way her bangles clinked faintly when she picked up the chalk.

She wasn’t trying to be anything.
That was what made it impossible to bear.

Every small shift—every natural, unthinking motion—felt unbearable to watch.
And impossible to look away from.


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A Glance That Didn’t Happen

At one point, she turned around, asking the class a question as she stepped slightly to the side of the board.

Arjun looked up instinctively, his eyes meeting her figure—not her eyes.

He dropped his gaze instantly.

But not before catching a perfect view of the soft crease of her waist beneath the pleats.
The place where blouse met saree.
Where skin might lie, just out of reach, under that one perfect fold.

His hand clenched slightly around his pen.

He blinked, but the vision didn’t leave.

She never noticed.

Never paused.

Never realized what it did to him just to be near her.


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Inside Arjun’s Mind

> She has no idea what she’s doing to me.
She’s just... being herself. And it’s too much.



He tried to breathe normally, lowering his eyes to his notebook.
The words blurred. His chest ached.

This wasn’t infatuation anymore.
It was worship.

She was no longer just his teacher.
She had become something larger, something impossible to unsee.

And he knew—deep down—that he was in far deeper than he could admit.


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To be continued…

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To be continued…

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Episode 35: The Wait That Got Worse

The first half of the college day crawled.

Arjun sat in his usual seat, eyes fixed on the door, body upright—but not for the class happening in front of him.

He was waiting.

Waiting for Meera.

But she never came.

When the bell rang for the second period and another teacher walked in instead, a quiet disappointment settled into his chest like a weight.

"She’s taken a half-day," someone whispered nearby.
"Family function or something."

Arjun didn’t react.
Not outwardly.

But inside, something sank—lower than he expected.

He tried to focus.
Tried to push through the day.

But every time he glanced at the empty chair near the front, or the clean, unwritten chalkboard, it reminded him of her absence.


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Later – Wandering, Hoping

After lunch, Arjun found himself lingering in the corridor near the staff room.

He didn’t need to be there.
He told himself he was just taking a walk. Getting air.

But the truth was simpler:

> He wanted to see her.



Even if just for a second.
Even if she passed by without looking at him.

He stood by the railing, pretending to flip through his notebook, eyes flicking up every time a teacher walked past.

And then—
she came.


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The Arrival – Meera in Silk

Meera stepped into the corridor like sunlight.

She wore a rich, traditional silk saree—deep maroon with a gold border, the fabric catching the light with every movement.
Her hair was open, falling in soft waves past her shoulders.
A subtle hint of makeup touched her lips, her eyes lined gently with kohl.
Gold bangles clinked softly at her wrist.

She looked nothing like the teacher he was used to seeing.

She looked… untouchable.

Arjun forgot to breathe.

He’d seen her in cottons.
Soft colors. Practical fabrics.

But this—
This was something else.

This was beauty made impossible.

His eyes dropped—without meaning to—to the part of her he always noticed first:

Her waist.

And today… it was different.

The silk hugged her tighter.
The pleats sat snug at her curve.
The dbang of the pallu lifted slightly as she walked, revealing just a hint more than usual—the subtle dip between blouse and pleats.

It wasn’t revealing.
It wasn’t deliberate.

But to Arjun, it might as well have been fire.

He stood there, frozen, completely drowned in the vision of her.

Every line, every shimmer of the fabric, every flick of her bangles—

She was everything he’d ever imagined and more.


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Inside Arjun’s Head

> How can someone look like this... and not even realize what they’re doing to people?



She didn’t look at him.

Didn’t stop.

Just walked past with that same grace, her scent trailing in the breeze like something old and sacred.

And Arjun stood there, heart pounding in his ears, hands cold despite the heat, knowing full well:

> He was gone.
Completely, completely gone.




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To be continued…

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Nice update

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she might have noticed arjun's stares long back, girls have sixth sense, i believe she had sensed him and she dresses up for him only... post more and long updates

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Episode 36: After She Passed

Even after she disappeared around the corner, Meera’s presence lingered in the corridor like the last notes of a song.

Arjun didn’t move.

His hands rested loosely on the notebook he hadn’t read in ten minutes. His feet were heavy, heart still thudding in his chest.

No one else seemed affected.
But he felt undone.

Like he’d seen something he wasn’t supposed to—something sacred.

She hadn’t looked at him.
Hadn’t even noticed him standing there.

And yet, it felt like she’d taken something from him as she walked past—some sliver of calm, some part of him he didn’t know was exposed until it was gone.


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In Class – But Not Really

Back in the classroom, Arjun sat stiffly at his desk.

The teacher droned at the board. Pens scratched across pages. A fan buzzed overhead.

But all he could think about was the way Meera’s saree had moved.

The way the fabric clung gently at her waist, the way her hair fell loose, the faint shimmer of the gold threads woven into the maroon silk.

His fingers curled into his palm, tight.

He wasn’t thinking in words anymore.
He was caught in images.
Feelings.
Heat.

> How can she just walk around like that?
Does she even know what she looks like?



And then the worse thought:

> Does someone else get to see her like that more often?



He hated the thought as soon as it came.
But it didn’t leave.


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Later – A Glance From Afar

After classes ended, Arjun didn’t go straight home.

He lingered again—near the open window that faced the teacher’s parking lot.

He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.

But when Meera appeared, walking slowly to the gate, silk saree still glowing in the last light of the afternoon, he knew.

He just wanted to see her again.

Even from a distance.

Even without being seen.

It was like watching something from another world.

Untouchable. Beautiful. Cruel without meaning to be.


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Inside Arjun’s Head

He didn’t sleep much that night.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her waist, the curve of it framed by silk.
The way the pallu shifted as she moved.
The soft line of her shoulder under loose hair.

He didn’t know what was happening to him anymore.

It wasn’t just a crush.
It wasn’t just a dream.

It was becoming something heavier, something he carried through every hour.

Something she didn’t even know she gave him.

And maybe…
that was what made it all so impossible to escape.

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Earlier That Afternoon – In the Staff Room

The ceiling fan creaked above them as the late-afternoon sun streaked across the floor in long amber bands.

Meera sat down at her usual desk, unpinning her hair with a small sigh, letting it fall more freely down her back. She was clearly tired—but glowing in a way that came from outside the classroom.

Priya, already at her desk, looked up and stilled for a second.

“Wow,” she said with a smile, half teasing, half genuine.
“You walk in here like a festival just entered the building.”

Meera glanced at her. “Oh stop.”

“I’m serious,” Priya grinned. “That silk saree, the kajal, the bangles—it’s too much for a Monday. You look... dangerous.”

Meera rolled her eyes, cheeks warming. “I had to attend a pooja at my cousin’s house this morning. My aunt basically forced this onto me,” she said, glancing down at the maroon and gold silk.
“And she wouldn’t let me leave without the full look—hair, bangles, everything.”

Priya leaned forward, mock serious.
“Well, thank your aunt from me. You’re setting standards we can’t keep up with.”

Then, with a playful smirk, she added,
“You really think boys are going to sleep peacefully after seeing you walk through the college like this?”

Meera laughed, soft and embarrassed. “What nonsense.”

Priya leaned in a little more.

“With that saree wrapped like that? Your waist is doing half the talking.”

And then—teasing, deliberate—she ran her hand lightly across Meera’s bare waist, tracing the curve just above the pleats.

Her fingers lingered, appreciating.

“This silk doesn’t just suit you,” she said quietly, almost like a secret.
“It worships you.”

Meera blushed.

The words, the touch, the tone—it caught her off guard.
Her smile faltered for a beat, and she glanced down shyly, brushing her hair over one shoulder.

But she didn’t move away.
Didn’t say a word.

She just sat there, heat blooming under her skin, while Priya leaned back with a small, knowing smile.

The air between them held something unspoken—but neither of them tried to name it.

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Later That Night – In Meera’s Room

The day had been long.
The pooja. The heat. The stares. The teasing. The silence.

Meera stood in front of her mirror, unwinding the pleats of her silk saree, letting the fabric slide slowly from her shoulder and pool at her feet.

She paused before reaching for her blouse hook.

Her eyes scanned her reflection—not in a rush, not with criticism.

She took in the curve of her waist, the faint mark the saree had left on her skin, the softness of her arms, the way her hair fell loosely around her collarbone.

Priya’s words echoed quietly in the back of her mind.

> "This silk doesn’t just suit you—it worships you."



Meera smiled, faint and private.

Not because she believed it fully.
But because—for once—she didn’t completely dismiss it either.

She touched her waist lightly where Priya’s fingers had been hours earlier, still surprised by how natural the moment had felt.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself feel something close to pride.

Not in vanity.
But in presence.
In the quiet power of being seen—and of letting herself see it too.

She let out a slow breath and reached for her nightwear.

Tomorrow would be ordinary again.
But tonight, she didn’t mind being beautiful.

Even if only for herself.


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To be continued…

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Episode 37: Aware, But Still Herself

The morning air was softer than usual.

Meera stood at the mirror, brushing her hair with slow, unhurried strokes. She had chosen a light lavender saree for the day — soft cotton, simple blouse, nothing loud.

But as she pinned the pallu at her shoulder, something held in her fingertips for a moment longer than usual.

She remembered Priya’s hand brushing her waist.
The softness of that voice: “This silk doesn’t just suit you — it worships you.”

A flush rose again, though faint, and she shook her head at herself with a quiet smile.

> It was just Priya. She always says too much.



Still, Meera checked her pleats twice.
Still, she walked into college with a slightly taller spine.

Not because she was performing —
But because something about being seen had reminded her what it felt like to be more than just careful and composed.


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In Class – Arjun’s Quiet Observations

Arjun sat where he always did.

But his mind wasn’t on his book.

From the moment Meera entered the classroom, his attention had shifted—entirely and helplessly—to her.

She moved between desks, explaining a concept to a student. Her lavender saree swayed gently, and her pallu shifted slightly as she leaned forward.

Arjun’s eyes were fixed on that one spot—her waist.
The way the fabric dipped and settled.
The soft, smooth curve where her blouse met skin.
The line just above the pleats that drew his gaze again and again, no matter how hard he tried to look away.

As she walked past him, the soft scent of her—subtle, floral, completely her—washed over him.

He closed his eyes briefly.

> It’s just her. But why does it feel like everything?



Every day was becoming harder to get through.
Every second she was near, more impossible.


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The Announcement

By afternoon, a new buzz filled the college.

A printed circular passed from hand to hand, from class to staff room and back. Students started whispering, teachers began exchanging half-smiles.

A college outing was officially scheduled.

> “Saturday, two weeks from now.”
“Location: Ranga Falls.”
“Day trip. Packed lunch. Buses arranged.”



Excitement bloomed everywhere.

And inside Arjun, something else bloomed too.

His heart raced.
His mind spun ahead — wildly, uncontrollably.

> Will she come?
What will she wear?
Will she laugh differently in the open air?
Will there be moments where she’ll sit close? Speak softly? Be less formal?



He wasn’t thinking like a student anymore.
He was thinking like someone who had been waiting for something he didn’t know how to ask for.

Just the idea of seeing Meera outside the classroom — away from whiteboards and schedules, in the open, near water, near sunlight —
it made his pulse jump.

He imagined her hair down.
The fabric of her saree—maybe lighter. Maybe wet. Maybe clinging.

The possibilities came too fast.
Too vivid.
Too much.


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Inside Arjun’s Head

He folded the circular and tucked it into his notebook, but it felt like he was carrying a secret.

> She doesn’t even know.
And I can’t stop imagining.



And now, there were two weeks ahead of him.

Two weeks of anticipation.
Two weeks of wondering.

And he already wasn’t sure how he’d survive them.


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Here’s the updated Episode 37, now with a new closing section that includes a playful, suggestive conversation between Priya and Meera about the upcoming college trip.

This stays true to their dynamic—light teasing, casual intimacy, and Meera still not quite aware of the effect she has, while Priya keeps things fun but layered.

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Later – In the Staff Room

The buzz hadn’t stopped all day. Every classroom had hummed with talk of buses, snacks, waterfalls, and what to wear.

Priya leaned against the corner table in the staff room, sipping from a paper cup.

Meera walked in, files in hand, and before she could sit—

“You’re coming to the waterfall trip, right?” Priya asked, voice already playful.

Meera paused, setting her things down. “I’m not sure yet. I might have something that weekend.”

Priya gave her a long look. “You ‘might’? Please. That sounds suspiciously like hesitation.”

Meera smiled faintly. “I’ll let them know in a few days. I just need to check with family.”

Priya raised an eyebrow. “Well, let me know soon. I need moral support if I end up stuck next to the P.E. teacher on the bus again.”

Then, casually, she added, “Also... you do realize you’re going to look insanely hot near a waterfall, right?”

Meera laughed in surprise, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “What are you even saying?”

“I’m just stating facts,” Priya replied, eyes dancing.
“I’ve seen you in silk. I’ve seen you in classroom cottons. But a light saree, loose hair, wind, water? Please. Half the college might forget to breathe.”

Meera shook her head, but her smile didn’t fade. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m accurate,” Priya said, walking past her and lightly tapping her waist with the back of her hand.
“Don’t blame me if nature enhances the effect.”

Meera rolled her eyes, cheeks pink. “You need to stop.”

“Never,” Priya grinned.

And just like that, the topic drifted on.
But Meera was still thinking about it minutes later—
what she might wear,
whether she would go,
and what it might feel like...
to be seen a little differently.


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To be continued…

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Episode 38: The Echo That Stayed

The corridor outside the staff room was quiet for once.

Arjun wasn’t meant to be there.
He’d taken the long way back from the library—again.

Not for any real reason.

Except… maybe hoping. Hoping for a glimpse. Hoping to hear her voice.

As he passed the open door, voices floated out—familiar, clear, casual.

He didn’t mean to stop.
But he did.


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The Glimpse He Didn’t Expect

It was Priya’s voice, unmistakably playful.

> “...you do realize you’re going to look insanely hot near a waterfall, right?”



Then Meera’s soft, laughing protest.
Then the words that came next:

> “A light saree, loose hair, wind, water…”



Arjun stopped breathing.

He didn’t hear the rest.

He didn’t need to.

His mind filled in everything.

The image took over:
Meera, near falling water, her saree clinging to her form, her hair wet and loose, her smile softer, more real.

He stood frozen by the wall, unable to walk, unable to move.

And then—Meera’s voice again.
Still laughing. Still light.

But he heard something else in it this time.
He couldn’t name it. But it clung to him.


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Arjun’s Spiral

By the time he walked away, the world felt louder around him.

His chest ached in that low, tight way again—like he was holding in something too big to name.

He didn’t know what Priya had touched.
He didn’t know what Meera had said after.

But just hearing those words... just knowing they were talking about the trip, about how she might look...

It was enough.

Too much.


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Inside Arjun’s Head

He tried to shake it.
Tried to go back to class, to sit still, to pretend.

But the idea had taken root.

And now it was growing—
fast and wild.

> She’s going to be there.
She’s going to wear something light. Maybe something that shows more. Maybe her hair will be loose.
Maybe she’ll laugh differently. Look freer. Look at someone else the way she never looks in class.



He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to pull himself out of it.

But he was already lost in a world that didn’t exist yet.

A world he wanted so badly, he couldn’t admit it even to himself.

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That Night – The Dream

Sleep didn’t come easily.

Arjun lay still in the dark, the room silent except for the slow creak of the fan overhead.

But his mind—
his mind wouldn’t quiet.

He kept hearing it.
Priya’s voice, half-laughing:

> “Loose hair, wind, water…”



And Meera—her soft laugh in response, like something unguarded, almost private.

By the time his body drifted into sleep, his thoughts had already built the dream for him.


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The Waterfall.
The sound of it roared in the background, endless and clear.

Meera stood near the edge, just close enough that her saree swayed gently from the breeze rising off the falls.

She wasn’t facing him.
But he could see her hair—long, open, wet at the ends.
He could see the soft cling of her saree where the fabric pressed to her waist, catching the light in all the places his eyes always lingered.

She turned slowly, smiling, unaware of him at first.

Then she noticed.

And in the dream, she didn’t look away.

Her eyes held his.

And her smile—softer now—didn’t vanish.

She stepped closer.

Her fingers lifted to her hair, brushing it back, revealing the smooth line of her shoulder. The blouse she wore in the dream was lighter than anything he’d ever seen her in—simple, but shaped to her body in a way that made his chest feel tight.

He wanted to speak.
He wanted to move.

But he couldn’t.

He just stood there, watching, caught in the impossible beauty of her.

And for once, she wasn’t his teacher.

She wasn’t anyone’s.

She was just… herself.
Soft. Real. Present. And near.


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The Wake-Up

He woke with a sharp breath, chest rising quickly, hands clutching the blanket.

He was flushed.
His shirt clung slightly to his back.
His heart pounded like he’d run a mile.

He stared at the ceiling, letting the dream dissolve slowly, one shimmering image at a time.

But the feeling—
the feeling stayed.

> What if it’s like that?
What if I get to see her that way, just for a second?



He didn’t know if it was hope or delusion.
But he clung to it anyway.

Two weeks.

He could wait.


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To be continued…

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