05-04-2025, 01:45 PM
Episode 2: Quiet Glances
By the end of her first week, Ms. Meera had already become a topic of regular discussion—among both students and staff. Her polite demeanor, confidence in the classroom, and calm approach to even the most restless students were winning people over. But while the other students admired her from a distance, Arjun had begun to notice more than just her teaching style.
He wasn’t sure when it had started—maybe it was the way she said his name, or the way she smiled faintly while correcting someone’s silly mistake. Whatever it was, it had grown stronger each day.
Now, it was Friday, and something about Fridays always had a different energy at St. Mark’s. The mood was lighter, the classes felt shorter, and the dress code for teachers was more relaxed—some wore salwars, others traditional sarees.
When Meera entered the classroom that day, time seemed to slow for Arjun.
She wore a deep maroon silk saree, pleated perfectly and hugged neatly around her waist. The blouse was simple but well-fitted, and her long braid was now adorned with a few jasmine flowers tucked near the end. Thin gold bangles clinked gently with every gesture she made, and her small bindi rested dead-center above her expressive eyes.
Arjun sat frozen. She looked stunning. Ethereal, almost.
As she turned to write an equation on the board, the fluid movement of her saree revealed the gentle curve of her waist, the fabric outlining her silhouette with a grace that felt both elegant and intoxicating. She didn’t seem to notice the effect she had—or if she did, she never let it show.
"Arjun," she said, turning around suddenly, catching him mid-stare.
His heart jumped.
"Yes, ma’am?" He sat up straight, hiding his panic behind a weak smile.
"What’s the square of (x + 3)? You’ve been very... focused today. Let’s see if it’s on the right thing."
The class chuckled. He scrambled to remember. "Uh… x² + 6x + 9."
"Correct," she said, smiling faintly, before continuing with the lesson.
But for Arjun, the moment stayed with him. He wasn’t sure if she had noticed how long he’d been staring, or if she was just teasing in that casually clever way she always did.
The rest of the class went by like a blur. He watched her, listened to her voice, the way she moved, the confidence in her tone. She wasn’t just beautiful—she had something else. Something that drew him in.
At lunch, Rahul and Vikram were already grinning at him.
"Someone’s having a religious experience in math class," Rahul teased.
"Shut up," Arjun muttered, but he couldn’t stop smiling.
As the college day ended, Meera walked through the corridor, chatting with Mrs. Latha and Mr. Rajan, her bangles chiming softly, unaware—or maybe not—that one of her students had just found a new reason to love Fridays.
To be continued…
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By the end of her first week, Ms. Meera had already become a topic of regular discussion—among both students and staff. Her polite demeanor, confidence in the classroom, and calm approach to even the most restless students were winning people over. But while the other students admired her from a distance, Arjun had begun to notice more than just her teaching style.
He wasn’t sure when it had started—maybe it was the way she said his name, or the way she smiled faintly while correcting someone’s silly mistake. Whatever it was, it had grown stronger each day.
Now, it was Friday, and something about Fridays always had a different energy at St. Mark’s. The mood was lighter, the classes felt shorter, and the dress code for teachers was more relaxed—some wore salwars, others traditional sarees.
When Meera entered the classroom that day, time seemed to slow for Arjun.
She wore a deep maroon silk saree, pleated perfectly and hugged neatly around her waist. The blouse was simple but well-fitted, and her long braid was now adorned with a few jasmine flowers tucked near the end. Thin gold bangles clinked gently with every gesture she made, and her small bindi rested dead-center above her expressive eyes.
Arjun sat frozen. She looked stunning. Ethereal, almost.
As she turned to write an equation on the board, the fluid movement of her saree revealed the gentle curve of her waist, the fabric outlining her silhouette with a grace that felt both elegant and intoxicating. She didn’t seem to notice the effect she had—or if she did, she never let it show.
"Arjun," she said, turning around suddenly, catching him mid-stare.
His heart jumped.
"Yes, ma’am?" He sat up straight, hiding his panic behind a weak smile.
"What’s the square of (x + 3)? You’ve been very... focused today. Let’s see if it’s on the right thing."
The class chuckled. He scrambled to remember. "Uh… x² + 6x + 9."
"Correct," she said, smiling faintly, before continuing with the lesson.
But for Arjun, the moment stayed with him. He wasn’t sure if she had noticed how long he’d been staring, or if she was just teasing in that casually clever way she always did.
The rest of the class went by like a blur. He watched her, listened to her voice, the way she moved, the confidence in her tone. She wasn’t just beautiful—she had something else. Something that drew him in.
At lunch, Rahul and Vikram were already grinning at him.
"Someone’s having a religious experience in math class," Rahul teased.
"Shut up," Arjun muttered, but he couldn’t stop smiling.
As the college day ended, Meera walked through the corridor, chatting with Mrs. Latha and Mr. Rajan, her bangles chiming softly, unaware—or maybe not—that one of her students had just found a new reason to love Fridays.
To be continued…
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