03-07-2025, 11:37 AM
The harsh morning light of Monday seemed to amplify Geeta's hurried pace towards the college gate.
There,stood, her young lover - Bharath, a pink rose held in his hand.
The moment she came into view, his face, as always, became a beacon of pure joy.
He stepped forward, bridging the distance between them. "Good morning," he offered, his voice laced with youthful eagerness. "Miss, this is for you." He extended the rose.
"Thanks, Bharath," Geeta replied, a soft smile gracing her lips.
Without a second thought, Geeth reached out, her hand gently ruffling his hair. "Go to class," she urged, a playful command in her tone.
As Bharath turned to head back inside, Geeta deftly tucked the rose into her braid. He glanced back, catching the sight, and a wide, happy smile bloomed on his face. Geeta returned it with a playful grin of her own.
Near the principal's room, Ramya stood, nervously twisting the end of her saree.
Geeta's eyebrows rose in a silent question as she approached. Ramya waved her over.
"I was waiting for you," Ramya explained.
"Oh, really? Why?" Geeta asked, intrigued.
"It's already January, and we haven't finished the syllabus, so there's a meeting," Ramya disclosed, her voice hushed.
The meeting involved the three teachers who were behind on their syllabus. To add to the day's complications, the Telugu sir was absent, and the principal requested Geeta to cover two periods, including his.
Thus, when the fourth period arrived, Geeta found herself entering the classroom.
"Good morning, Teacher." A chorus of voices greeted her.
"Good morning, sit," Geeta responded, settling into the rhythm of the class.
Navyashri, perched on the front bench in the corner, stood up. "Miss, you said there would be a test today."
Bharath, meanwhile, was utterly absorbed in Geeta. An unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes—was it love, infatuation, or something else entirely? He simply watched her, captivated.
Beside him, Harish opened his book, muttering under his breath, "Tch, these girls have nothing better to do. Is it necessary to remind to miss before she even says anything?"
Geeta addressed Navyashri. "There's no test today. We're completing Unit 6 today."
As she taught, Geeta couldn't help but notice Bharath's unwavering gaze. "Bharath, are you listening?" she prompted.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he shifted his eyes, pretending to write in his book with his pen.
"I'm writing some corrections, Miss," he replied.
Geeta turned back to the board, a small, amused chuckle escaping her pursed lips.
Continued the class.
Lunchtime arrived, and after eating, Geeta sat holding her phone for a while. It was then that a dull ache began to throb in her feet.
The pain intensified after her second period post-lunch, as she emerged from the sixth-grade classroom.
By the evening, after college closed, the discomfort was undeniable. She hailed an auto, grateful to forgo the walk home.
Once home, she washed her face and feet. With nothing else pressing, she surrendered to the comfort of the sofa, resting her head on a pillow. Her eyes closed, seeking respite.
The sudden ring of her phone startled and annoyed her. It was Gautam. She picked it up.
"Hello... Tell me," she answered, her voice a little weary.
"What's my Geeta doing?" Gautam's voice was warm.
"Oh, I'm sleeping."
"Now?"
"My legs are aching, since afternoon."
"Why, what did you do so much work?"
"I don't know, today there was an extra period. I also did yesterday evening's chores in the morning, and I cleaned the house too. I don't know what happened, but my toes are hurting."
"Oh dear... Then why did you do all of it in one day?"
"How would I know there would be extra work today?"
"Hmm... Okay, go to sleep. I'll call tonight."
"You won't call tonight?" Geeta's voice held a hint of disappointment.
"Sorry, Geeta, I can't."
"I can't wait another seven days," she sighed.
"Me too. Okay, go to sleep. Ha... Pour some hot water on your feet."
"Oh, we know that. I'm hanging up."
"Bye."
An hour after Geeta drifted off, the doorbell chimed. She woke with a start, adjusting her saree before going to open the door.
"Good evening, Miss..." It was Bharath.
"Evening, Bharath," Geeta responded, a faint, annoyed "Psh" escaping her as she turned to walk inside. Bharath noticed. Her face still carried the soft imprint of sleep. He set his bag down and then his gaze fell on the pillow on the sofa.
"What's wrong, Miss? You were in an auto then. Where did you go?" he asked.
Geeta settled onto the sofa, pulling her right leg up and bending it. "My feet have been hurting since afternoon, so I took an auto instead of walking."
"Oh no... Really?" Bharath's concern was evident.
"Hmm..."
"Miss, shall we go to the hospital then?"
"Why go to the hospital for this much? It'll subside."
"No, Miss. If it doesn't subside, you won't be able to come to college tomorrow, right?" As he spoke, he sat down in front of Geeta and, without hesitation, took her right foot in his hands.
A shiver ran through Geeta as Bharath's cool touch met her skin. She instinctively pulled her foot away.
"Wait, tell me where it hurts. Maybe pressing your feet will help," he offered.
"Hey, get up, Bharath! You're holding my foot!" Geeta exclaimed, a flush rising to her cheeks.
Bharath looked up, his eyes wide and questioning. "What happened, Miss, why did you say that? I'm younger than you, so what's wrong? I press my father's feet when they get pain."
Geeta remained silent, her resistance momentarily disarmed.
Bharath gently took her right foot again. He began to knead the flesh beneath her big toe with his right thumb. A sigh of relief escaped Geeta. He pressed a little harder, and a sharp pain shot through her.
"Ahh...."
"Oh, sorry. Is it here?" he asked, immediately easing his pressure.
"It's okay. Hmm... yes."
He pulled her leg a little closer. Now, placing his thumb firmly in the deep center of her sole, he pressed hard towards her pinky toe and massaged upwards.
Geeta felt the nerves in her foot stretch, and a wave of comfort washed over her.
"How is it now?" he asked, looking up at her face.
Geeta responded with a hesitant "Hmm."
He spotted a small stool nearby, picked it up, and placed it in front of her feet. "Miss, put your feet on this."
Geeta obeyed. Sitting down, he held her right foot with both hands, placing his thumbs in the middle and moving them upwards, kneading the top of her foot with his fingers. All the muscles in her foot seemed to twist and unwind at once. He then held the top of her foot with his left hand and pulled her pinky toe upwards with his right hand.
An immense sense of pleasure coursed through Geeta.
He pressed the joint of her toe with two fingers, and her nerves tingled.
"Sss..."
He released her pinky toe and moved on to the next. As he did this to each of her toes, a feeling of relief accompanied each gentle pull.
After completing this, while Geeta watched, he moved his left hand slightly forward, gently pushing back the edge of her saree. He then softly squeezed the lower part of her leg above her ankle. Her whole body tingled in response.
"Miss, your leg is so soft," Bharath observed.
He continued to knead gently with his fingers, rubbing downwards. As Bharath stroked her, Geeta felt an exquisite tingling sensation spread throughout her body.
"Oh, how good it feels...", she whispered herself.
With Bharath's hands on her, the pain in Geeta's foot seemed to vanish. Bharath continued to massage, his voice a soft murmur.
"Miss, your feet are so soft. Do you know what I feel?"
"What?" Geeta whispered.
"I feel like kissing them."
A blush crept up Geeta's neck. A mischievous smile touched her lips. Bharath saw it.
"Hey, does anyone kiss feet?" she playfully chided.
"Oh, should I kiss them if I feel like it, Miss?" he dared.
Oh! At least he didn't ask if he should kiss them, Geeta thought, a surge of unexpected warmth spreading through her.
He deliberately scbangd her sole with his fingernail, and a burst of ticklish laughter erupted from Geeta. She pulled her foot back, playfully pretending to be angry, a mock threat on her lips.
"Hey...."
"Haha...." Bharath laughed heartily.
He moved to her left leg. As he gently pressed and pulled her toes, Geeta felt a profound comfort settle over her. She sat, watching him with affectionate eyes. When Bharath looked up, she offered a slight smile.
"Does it feel good, Miss?" he asked.
"Hmm..."
"Don't you feel any pain?"
"Ha..."
"Miss, is it because of that extra class?"
"I don't know, Bharath."
"Really, Miss. Being with you, I’m observing some of the difficulties faced by teachers who genuinely teach students."
Geeta was surprised by his thoughtful words. She hadn't expected such a meaningful observation from him.
"Then you should study," she retorted playfully. "See, you're pressing my feet even if I don't want you to."
"It's nothing, Miss. I'll study now..." he declared, and just like before, he tickled her soles again.
"Ah... haha ... No..." Geeta protested, pulling her leg back, but he continued, laughing all the while. "Ah... h... Hey, leave it, I'm warning you, I'll hit you..."
He let go. "Sorry, Miss."
Geeta narrowed her eyes, a mischievous glint in them, and gestured for him to come closer. "You've become quite playful, come here."
"No, you'll hit me."
"I won't hit you, come..."
Moving forward, she pulled Bharath's right hand. He stumbled, falling beside her, a flash of fear in his eyes.
"Please, Miss, sorry."
Geeta looked into his eyes and held his hand in hers. "Thanks, Bharath."
"For what, Miss...?"
"I don't know, Bharath. If I weren't your tuition teacher, no one would even care about me like this now."
"What are you saying, Miss?"
"Hmm..."
Bharath chuckled to himself, a private thought blooming in his mind: “Anyway, you're going to Dubai next week, there with Gautam Sir.”
oh my...Geeta's face flushed, and she covered it with her hands.
"Miss, how beautiful you look when you're shy."
"Stop it, Bharath. I'm your teacher," she admonished, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Yes, my cute Geeta Miss."
She pulled Bharath's ear lightly. "Hey, enough of your talk. Are you trying to avoid studying? Take out your books. Start."
The smile vanished from Bharath's face in an instant. He moved away and retrieved his book from his bag, the playfulness of the moment giving way to the seriousness of his studies.
After sometime,
The cool evening air brushed against Geetha as she stepped out, only to see Sri descending the stairs.
"Hi Shriram anna!" Bharat's voice, bright and eager, cut through the twilight.
"Hey, are you heading home?" Sri replied, his tone equally friendly.
"Yeah," Bharat confirmed, and Geetha, observing their exchange, quietly slipped into the kitchen. From the small window overlooking the stairs, she could still catch snippets of their conversation.
"Did you ask about the badminton club?" Sri's question drifted in, and Geetha saw the sudden shift in Bharat's demeanor. The smile that had graced his face just moments before vanished, replaced by a crestfallen expression.
"Yeah, I asked, anna," Bharat's voice was now tinged with disappointment. "They're asking for twenty thousand for membership fee."
A pause followed, heavy with unspoken concerns. Then Sri's voice again, "So, did you tell your parents at home?"
"What should I tell them, anna? It's hard, my family can't afford it," Bharat confessed, a note of resignation in his voice.
"Oh no, but you've been going there a lot until recently, are you just going to give up?" Sri's concern was palpable.
"That's it," Bharat's reply was curt, final.
"Okay, go on then. You're in tenth grade, right?" Sri shifted the topic, a hint of encouragement in his voice.
"Yes, anna," Bharat confirmed.
"Study well, starting now. Let's try next year," Sri advised, his words a gentle push forward.
"Yeah, okay," Bharat mumbled, the youthful optimism that had greeted Sri now completely subdued.
Geetha, a glass of water in hand, moved to the door and peered out. Sri and Bharat were walking outside. Sri gave Bharat a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading towards the main road, and Bharat, too, walked away, his shoulders slumped.
With darkness settling in, Geetha closed the door, the soft click echoing the quiet of the evening. She cooked rice, the familiar motions a comforting rhythm. After eating, she tried to call Gautham, but his phone rang unanswered, leaving her with the lingering thoughts of Bharat's quiet despair.
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There,stood, her young lover - Bharath, a pink rose held in his hand.
The moment she came into view, his face, as always, became a beacon of pure joy.
He stepped forward, bridging the distance between them. "Good morning," he offered, his voice laced with youthful eagerness. "Miss, this is for you." He extended the rose.
"Thanks, Bharath," Geeta replied, a soft smile gracing her lips.
Without a second thought, Geeth reached out, her hand gently ruffling his hair. "Go to class," she urged, a playful command in her tone.
As Bharath turned to head back inside, Geeta deftly tucked the rose into her braid. He glanced back, catching the sight, and a wide, happy smile bloomed on his face. Geeta returned it with a playful grin of her own.
Near the principal's room, Ramya stood, nervously twisting the end of her saree.
Geeta's eyebrows rose in a silent question as she approached. Ramya waved her over.
"I was waiting for you," Ramya explained.
"Oh, really? Why?" Geeta asked, intrigued.
"It's already January, and we haven't finished the syllabus, so there's a meeting," Ramya disclosed, her voice hushed.
The meeting involved the three teachers who were behind on their syllabus. To add to the day's complications, the Telugu sir was absent, and the principal requested Geeta to cover two periods, including his.
Thus, when the fourth period arrived, Geeta found herself entering the classroom.
"Good morning, Teacher." A chorus of voices greeted her.
"Good morning, sit," Geeta responded, settling into the rhythm of the class.
Navyashri, perched on the front bench in the corner, stood up. "Miss, you said there would be a test today."
Bharath, meanwhile, was utterly absorbed in Geeta. An unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes—was it love, infatuation, or something else entirely? He simply watched her, captivated.
Beside him, Harish opened his book, muttering under his breath, "Tch, these girls have nothing better to do. Is it necessary to remind to miss before she even says anything?"
Geeta addressed Navyashri. "There's no test today. We're completing Unit 6 today."
As she taught, Geeta couldn't help but notice Bharath's unwavering gaze. "Bharath, are you listening?" she prompted.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he shifted his eyes, pretending to write in his book with his pen.
"I'm writing some corrections, Miss," he replied.
Geeta turned back to the board, a small, amused chuckle escaping her pursed lips.
Continued the class.
Lunchtime arrived, and after eating, Geeta sat holding her phone for a while. It was then that a dull ache began to throb in her feet.
The pain intensified after her second period post-lunch, as she emerged from the sixth-grade classroom.
By the evening, after college closed, the discomfort was undeniable. She hailed an auto, grateful to forgo the walk home.
Once home, she washed her face and feet. With nothing else pressing, she surrendered to the comfort of the sofa, resting her head on a pillow. Her eyes closed, seeking respite.
The sudden ring of her phone startled and annoyed her. It was Gautam. She picked it up.
"Hello... Tell me," she answered, her voice a little weary.
"What's my Geeta doing?" Gautam's voice was warm.
"Oh, I'm sleeping."
"Now?"
"My legs are aching, since afternoon."
"Why, what did you do so much work?"
"I don't know, today there was an extra period. I also did yesterday evening's chores in the morning, and I cleaned the house too. I don't know what happened, but my toes are hurting."
"Oh dear... Then why did you do all of it in one day?"
"How would I know there would be extra work today?"
"Hmm... Okay, go to sleep. I'll call tonight."
"You won't call tonight?" Geeta's voice held a hint of disappointment.
"Sorry, Geeta, I can't."
"I can't wait another seven days," she sighed.
"Me too. Okay, go to sleep. Ha... Pour some hot water on your feet."
"Oh, we know that. I'm hanging up."
"Bye."
An hour after Geeta drifted off, the doorbell chimed. She woke with a start, adjusting her saree before going to open the door.
"Good evening, Miss..." It was Bharath.
"Evening, Bharath," Geeta responded, a faint, annoyed "Psh" escaping her as she turned to walk inside. Bharath noticed. Her face still carried the soft imprint of sleep. He set his bag down and then his gaze fell on the pillow on the sofa.
"What's wrong, Miss? You were in an auto then. Where did you go?" he asked.
Geeta settled onto the sofa, pulling her right leg up and bending it. "My feet have been hurting since afternoon, so I took an auto instead of walking."
"Oh no... Really?" Bharath's concern was evident.
"Hmm..."
"Miss, shall we go to the hospital then?"
"Why go to the hospital for this much? It'll subside."
"No, Miss. If it doesn't subside, you won't be able to come to college tomorrow, right?" As he spoke, he sat down in front of Geeta and, without hesitation, took her right foot in his hands.
A shiver ran through Geeta as Bharath's cool touch met her skin. She instinctively pulled her foot away.
"Wait, tell me where it hurts. Maybe pressing your feet will help," he offered.
"Hey, get up, Bharath! You're holding my foot!" Geeta exclaimed, a flush rising to her cheeks.
Bharath looked up, his eyes wide and questioning. "What happened, Miss, why did you say that? I'm younger than you, so what's wrong? I press my father's feet when they get pain."
Geeta remained silent, her resistance momentarily disarmed.
Bharath gently took her right foot again. He began to knead the flesh beneath her big toe with his right thumb. A sigh of relief escaped Geeta. He pressed a little harder, and a sharp pain shot through her.
"Ahh...."
"Oh, sorry. Is it here?" he asked, immediately easing his pressure.
"It's okay. Hmm... yes."
He pulled her leg a little closer. Now, placing his thumb firmly in the deep center of her sole, he pressed hard towards her pinky toe and massaged upwards.
Geeta felt the nerves in her foot stretch, and a wave of comfort washed over her.
"How is it now?" he asked, looking up at her face.
Geeta responded with a hesitant "Hmm."
He spotted a small stool nearby, picked it up, and placed it in front of her feet. "Miss, put your feet on this."
Geeta obeyed. Sitting down, he held her right foot with both hands, placing his thumbs in the middle and moving them upwards, kneading the top of her foot with his fingers. All the muscles in her foot seemed to twist and unwind at once. He then held the top of her foot with his left hand and pulled her pinky toe upwards with his right hand.
An immense sense of pleasure coursed through Geeta.
He pressed the joint of her toe with two fingers, and her nerves tingled.
"Sss..."
He released her pinky toe and moved on to the next. As he did this to each of her toes, a feeling of relief accompanied each gentle pull.
After completing this, while Geeta watched, he moved his left hand slightly forward, gently pushing back the edge of her saree. He then softly squeezed the lower part of her leg above her ankle. Her whole body tingled in response.
"Miss, your leg is so soft," Bharath observed.
He continued to knead gently with his fingers, rubbing downwards. As Bharath stroked her, Geeta felt an exquisite tingling sensation spread throughout her body.
"Oh, how good it feels...", she whispered herself.
With Bharath's hands on her, the pain in Geeta's foot seemed to vanish. Bharath continued to massage, his voice a soft murmur.
"Miss, your feet are so soft. Do you know what I feel?"
"What?" Geeta whispered.
"I feel like kissing them."
A blush crept up Geeta's neck. A mischievous smile touched her lips. Bharath saw it.
"Hey, does anyone kiss feet?" she playfully chided.
"Oh, should I kiss them if I feel like it, Miss?" he dared.
Oh! At least he didn't ask if he should kiss them, Geeta thought, a surge of unexpected warmth spreading through her.
He deliberately scbangd her sole with his fingernail, and a burst of ticklish laughter erupted from Geeta. She pulled her foot back, playfully pretending to be angry, a mock threat on her lips.
"Hey...."
"Haha...." Bharath laughed heartily.
He moved to her left leg. As he gently pressed and pulled her toes, Geeta felt a profound comfort settle over her. She sat, watching him with affectionate eyes. When Bharath looked up, she offered a slight smile.
"Does it feel good, Miss?" he asked.
"Hmm..."
"Don't you feel any pain?"
"Ha..."
"Miss, is it because of that extra class?"
"I don't know, Bharath."
"Really, Miss. Being with you, I’m observing some of the difficulties faced by teachers who genuinely teach students."
Geeta was surprised by his thoughtful words. She hadn't expected such a meaningful observation from him.
"Then you should study," she retorted playfully. "See, you're pressing my feet even if I don't want you to."
"It's nothing, Miss. I'll study now..." he declared, and just like before, he tickled her soles again.
"Ah... haha ... No..." Geeta protested, pulling her leg back, but he continued, laughing all the while. "Ah... h... Hey, leave it, I'm warning you, I'll hit you..."
He let go. "Sorry, Miss."
Geeta narrowed her eyes, a mischievous glint in them, and gestured for him to come closer. "You've become quite playful, come here."
"No, you'll hit me."
"I won't hit you, come..."
Moving forward, she pulled Bharath's right hand. He stumbled, falling beside her, a flash of fear in his eyes.
"Please, Miss, sorry."
Geeta looked into his eyes and held his hand in hers. "Thanks, Bharath."
"For what, Miss...?"
"I don't know, Bharath. If I weren't your tuition teacher, no one would even care about me like this now."
"What are you saying, Miss?"
"Hmm..."
Bharath chuckled to himself, a private thought blooming in his mind: “Anyway, you're going to Dubai next week, there with Gautam Sir.”
oh my...Geeta's face flushed, and she covered it with her hands.
"Miss, how beautiful you look when you're shy."
"Stop it, Bharath. I'm your teacher," she admonished, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Yes, my cute Geeta Miss."
She pulled Bharath's ear lightly. "Hey, enough of your talk. Are you trying to avoid studying? Take out your books. Start."
The smile vanished from Bharath's face in an instant. He moved away and retrieved his book from his bag, the playfulness of the moment giving way to the seriousness of his studies.
After sometime,
The cool evening air brushed against Geetha as she stepped out, only to see Sri descending the stairs.
"Hi Shriram anna!" Bharat's voice, bright and eager, cut through the twilight.
"Hey, are you heading home?" Sri replied, his tone equally friendly.
"Yeah," Bharat confirmed, and Geetha, observing their exchange, quietly slipped into the kitchen. From the small window overlooking the stairs, she could still catch snippets of their conversation.
"Did you ask about the badminton club?" Sri's question drifted in, and Geetha saw the sudden shift in Bharat's demeanor. The smile that had graced his face just moments before vanished, replaced by a crestfallen expression.
"Yeah, I asked, anna," Bharat's voice was now tinged with disappointment. "They're asking for twenty thousand for membership fee."
A pause followed, heavy with unspoken concerns. Then Sri's voice again, "So, did you tell your parents at home?"
"What should I tell them, anna? It's hard, my family can't afford it," Bharat confessed, a note of resignation in his voice.
"Oh no, but you've been going there a lot until recently, are you just going to give up?" Sri's concern was palpable.
"That's it," Bharat's reply was curt, final.
"Okay, go on then. You're in tenth grade, right?" Sri shifted the topic, a hint of encouragement in his voice.
"Yes, anna," Bharat confirmed.
"Study well, starting now. Let's try next year," Sri advised, his words a gentle push forward.
"Yeah, okay," Bharat mumbled, the youthful optimism that had greeted Sri now completely subdued.
Geetha, a glass of water in hand, moved to the door and peered out. Sri and Bharat were walking outside. Sri gave Bharat a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading towards the main road, and Bharat, too, walked away, his shoulders slumped.
With darkness settling in, Geetha closed the door, the soft click echoing the quiet of the evening. She cooked rice, the familiar motions a comforting rhythm. After eating, she tried to call Gautham, but his phone rang unanswered, leaving her with the lingering thoughts of Bharat's quiet despair.
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