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The video ended, leaving the laboratory in sudden silence. Devika stepped back from the phone, clearing her throat.
"That was... beautifully filmed," she said, attempting to return to safer ground. "The direction was quite artistic."
Pathan pocketed his phone, but his eyes remained fixed on her face. "Madam, how can people who aren't husband and wife kiss like that? So naturally, so... passionately?"
Devika's jaw tightened. "It's called acting, Pathan. Professional actors are trained to portray emotions convincingly."
"But madam," he pressed, shifting closer on his stool, "don't you ever feel like kissing when you watch romantic scenes in movies?"
"That's an inappropriate question. You shouldn't ask your teacher such things."
Pathan's expression grew more intent. "Please, madam. I'm just curious about human nature."
Devika looked toward the locked door, wishing desperately for an escape. The walls seemed to press closer with each passing moment.
"Yes," she admitted reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes I do feel... moved by romantic scenes. But my husband wouldn't appreciate such thoughts. It's my fate that I won't experience kisses like that."
"What do you mean, madam?"
Heat flooded Devika's cheeks. "My husband only gives... pecks. Quick, practical kisses. Nothing like what we just watched."
Pathan's face darkened. "What a bastard. How can any man—"
"Don't you dare!" Devika's voice cracked like a whip. "Don't speak about my husband that way!"
"Sorry, madam. Sorry." He raised his hands apologetically. "I got carried away hearing this. It's just... your lips are so much sexier than that actress. How can any man ignore such lips without giving you proper mouth kisses?"
Devika stared at him, shock rendering her speechless.
"If I were your husband," Pathan continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I could kiss and suck your lips for thirty minutes without leaving them."
"Pathan!" The angry look she shot him could have melted steel.
"Madam, I would love to give you mouth kisses right here in the corner of this classroom."
"What did you just say?"
"Sorry, madam. Sorry again. I'm getting carried away—"
"Stop talking like this immediately!"
But Pathan seemed unable to halt the words spilling from his lips. "Madam, have you ever kissed anyone other than your husband?"
"No!" Devika's voice rose. "I would never engage in such activities!"
Pathan slid off his stool and moved closer, the distance between them shrinking to mere inches. "Madam, can I touch your lips?"
Devika's breath caught in her throat. The question hung in the air between them, loaded with implications she didn't want to examine. She opened her mouth to refuse, to establish boundaries, to remind him of their roles—but no words emerged.
Slowly, deliberately, Pathan raised his hand. His index finger hovered near her mouth, waiting.
Still, Devika said nothing.
His finger made contact with her lower lip, tracing its curve with feather-light pressure. "Such sexy lips," he murmured.
The touch sent electricity shooting through her entire body. Her lips parted involuntarily under his gentle exploration.
"Pathan," she whispered, "I'm your teacher."
"Yes, madam. That's exactly why I'm staying within limits."
"Pathan..." His name escaped as barely a breath.
His finger continued its slow journey, outlining the shape of her mouth. "Madam, seeing your lips like this... I'm getting into a sexual mood."
The raw honesty in his confession shattered whatever composure she had left. "Pathan, don't talk like that."
But even as she protested, her body betrayed her. Her lips remained parted, accepting his touch. Her breathing had grown shallow, uneven. The heat building in her core contradicted every word of resistance.
The locked door, the empty corridor, the afternoon light slanting through the windows—everything conspired to create this moment of impossible intimacy. Devika stood frozen between desire and duty, between the woman she was supposed to be and the woman she was discovering herself to become.
"That was... beautifully filmed," she said, attempting to return to safer ground. "The direction was quite artistic."
Pathan pocketed his phone, but his eyes remained fixed on her face. "Madam, how can people who aren't husband and wife kiss like that? So naturally, so... passionately?"
Devika's jaw tightened. "It's called acting, Pathan. Professional actors are trained to portray emotions convincingly."
"But madam," he pressed, shifting closer on his stool, "don't you ever feel like kissing when you watch romantic scenes in movies?"
"That's an inappropriate question. You shouldn't ask your teacher such things."
Pathan's expression grew more intent. "Please, madam. I'm just curious about human nature."
Devika looked toward the locked door, wishing desperately for an escape. The walls seemed to press closer with each passing moment.
"Yes," she admitted reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes I do feel... moved by romantic scenes. But my husband wouldn't appreciate such thoughts. It's my fate that I won't experience kisses like that."
"What do you mean, madam?"
Heat flooded Devika's cheeks. "My husband only gives... pecks. Quick, practical kisses. Nothing like what we just watched."
Pathan's face darkened. "What a bastard. How can any man—"
"Don't you dare!" Devika's voice cracked like a whip. "Don't speak about my husband that way!"
"Sorry, madam. Sorry." He raised his hands apologetically. "I got carried away hearing this. It's just... your lips are so much sexier than that actress. How can any man ignore such lips without giving you proper mouth kisses?"
Devika stared at him, shock rendering her speechless.
"If I were your husband," Pathan continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I could kiss and suck your lips for thirty minutes without leaving them."
"Pathan!" The angry look she shot him could have melted steel.
"Madam, I would love to give you mouth kisses right here in the corner of this classroom."
"What did you just say?"
"Sorry, madam. Sorry again. I'm getting carried away—"
"Stop talking like this immediately!"
But Pathan seemed unable to halt the words spilling from his lips. "Madam, have you ever kissed anyone other than your husband?"
"No!" Devika's voice rose. "I would never engage in such activities!"
Pathan slid off his stool and moved closer, the distance between them shrinking to mere inches. "Madam, can I touch your lips?"
Devika's breath caught in her throat. The question hung in the air between them, loaded with implications she didn't want to examine. She opened her mouth to refuse, to establish boundaries, to remind him of their roles—but no words emerged.
Slowly, deliberately, Pathan raised his hand. His index finger hovered near her mouth, waiting.
Still, Devika said nothing.
His finger made contact with her lower lip, tracing its curve with feather-light pressure. "Such sexy lips," he murmured.
The touch sent electricity shooting through her entire body. Her lips parted involuntarily under his gentle exploration.
"Pathan," she whispered, "I'm your teacher."
"Yes, madam. That's exactly why I'm staying within limits."
"Pathan..." His name escaped as barely a breath.
His finger continued its slow journey, outlining the shape of her mouth. "Madam, seeing your lips like this... I'm getting into a sexual mood."
The raw honesty in his confession shattered whatever composure she had left. "Pathan, don't talk like that."
But even as she protested, her body betrayed her. Her lips remained parted, accepting his touch. Her breathing had grown shallow, uneven. The heat building in her core contradicted every word of resistance.
The locked door, the empty corridor, the afternoon light slanting through the windows—everything conspired to create this moment of impossible intimacy. Devika stood frozen between desire and duty, between the woman she was supposed to be and the woman she was discovering herself to become.
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