10-07-2025, 01:31 PM
The dinner dishes were cleared when Geeta's phone rang, Gautam's name lighting up the screen. She answered, a manufactured huff in her voice. "I'm not talking to you."
"Hey, I didn't notice!" Gautam's cheerful tone was oblivious to her feigned anger.
"Hmm," she hummed, a hint of genuine pique seeping in, "your calls have become less frequent lately?"
"How can you say that?" he protested, surprised.
"When I was in the mood and called, you said you were busy. I thought you'd call back, you know." Her voice held a note of accusation.
"But I called now, didn't I?" he countered, a touch of exasperation.
"Now I'm not in the mood," she declared, folding her arms across her chest even though he couldn't see her.
"Oh... Madam is angry," he teased, a smile in his voice.
"Hmm..." she conceded, a small smile playing on her lips despite herself.
Then, a soft, exaggerated kissing sound echoed through the phone. Geeta couldn't help but laugh. He did it again, and again, and again.
“Mwah…Mwah…Mwah”
"Haha... That's enough," she giggled, trying to sound stern.
"Then show me now," he pressed, his voice a low purr.
"Show what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"Boobies," he replied, and Geeta could almost see his mischievous grin.
"Aha..." she responded, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Darling, listen to some news," he announced, changing the subject.
"What is it?" she asked, curiosity piqued.
"I'm going to Canada in another week, two months of work there."
"Really?" Her voice held a mix of surprise and delight.
"Hmm... will you come for a few days?"
"Yes, I'll come." The words were out before she could properly think.
"Once the date is fixed, I'll come home and we'll go together," he planned.
"Oh no, that might not be possible," she quickly interjected, a slight frown forming.
"What happened... about college?" he asked, sensing her hesitation.
"Yes, there are exams," she confirmed.
"Never mind, you come here before I return from there," he suggested, undeterred.
"Yes... that's okay," she agreed, a warmth spreading through her.
"Darling, can you come home once?" she asked, a sudden wave of loneliness washing over her.
"Why?"
"Hmm... I'm feeling lonely."
"Me too. Okay, I'll come home before I go there," he promised, his voice softening.
"Hmm..." she murmured contentedly.
"What else?" he prompted.
"Oh, it's Bharat's birthday tomorrow," she suddenly remembered.
"Really? I should wish him."
"Go ahead."
"Should we buy him a gift?" Gautam asked, ever generous.
"I bought him a shuttle racket this evening, I didn't tell you."
"What's wrong with that? It's fine. Anyway, we were thinking of getting him a gift, so it works out."
"Hmm, I thought the same," she admitted. "You know, he took it and hugged me while saying thanks."
"Oh... good thing the kid didn't kiss you." Gautam's voice held a playful edge of jealousy.
"He did," she confessed, a slight pause before the words.
"Hehe... Where?" The jealousy was replaced by amusement.
"On my neck."
"Oh, I thought it was somewhere else." His voice dropped to a suggestive whisper.
"Hey... shameless!" Geeta playfully chided, a blush creeping into her cheeks.
"What's wrong with that... you're very cute, right? The kid must have found you adorable."
"Chee, go away!" she laughed, swatting at the air as if he were there.
"Then let him study, or he might just keep looking at you." Gautam chuckled deeply.
"Hahaha..."
A while later, after ending her call with Gautam, Geeta drifted through her routine, sipping water and tying her hair into a comfortable bun. Just as she was about to surrender to sleep, her phone vibrated with a message. It was from Bharat.
Bharat: Miss, have you eaten?
"What's this new?" Geeta wondered, a curious frown on her face.
Geeta: Yes, I have. Haven't you slept yet?
Bharat: I was about to sleep, Miss, but...
Geeta: But...?
Bharat: That thing from this evening, Miss, I remembered it.
A prickle of apprehension, then curiosity, ran through her. Geeta: That thing, what?
Bharat: That, Miss... when I kissed your neck.
Geeta felt a warmth flood her face, an emoji of a blushing smile appearing on her screen, though she hadn't typed it.
Bharat: You're so soft, Miss.
A shiver ran down her spine. "Bharat, go to sleep, okay? Good night," she typed, her fingers trembling slightly.
Bharat: Good night, Miss.
After putting the phone down, a profound shyness settled over her. Bharat's unexpectedly flattering words and the lingering warmth from his touch earlier that evening stirred a growing excitement within her.
—
—
The college felt strangely hollow as Geetha arrived early, the usual bustling hallways hushed in the pre-dawn quiet. As she ascended the entrance stairs, her footsteps echoed, a stark reminder of the stillness. Nearing the seventh-grade classroom, a flicker of movement by a pillar caught her eye, causing her to slow. Bharat and Vikas were there, engrossed in conversation. Geetha considered a polite greeting to Bharat but dismissed the idea, continuing past them.
Further down, an open classroom revealed Harish and Vandana, seated close on a bench, hands intertwined, their voices a low murmur. Geetha's eyebrows rose in surprise. In a swift, almost imperceptible motion, Harish leaned in, a quick press of lips against Vandana's before he pulled back. Geetha’s breath hitched, a silent gulp escaping her. Shock propelled her forward, her steps quickening.
Nearby, Vikas's voice carried, "Did they say when the farewell party is?"
"I don't know, man," Bharat replied, his tone dismissive.
"Exams are also approaching, they're talking about pre-finals, so when will they hold the farewell?" Vikas pressed.
"Maybe at the end of this month."
A sudden shift in Vikas's tone, laced with an unsettling curiosity, made Geetha instinctively tense. "Hey, are you following Geetha teacher?"
Bharat’s response was immediate and defensive. "No, why?"
"You like her, don't you?" Vikas prodded.
"Leave it, ra."
Vikas leaned in, his whisper carrying a predatory edge. "You know her husband isn't here?"
"Yeah, that's right." Bharat's voice was low, almost reluctant.
"Teacher is so hot, man. You touched her last time, right? Try again, she'll fall for you."
Bharat's voice was tight with disapproval. "Stop it, you. Last time was just a chance."
Vikas’s words were vulgar, raw, and Bharat, repulsed, abruptly cut off the conversation.
Today, Geetha wore the familiar black saree, the same one she had worn on that memorable day in the kitchen when Bharat had tasted her sweat. Entering the classroom, her gaze instinctively darted to Bharat’s usual seat, but it was empty. Her eyes swept across the room, finally locating him on the last bench, deep in conversation with Vikas.
Sometimes, friendships were dictated by status. Harish, once a close friend, had grown distant, a subtle jealousy simmering as Bharat's influence quickly grew. Vikas had since filled that void, his proximity to Bharat solidifying his place, even shifting his seating arrangement.
After class, feigning a trip for water, Geetha stepped out, acutely aware of a presence behind her. She walked, a silent shadow following, all the way to the staff room. A strange sensation, this feeling of being observed, a peculiar detachment that often accompanied such moments, as if an unknown force whisked away anyone else who might be near.
"Bharat, what are you doing here?" Geetha's voice was calm, though an internal tremor ran through her.
"Miss, you look very beautiful in this black saree," Bharat responded, his voice soft, almost a caress.
Geetha turned towards the cupboard, a nervous swallow preceding a faint smile. "I'm a teacher here, Bharat, you shouldn't follow me like this. Go to class."
As Geetha reached for her handbag inside the cupboard, he positioned himself behind her. Her buttery white back was partially exposed, two inches of her waist visible beneath the strap of her blouse, the edge of her saree swaying gently in the fan's breeze. As she stretched, reaching into the cupboard, the skin between her shoulder blades tightened, a taut curve that seemed to draw his gaze. Unable to resist, Bharath extended his index finger, tracing a slow path down her spine, from her neck downwards. Geetha shivered, a prickle of goosebumps rising on her skin. She twisted slightly, a soft sound escaping her lips. "Mmm..."
He gently moved her braid aside with his finger, then leaned his face close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "So soft, Miss."
"Hmm..." Geetha murmured, her thoughts a jumble. She turned, intending to finally acknowledge him, but he was gone.
The space behind her was empty. Had he truly been there, or just her hallucination?
-
"Hey, I didn't notice!" Gautam's cheerful tone was oblivious to her feigned anger.
"Hmm," she hummed, a hint of genuine pique seeping in, "your calls have become less frequent lately?"
"How can you say that?" he protested, surprised.
"When I was in the mood and called, you said you were busy. I thought you'd call back, you know." Her voice held a note of accusation.
"But I called now, didn't I?" he countered, a touch of exasperation.
"Now I'm not in the mood," she declared, folding her arms across her chest even though he couldn't see her.
"Oh... Madam is angry," he teased, a smile in his voice.
"Hmm..." she conceded, a small smile playing on her lips despite herself.
Then, a soft, exaggerated kissing sound echoed through the phone. Geeta couldn't help but laugh. He did it again, and again, and again.
“Mwah…Mwah…Mwah”
"Haha... That's enough," she giggled, trying to sound stern.
"Then show me now," he pressed, his voice a low purr.
"Show what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"Boobies," he replied, and Geeta could almost see his mischievous grin.
"Aha..." she responded, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Darling, listen to some news," he announced, changing the subject.
"What is it?" she asked, curiosity piqued.
"I'm going to Canada in another week, two months of work there."
"Really?" Her voice held a mix of surprise and delight.
"Hmm... will you come for a few days?"
"Yes, I'll come." The words were out before she could properly think.
"Once the date is fixed, I'll come home and we'll go together," he planned.
"Oh no, that might not be possible," she quickly interjected, a slight frown forming.
"What happened... about college?" he asked, sensing her hesitation.
"Yes, there are exams," she confirmed.
"Never mind, you come here before I return from there," he suggested, undeterred.
"Yes... that's okay," she agreed, a warmth spreading through her.
"Darling, can you come home once?" she asked, a sudden wave of loneliness washing over her.
"Why?"
"Hmm... I'm feeling lonely."
"Me too. Okay, I'll come home before I go there," he promised, his voice softening.
"Hmm..." she murmured contentedly.
"What else?" he prompted.
"Oh, it's Bharat's birthday tomorrow," she suddenly remembered.
"Really? I should wish him."
"Go ahead."
"Should we buy him a gift?" Gautam asked, ever generous.
"I bought him a shuttle racket this evening, I didn't tell you."
"What's wrong with that? It's fine. Anyway, we were thinking of getting him a gift, so it works out."
"Hmm, I thought the same," she admitted. "You know, he took it and hugged me while saying thanks."
"Oh... good thing the kid didn't kiss you." Gautam's voice held a playful edge of jealousy.
"He did," she confessed, a slight pause before the words.
"Hehe... Where?" The jealousy was replaced by amusement.
"On my neck."
"Oh, I thought it was somewhere else." His voice dropped to a suggestive whisper.
"Hey... shameless!" Geeta playfully chided, a blush creeping into her cheeks.
"What's wrong with that... you're very cute, right? The kid must have found you adorable."
"Chee, go away!" she laughed, swatting at the air as if he were there.
"Then let him study, or he might just keep looking at you." Gautam chuckled deeply.
"Hahaha..."
A while later, after ending her call with Gautam, Geeta drifted through her routine, sipping water and tying her hair into a comfortable bun. Just as she was about to surrender to sleep, her phone vibrated with a message. It was from Bharat.
Bharat: Miss, have you eaten?
"What's this new?" Geeta wondered, a curious frown on her face.
Geeta: Yes, I have. Haven't you slept yet?
Bharat: I was about to sleep, Miss, but...
Geeta: But...?
Bharat: That thing from this evening, Miss, I remembered it.
A prickle of apprehension, then curiosity, ran through her. Geeta: That thing, what?
Bharat: That, Miss... when I kissed your neck.
Geeta felt a warmth flood her face, an emoji of a blushing smile appearing on her screen, though she hadn't typed it.
Bharat: You're so soft, Miss.
A shiver ran down her spine. "Bharat, go to sleep, okay? Good night," she typed, her fingers trembling slightly.
Bharat: Good night, Miss.
After putting the phone down, a profound shyness settled over her. Bharat's unexpectedly flattering words and the lingering warmth from his touch earlier that evening stirred a growing excitement within her.
—
—
The college felt strangely hollow as Geetha arrived early, the usual bustling hallways hushed in the pre-dawn quiet. As she ascended the entrance stairs, her footsteps echoed, a stark reminder of the stillness. Nearing the seventh-grade classroom, a flicker of movement by a pillar caught her eye, causing her to slow. Bharat and Vikas were there, engrossed in conversation. Geetha considered a polite greeting to Bharat but dismissed the idea, continuing past them.
Further down, an open classroom revealed Harish and Vandana, seated close on a bench, hands intertwined, their voices a low murmur. Geetha's eyebrows rose in surprise. In a swift, almost imperceptible motion, Harish leaned in, a quick press of lips against Vandana's before he pulled back. Geetha’s breath hitched, a silent gulp escaping her. Shock propelled her forward, her steps quickening.
"Oh God, they aren't even eighteen yet, and they're already kissing.
Tsk, tsk... doing everything openly".
Nearby, Vikas's voice carried, "Did they say when the farewell party is?"
"I don't know, man," Bharat replied, his tone dismissive.
"Exams are also approaching, they're talking about pre-finals, so when will they hold the farewell?" Vikas pressed.
"Maybe at the end of this month."
A sudden shift in Vikas's tone, laced with an unsettling curiosity, made Geetha instinctively tense. "Hey, are you following Geetha teacher?"
Bharat’s response was immediate and defensive. "No, why?"
"You like her, don't you?" Vikas prodded.
"Leave it, ra."
Vikas leaned in, his whisper carrying a predatory edge. "You know her husband isn't here?"
"Yeah, that's right." Bharat's voice was low, almost reluctant.
"Teacher is so hot, man. You touched her last time, right? Try again, she'll fall for you."
Bharat's voice was tight with disapproval. "Stop it, you. Last time was just a chance."
Vikas’s words were vulgar, raw, and Bharat, repulsed, abruptly cut off the conversation.
Today, Geetha wore the familiar black saree, the same one she had worn on that memorable day in the kitchen when Bharat had tasted her sweat. Entering the classroom, her gaze instinctively darted to Bharat’s usual seat, but it was empty. Her eyes swept across the room, finally locating him on the last bench, deep in conversation with Vikas.
Sometimes, friendships were dictated by status. Harish, once a close friend, had grown distant, a subtle jealousy simmering as Bharat's influence quickly grew. Vikas had since filled that void, his proximity to Bharat solidifying his place, even shifting his seating arrangement.
After class, feigning a trip for water, Geetha stepped out, acutely aware of a presence behind her. She walked, a silent shadow following, all the way to the staff room. A strange sensation, this feeling of being observed, a peculiar detachment that often accompanied such moments, as if an unknown force whisked away anyone else who might be near.
"Bharat, what are you doing here?" Geetha's voice was calm, though an internal tremor ran through her.
"Miss, you look very beautiful in this black saree," Bharat responded, his voice soft, almost a caress.
Geetha turned towards the cupboard, a nervous swallow preceding a faint smile. "I'm a teacher here, Bharat, you shouldn't follow me like this. Go to class."
As Geetha reached for her handbag inside the cupboard, he positioned himself behind her. Her buttery white back was partially exposed, two inches of her waist visible beneath the strap of her blouse, the edge of her saree swaying gently in the fan's breeze. As she stretched, reaching into the cupboard, the skin between her shoulder blades tightened, a taut curve that seemed to draw his gaze. Unable to resist, Bharath extended his index finger, tracing a slow path down her spine, from her neck downwards. Geetha shivered, a prickle of goosebumps rising on her skin. She twisted slightly, a soft sound escaping her lips. "Mmm..."
He gently moved her braid aside with his finger, then leaned his face close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "So soft, Miss."
"Hmm..." Geetha murmured, her thoughts a jumble. She turned, intending to finally acknowledge him, but he was gone.
The space behind her was empty. Had he truly been there, or just her hallucination?
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