29-07-2025, 04:26 PM
Episode 53: A Quiet Respite
Tuesday, dawned with a gentle rain over St. Mark’s, the air cooler, washing away the sultry tension of the previous day. Arjun woke in his room, his body aching, a high temperature burning through him after the night’s frenzied releases to Meera’s recording. His head throbbed, his limbs heavy, and he texted his parents, pleading a sick day. They agreed, concerned, unaware of the true cause—his obsession with Meera’s image, her armpit, her moans with Priya, had pushed him to exhaustion. He stayed home, the phone beside him, the video a temptation he was too weak to revisit.
Meera arrived at college in her usual attire—a simple cream cotton saree with a full-sleeve blouse, her hair tied in a neat bun, minimal kohl lining her eyes, a return to modesty after the pink saree’s allure. The day felt subdued, her body still tingling from Monday’s events—Arjun’s moans, Priya’s kisses—but she moved with renewed composure, her waist and navel less sensitive, her spine calm under the modest fabric. The absence of Arjun’s intense gaze brought a quiet relief, though his absence raised a flicker of curiosity.
In the staff room, Priya greeted her with a hesitant smile, her usual teasing replaced by a cautious warmth. “Morning, Meera,” she said softly, adjusting her dupatta, her eyes avoiding Meera’s for a moment. “You… okay after yesterday? I didn’t mean to—”
Meera cut in, her voice gentle but firm, a flush creeping up her neck. “It’s fine, Priya. We both got carried away. Let’s just… move past it, alright?” Her tone carried a mix of embarrassment and resolve, her fingers brushing her waist, the memory of Priya’s touch fading.
Priya nodded, relief softening her features. “Agreed. I value you too much to let it get weird. Friends?” She extended a hand, a small, awkward gesture.
Meera smiled, shaking it briefly, the contact light but reassuring. “Friends,” she echoed, her heart easing. The conversation settled the dust, their awkwardness giving way to a tentative normalcy. They parted to their classes, the day unfolding quietly, the intensity of Monday a distant echo, ready to be buried under routine.
To be continued…
Tuesday, dawned with a gentle rain over St. Mark’s, the air cooler, washing away the sultry tension of the previous day. Arjun woke in his room, his body aching, a high temperature burning through him after the night’s frenzied releases to Meera’s recording. His head throbbed, his limbs heavy, and he texted his parents, pleading a sick day. They agreed, concerned, unaware of the true cause—his obsession with Meera’s image, her armpit, her moans with Priya, had pushed him to exhaustion. He stayed home, the phone beside him, the video a temptation he was too weak to revisit.
Meera arrived at college in her usual attire—a simple cream cotton saree with a full-sleeve blouse, her hair tied in a neat bun, minimal kohl lining her eyes, a return to modesty after the pink saree’s allure. The day felt subdued, her body still tingling from Monday’s events—Arjun’s moans, Priya’s kisses—but she moved with renewed composure, her waist and navel less sensitive, her spine calm under the modest fabric. The absence of Arjun’s intense gaze brought a quiet relief, though his absence raised a flicker of curiosity.
In the staff room, Priya greeted her with a hesitant smile, her usual teasing replaced by a cautious warmth. “Morning, Meera,” she said softly, adjusting her dupatta, her eyes avoiding Meera’s for a moment. “You… okay after yesterday? I didn’t mean to—”
Meera cut in, her voice gentle but firm, a flush creeping up her neck. “It’s fine, Priya. We both got carried away. Let’s just… move past it, alright?” Her tone carried a mix of embarrassment and resolve, her fingers brushing her waist, the memory of Priya’s touch fading.
Priya nodded, relief softening her features. “Agreed. I value you too much to let it get weird. Friends?” She extended a hand, a small, awkward gesture.
Meera smiled, shaking it briefly, the contact light but reassuring. “Friends,” she echoed, her heart easing. The conversation settled the dust, their awkwardness giving way to a tentative normalcy. They parted to their classes, the day unfolding quietly, the intensity of Monday a distant echo, ready to be buried under routine.
To be continued…
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