07-04-2025, 06:54 PM
Episode 5: Out of Uniform
Sunday evenings usually passed in a blur for Arjun—half studying, half pretending to—but not today. Today had left a mark.
He hadn’t even planned on going to the mall. His cousin needed help picking out a Bluetooth speaker, and Arjun had tagged along with zero interest. Until he saw her.
Meera Ma’am.
Standing outside FabIndia, dressed in a way he never thought he’d see.
She wore a fitted black top tucked into high-waisted jeans, with a long maroon shrug floating behind her. Her hair was open, long and soft, brushing against her back as she moved. There was no bindi. No handbag full of worksheets. No chalk-streaked blouse.
Just... her. Unfiltered. Unaware.
Arjun had frozen when he saw her.
The way those jeans hugged her was something he couldn’t get out of his head. The natural curve of her hips, the way the denim shaped around her thighs and dipped slightly at her lower back—it was like watching something forbidden and beautiful all at once.
She walked slowly toward the bookstore, completely in her own world. And Arjun? He stared like he was under a spell. The movement of her body, the way her hips swayed gently with every step—it was burned into him.
He didn’t follow her inside. He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t face her without giving himself away.
Later That Night
He lay in bed, the ceiling fan turning lazily above him. The room was dark, the only light coming from his phone screen as he scrolled without seeing anything.
But his mind was still in that mall. Still seeing her.
That outfit.
That figure.
That slow walk.
He closed his eyes, and the memory came back sharper, stronger. Only now, it started to shift.
In his mind, she was walking past him again—but slower this time, closer. The way the fabric of her jeans clung to her backside was clearer now, every detail exaggerated by memory and desire. The soft curve of her waist, the subtle bounce in her step. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to.
She bent slightly to pick up a book, and the denim stretched just a bit more, perfectly outlining the shape of her.
Arjun swallowed hard, eyes still shut.
He wasn’t proud of it, but he couldn’t stop it either. His body reacted. His thoughts spiraled.
It wasn’t vulgar in his head. It wasn’t crass. It was obsession—the kind that blurred the line between fantasy and reality.
She was more than just beautiful. She was complete.
The way she carried herself, the softness of her body, her calm voice, her unaware charm—it all wrecked him.
He opened his eyes again, heart pounding. The fan spun above like nothing had changed, but everything had.
He knew he’d see her in class tomorrow.
And he knew he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way again.
Episode 6: Eyes That Say Too Much
Monday morning. First period: Maths.
The usual hum of the college hallway buzzed around Arjun, but he wasn’t really there. Not fully. His body walked to class, found his seat near the middle row, opened his notebook—
But his mind was still caught in yesterday.
He hadn’t slept well. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—Meera Ma’am—the way she had looked in jeans, the quiet sway of her hips, the relaxed way she had stood, unaware that she was leaving that kind of impact.
And now, she was just a few feet away from him again.
Except today, she was back in a pale yellow saree, hair tied up, bindi in place. The chalk dust had returned. The textbook lay open in her hands. But Arjun couldn’t unsee what he had seen. He couldn’t erase the version of her that had lived in his head all night.
She turned to write something on the board. He stared.
The saree outlined her shape differently, more subtle, more refined—but now he could see past the layers. He knew the curves beneath.
Her voice broke through his trance.
“Arjun?”
His head snapped up. “Ma’am?”
“You were looking straight at me, but I don’t think you heard a word I said,” she said, half-smiling, half-curious.
A few classmates snickered. Arjun flushed. “Sorry. I was... thinking about the last step of the solution.”
“Good save,” she replied with a soft smirk. “Try to keep your thoughts in the room, okay?”
He nodded quickly, eyes on his notebook now, pretending to write.
But she had noticed.
Not the why, but the attention.
---
After Class
Meera walked toward the staff room, flipping through her attendance sheet. She paused briefly at the water cooler when Priya, another young teacher, caught up to her.
“You look spaced out,” Priya said, handing her a cup.
“Do I?” Meera sipped. “Just... felt like one of the students was staring through me today. You ever get that?”
Priya grinned. “Welcome to high college. If no one's crushing on you, you're not doing it right.”
Meera rolled her eyes but smiled. “I guess.”
Something about the way Arjun had looked at her today felt different. Not like someone zoning out. Like someone watching.
---
Meanwhile...
In the canteen, Rahul elbowed Arjun. “Dude, what was that in class? You got caught staring like you were hypnotized.”
Arjun gave a weak smile. “I didn’t mean to. Just zoned out.”
“Zoned in, more like. You’ve got it bad, bro.”
Arjun didn’t respond. He was too deep in it now. His mind replayed every second.
The dream.
The mall.
The classroom.
And now, her voice saying his name. Her smirk when she caught him.
He knew he was losing control. But he didn’t care.
To be continued…
Sunday evenings usually passed in a blur for Arjun—half studying, half pretending to—but not today. Today had left a mark.
He hadn’t even planned on going to the mall. His cousin needed help picking out a Bluetooth speaker, and Arjun had tagged along with zero interest. Until he saw her.
Meera Ma’am.
Standing outside FabIndia, dressed in a way he never thought he’d see.
She wore a fitted black top tucked into high-waisted jeans, with a long maroon shrug floating behind her. Her hair was open, long and soft, brushing against her back as she moved. There was no bindi. No handbag full of worksheets. No chalk-streaked blouse.
Just... her. Unfiltered. Unaware.
Arjun had frozen when he saw her.
The way those jeans hugged her was something he couldn’t get out of his head. The natural curve of her hips, the way the denim shaped around her thighs and dipped slightly at her lower back—it was like watching something forbidden and beautiful all at once.
She walked slowly toward the bookstore, completely in her own world. And Arjun? He stared like he was under a spell. The movement of her body, the way her hips swayed gently with every step—it was burned into him.
He didn’t follow her inside. He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t face her without giving himself away.
Later That Night
He lay in bed, the ceiling fan turning lazily above him. The room was dark, the only light coming from his phone screen as he scrolled without seeing anything.
But his mind was still in that mall. Still seeing her.
That outfit.
That figure.
That slow walk.
He closed his eyes, and the memory came back sharper, stronger. Only now, it started to shift.
In his mind, she was walking past him again—but slower this time, closer. The way the fabric of her jeans clung to her backside was clearer now, every detail exaggerated by memory and desire. The soft curve of her waist, the subtle bounce in her step. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to.
She bent slightly to pick up a book, and the denim stretched just a bit more, perfectly outlining the shape of her.
Arjun swallowed hard, eyes still shut.
He wasn’t proud of it, but he couldn’t stop it either. His body reacted. His thoughts spiraled.
It wasn’t vulgar in his head. It wasn’t crass. It was obsession—the kind that blurred the line between fantasy and reality.
She was more than just beautiful. She was complete.
The way she carried herself, the softness of her body, her calm voice, her unaware charm—it all wrecked him.
He opened his eyes again, heart pounding. The fan spun above like nothing had changed, but everything had.
He knew he’d see her in class tomorrow.
And he knew he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way again.
Episode 6: Eyes That Say Too Much
Monday morning. First period: Maths.
The usual hum of the college hallway buzzed around Arjun, but he wasn’t really there. Not fully. His body walked to class, found his seat near the middle row, opened his notebook—
But his mind was still caught in yesterday.
He hadn’t slept well. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her—Meera Ma’am—the way she had looked in jeans, the quiet sway of her hips, the relaxed way she had stood, unaware that she was leaving that kind of impact.
And now, she was just a few feet away from him again.
Except today, she was back in a pale yellow saree, hair tied up, bindi in place. The chalk dust had returned. The textbook lay open in her hands. But Arjun couldn’t unsee what he had seen. He couldn’t erase the version of her that had lived in his head all night.
She turned to write something on the board. He stared.
The saree outlined her shape differently, more subtle, more refined—but now he could see past the layers. He knew the curves beneath.
Her voice broke through his trance.
“Arjun?”
His head snapped up. “Ma’am?”
“You were looking straight at me, but I don’t think you heard a word I said,” she said, half-smiling, half-curious.
A few classmates snickered. Arjun flushed. “Sorry. I was... thinking about the last step of the solution.”
“Good save,” she replied with a soft smirk. “Try to keep your thoughts in the room, okay?”
He nodded quickly, eyes on his notebook now, pretending to write.
But she had noticed.
Not the why, but the attention.
---
After Class
Meera walked toward the staff room, flipping through her attendance sheet. She paused briefly at the water cooler when Priya, another young teacher, caught up to her.
“You look spaced out,” Priya said, handing her a cup.
“Do I?” Meera sipped. “Just... felt like one of the students was staring through me today. You ever get that?”
Priya grinned. “Welcome to high college. If no one's crushing on you, you're not doing it right.”
Meera rolled her eyes but smiled. “I guess.”
Something about the way Arjun had looked at her today felt different. Not like someone zoning out. Like someone watching.
---
Meanwhile...
In the canteen, Rahul elbowed Arjun. “Dude, what was that in class? You got caught staring like you were hypnotized.”
Arjun gave a weak smile. “I didn’t mean to. Just zoned out.”
“Zoned in, more like. You’ve got it bad, bro.”
Arjun didn’t respond. He was too deep in it now. His mind replayed every second.
The dream.
The mall.
The classroom.
And now, her voice saying his name. Her smirk when she caught him.
He knew he was losing control. But he didn’t care.
To be continued…
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