30-04-2025, 10:06 AM
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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
To be continued…
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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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
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.
---
To be continued…
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