11 hours ago
The next morning brought no relief to Devika's tormented mind. She dressed mechanically, her hands trembling as she dbangd her saree.
At the college, Devika walked through the corridors with her head down, avoiding eye contact. Every whispered conversation seemed to be about her, every glance felt accusatory. The weight of her secret pressed against her chest like a physical burden.
In the practical laboratory, she noticed Vishnu's absence immediately. Only Pathan sat at the corner bench, his usual sneer replaced by something more calculating. He watched her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.
"Vishnu won't be coming for a few days," Pathan announced, his voice carrying across the empty lab. "Family emergency."
Devika nodded curtly, keeping her distance as she prepared the day's specimens. Without Vishnu's presence, the dynamic felt different—more dangerous somehow. Pathan's gaze followed her every movement, lingering on the curve of her waist when she bent to retrieve materials from the lower shelves.
"Ma'am, I need help with this slide preparation," Pathan called out, his tone deceptively respectful.
Devika approached reluctantly, maintaining professional distance as she demonstrated the proper technique. She could feel his breath on her neck, smell the tobacco on his clothes. When her dupatta slipped slightly, exposing more of her neckline, she saw his eyes darken with hunger.
"Like this?" he asked, deliberately brushing his fingers against hers as he adjusted the microscope.
"Yes, that's correct," she managed, stepping back quickly.
Meanwhile, in the staff room, Pathan's phone buzzed with an urgent message. He excused himself from the lab, leaving Devika alone with her mounting anxiety.
Saradha was grading papers when her phone rang. The display showed Pathan's number, and her stomach dropped. She glanced around the empty staff room before answering.
"What do you want now?" she whispered harshly.
"Saradha ma'am, I need a small favor," Pathan's voice was smooth, almost conversational.
"I've done enough. I convinced her to change her dressing, I've been feeding her the wrong advice. What more do you want?"
"Today is special. Vishnu is away, and I want some... quality time with our beautiful professor."
Saradha's blood chilled. "What are you talking about?"
"During practical class today, I want you to lock the laboratory. Make it look like everyone has left. Leave me and Devika alone inside."
"Are you insane?" Saradha's voice rose, then she quickly lowered it. "I won't be part of... whatever you're planning."
"Saradha ma'am," Pathan's tone turned menacing. "Do you remember our little video collection? The one showing your... extracurricular activities with that visiting professor last year?"
Saradha's grip tightened on the phone. "You promised you wouldn't use that."
"I promised I wouldn't share it if you cooperated. This is cooperation."
"I won't help you assault her!" Saradha's voice cracked with desperation.
"Who said anything about assault?" Pathan laughed softly. "I just want to talk to her. Alone. Without interruptions. You know how shy she is in front of others."
"This is wrong, Pathan. She's a married woman, a respected professor—"
"She's a lonely woman whose husband is cheating on her in Dubai. She needs... comfort. I'm just offering to be a friend."
Saradha closed her eyes, remembering her own compromising position. Her affair had been brief but devastating—a moment of weakness that this boy had somehow captured on video. If it ever surfaced, her marriage, her career, everything would crumble.
"I can't do this," she whispered.
"Then explain to your husband why you were in Professor Mehta's hotel room last March. Explain to the college board why their senior faculty member was compromising the institution's reputation."
Saradha felt tears prick her eyes. "Please, don't make me do this."
"All you have to do is lock the lab door and walk away. Simple. I won't hurt her, I promise. I just want to... talk."
"What if someone comes looking?"
"Tell them the lab is closed for cleaning. Tell them there was a chemical spill. You're creative, Saradha ma'am. You'll think of something."
Saradha stared at the wall, her mind racing. Every option led to disaster—either her own exposure or becoming complicit in whatever Pathan had planned for Devika.
"What time?" she asked finally, her voice barely audible.
"End of practical class. Around 4 PM. Just lock the door from outside and leave. Come back after an hour."
"And then this is over? You won't ask for anything else?"
Pathan's laugh sent chills down her spine. "We'll see, ma'am. We'll see."
The line went dead, leaving Saradha staring at her phone in horror. She had become a pawn in this boy's twisted game, and now she was about to sacrifice Devika to save herself.
Back in the laboratory, Devika continued her preparations, unaware of the trap being set around her. The clock on the wall ticked steadily toward 4 PM, each minute bringing her closer to two different kinds of danger— and whatever Pathan had planned for their forced isolation.
As the afternoon wore on, more students filtered out of the laboratory. Pathan remained seated, pretending to study his slides while watching Devika clean and organize the equipment. His eyes never left her, cataloguing every gesture, every curve beneath her saree.
"Ma'am," he called out as she wiped down the last microscope. "Can you help me understand this tissue sample? I'm still confused."
Devika glanced at the clock—3:55 PM. Almost time for the session to end. Just a few more minutes, and she could escape to face her other problems.
"Of course," she replied, moving toward his bench, unaware that Saradha was already walking toward the laboratory door, keys in hand, her face pale with guilt and terror.
The trap was closing, and Devika had no idea that her day was about to take an even darker turn.
At the college, Devika walked through the corridors with her head down, avoiding eye contact. Every whispered conversation seemed to be about her, every glance felt accusatory. The weight of her secret pressed against her chest like a physical burden.
In the practical laboratory, she noticed Vishnu's absence immediately. Only Pathan sat at the corner bench, his usual sneer replaced by something more calculating. He watched her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.
"Vishnu won't be coming for a few days," Pathan announced, his voice carrying across the empty lab. "Family emergency."
Devika nodded curtly, keeping her distance as she prepared the day's specimens. Without Vishnu's presence, the dynamic felt different—more dangerous somehow. Pathan's gaze followed her every movement, lingering on the curve of her waist when she bent to retrieve materials from the lower shelves.
"Ma'am, I need help with this slide preparation," Pathan called out, his tone deceptively respectful.
Devika approached reluctantly, maintaining professional distance as she demonstrated the proper technique. She could feel his breath on her neck, smell the tobacco on his clothes. When her dupatta slipped slightly, exposing more of her neckline, she saw his eyes darken with hunger.
"Like this?" he asked, deliberately brushing his fingers against hers as he adjusted the microscope.
"Yes, that's correct," she managed, stepping back quickly.
Meanwhile, in the staff room, Pathan's phone buzzed with an urgent message. He excused himself from the lab, leaving Devika alone with her mounting anxiety.
Saradha was grading papers when her phone rang. The display showed Pathan's number, and her stomach dropped. She glanced around the empty staff room before answering.
"What do you want now?" she whispered harshly.
"Saradha ma'am, I need a small favor," Pathan's voice was smooth, almost conversational.
"I've done enough. I convinced her to change her dressing, I've been feeding her the wrong advice. What more do you want?"
"Today is special. Vishnu is away, and I want some... quality time with our beautiful professor."
Saradha's blood chilled. "What are you talking about?"
"During practical class today, I want you to lock the laboratory. Make it look like everyone has left. Leave me and Devika alone inside."
"Are you insane?" Saradha's voice rose, then she quickly lowered it. "I won't be part of... whatever you're planning."
"Saradha ma'am," Pathan's tone turned menacing. "Do you remember our little video collection? The one showing your... extracurricular activities with that visiting professor last year?"
Saradha's grip tightened on the phone. "You promised you wouldn't use that."
"I promised I wouldn't share it if you cooperated. This is cooperation."
"I won't help you assault her!" Saradha's voice cracked with desperation.
"Who said anything about assault?" Pathan laughed softly. "I just want to talk to her. Alone. Without interruptions. You know how shy she is in front of others."
"This is wrong, Pathan. She's a married woman, a respected professor—"
"She's a lonely woman whose husband is cheating on her in Dubai. She needs... comfort. I'm just offering to be a friend."
Saradha closed her eyes, remembering her own compromising position. Her affair had been brief but devastating—a moment of weakness that this boy had somehow captured on video. If it ever surfaced, her marriage, her career, everything would crumble.
"I can't do this," she whispered.
"Then explain to your husband why you were in Professor Mehta's hotel room last March. Explain to the college board why their senior faculty member was compromising the institution's reputation."
Saradha felt tears prick her eyes. "Please, don't make me do this."
"All you have to do is lock the lab door and walk away. Simple. I won't hurt her, I promise. I just want to... talk."
"What if someone comes looking?"
"Tell them the lab is closed for cleaning. Tell them there was a chemical spill. You're creative, Saradha ma'am. You'll think of something."
Saradha stared at the wall, her mind racing. Every option led to disaster—either her own exposure or becoming complicit in whatever Pathan had planned for Devika.
"What time?" she asked finally, her voice barely audible.
"End of practical class. Around 4 PM. Just lock the door from outside and leave. Come back after an hour."
"And then this is over? You won't ask for anything else?"
Pathan's laugh sent chills down her spine. "We'll see, ma'am. We'll see."
The line went dead, leaving Saradha staring at her phone in horror. She had become a pawn in this boy's twisted game, and now she was about to sacrifice Devika to save herself.
Back in the laboratory, Devika continued her preparations, unaware of the trap being set around her. The clock on the wall ticked steadily toward 4 PM, each minute bringing her closer to two different kinds of danger— and whatever Pathan had planned for their forced isolation.
As the afternoon wore on, more students filtered out of the laboratory. Pathan remained seated, pretending to study his slides while watching Devika clean and organize the equipment. His eyes never left her, cataloguing every gesture, every curve beneath her saree.
"Ma'am," he called out as she wiped down the last microscope. "Can you help me understand this tissue sample? I'm still confused."
Devika glanced at the clock—3:55 PM. Almost time for the session to end. Just a few more minutes, and she could escape to face her other problems.
"Of course," she replied, moving toward his bench, unaware that Saradha was already walking toward the laboratory door, keys in hand, her face pale with guilt and terror.
The trap was closing, and Devika had no idea that her day was about to take an even darker turn.
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