30-04-2025, 09:53 AM
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.
---
To be continued…
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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
To be continued…
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