20-10-2025, 05:34 AM
Pathan's eyes burned with raw desire as he gazed at her flushed face, her lips still glistening from their kiss.
Pathan: "You are so sexy, madam. I feel like marrying you and keeping you as my wife. I want to kiss you daily like this."
His words hung in the air like a forbidden confession. The audacity of his statement—a student speaking of marriage to his teacher—should have horrified her completely.
Pathan: "In college, whenever I get a chance, I want to kiss you just like this."
Devika: "Pathan, don't talk like this. I am your teacher!"
Her voice cracked with emotion, somewhere between outrage and something she couldn't name. The moan that escaped with her words betrayed the conflict raging inside her.
Pathan: "Teacher-ah kiss pannum pothu tan semma kick-ah iruku!"
The crude satisfaction in his voice sent shivers through her. Before she could process his words fully, he captured her lips again with renewed hunger. Their mouths met with audible sounds—wet, intimate noises that echoed through the silent laboratory.
Kiss after kiss, he claimed her mouth with desperate intensity. The smacking sounds of their lips meeting and parting filled the room, each one a testament to the line they had crossed.
Devika's hands found his chest, but instead of pushing him away, her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt. Her body betrayed every principle she held dear, responding to his touch with shameful eagerness.
When she finally broke the kiss, her palm connected with his cheek in another sharp slap. The sound cracked through the air like a whip.
Devika: "How dare you!"
Pathan: "Madam, I can risk anything to kiss those sexy lips of yours."
His honesty was brutal and intoxicating. He touched his reddened cheek where she had struck him, but his eyes never left her mouth.
Devika: "What do you think you're doing? This is completely wrong!"
Her voice rose in genuine anger now, the gravity of their situation crashing over her like cold water.
Pathan: "I'm not doing anything wrong, madam. Just appreciating your beauty."
Devika: "I'm going to complain about this behavior to the authorities!"
Panic flickered across Pathan's features. The reality of consequences suddenly penetrated his desire-clouded mind.
Pathan: "Sorry, madam. Please don't complain. Please don't spoil my studies."
His voice took on a pleading quality that made something twist in Devika's chest.
Devika: "You're not here for studying anyway. Why should I bother about your career?"
Pathan: "Sorry, madam. Really sorry. Please give me one chance."
Devika studied his face, seeing genuine fear beneath the lingering desire. Despite everything that had happened, guilt crept into her heart. She had allowed this to happen. She had participated.
Devika: "This is your last chance. This should never, ever happen again."
Relief flooded his features as he nodded eagerly.
Pathan: "Fine, madam. I promise."
Devika: "And you must never tell anyone what happened here. Not a single soul."
Pathan: "Okay, madam. I won't tell anyone."
Silence settled between them like a heavy curtain. Neither could meet the other's eyes. Devika adjusted her saree with trembling hands, trying to restore some semblance of propriety to her appearance.
The weight of what they had done pressed down on both of them. She remained perched on the laboratory bench, her legs still tingling from where his hands had gripped her thighs. He stood before her, close enough that she could still smell the tobacco and paan on his breath.
The sound of keys jingling outside the door made them both freeze. Footsteps approached, followed by the distinct sound of a lock turning.
Relief washed over Devika as the door swung open to reveal the college peon, looking surprised to find them there.
Peon: "Sir, madam, why are you both locked inside?"
Devika: "The door got stuck. We couldn't get out."
She slipped down from the bench, her legs unsteady beneath her. The peon nodded sympathetically and held the door open for them.
As they walked out of the laboratory, Devika's mind churned with conflicting emotions. The taste of Pathan still lingered on her lips—that rough, earthy flavor of tobacco and desire that was so different from anything she had experienced.
Her body felt awakened in ways that frightened her. The young man's pan-stained lips had ignited something she thought had died long ago.
Behind her, Pathan could hardly believe what had transpired. He had kissed Devika—his dream teacher, the woman he had fantasized about since her first day at college. Her soft lips, her sweet taste, the way she had eventually responded to his touch—it all felt like an impossible dream made real.
The memory of her tongue meeting his, the sound of her moans, the warmth of her body pressed against him—these sensations would fuel his fantasies for months to come.
They walked down the corridor in loaded silence, both carrying the weight of their shared secret.
Pathan: "You are so sexy, madam. I feel like marrying you and keeping you as my wife. I want to kiss you daily like this."
His words hung in the air like a forbidden confession. The audacity of his statement—a student speaking of marriage to his teacher—should have horrified her completely.
Pathan: "In college, whenever I get a chance, I want to kiss you just like this."
Devika: "Pathan, don't talk like this. I am your teacher!"
Her voice cracked with emotion, somewhere between outrage and something she couldn't name. The moan that escaped with her words betrayed the conflict raging inside her.
Pathan: "Teacher-ah kiss pannum pothu tan semma kick-ah iruku!"
The crude satisfaction in his voice sent shivers through her. Before she could process his words fully, he captured her lips again with renewed hunger. Their mouths met with audible sounds—wet, intimate noises that echoed through the silent laboratory.
Kiss after kiss, he claimed her mouth with desperate intensity. The smacking sounds of their lips meeting and parting filled the room, each one a testament to the line they had crossed.
Devika's hands found his chest, but instead of pushing him away, her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt. Her body betrayed every principle she held dear, responding to his touch with shameful eagerness.
When she finally broke the kiss, her palm connected with his cheek in another sharp slap. The sound cracked through the air like a whip.
Devika: "How dare you!"
Pathan: "Madam, I can risk anything to kiss those sexy lips of yours."
His honesty was brutal and intoxicating. He touched his reddened cheek where she had struck him, but his eyes never left her mouth.
Devika: "What do you think you're doing? This is completely wrong!"
Her voice rose in genuine anger now, the gravity of their situation crashing over her like cold water.
Pathan: "I'm not doing anything wrong, madam. Just appreciating your beauty."
Devika: "I'm going to complain about this behavior to the authorities!"
Panic flickered across Pathan's features. The reality of consequences suddenly penetrated his desire-clouded mind.
Pathan: "Sorry, madam. Please don't complain. Please don't spoil my studies."
His voice took on a pleading quality that made something twist in Devika's chest.
Devika: "You're not here for studying anyway. Why should I bother about your career?"
Pathan: "Sorry, madam. Really sorry. Please give me one chance."
Devika studied his face, seeing genuine fear beneath the lingering desire. Despite everything that had happened, guilt crept into her heart. She had allowed this to happen. She had participated.
Devika: "This is your last chance. This should never, ever happen again."
Relief flooded his features as he nodded eagerly.
Pathan: "Fine, madam. I promise."
Devika: "And you must never tell anyone what happened here. Not a single soul."
Pathan: "Okay, madam. I won't tell anyone."
Silence settled between them like a heavy curtain. Neither could meet the other's eyes. Devika adjusted her saree with trembling hands, trying to restore some semblance of propriety to her appearance.
The weight of what they had done pressed down on both of them. She remained perched on the laboratory bench, her legs still tingling from where his hands had gripped her thighs. He stood before her, close enough that she could still smell the tobacco and paan on his breath.
The sound of keys jingling outside the door made them both freeze. Footsteps approached, followed by the distinct sound of a lock turning.
Relief washed over Devika as the door swung open to reveal the college peon, looking surprised to find them there.
Peon: "Sir, madam, why are you both locked inside?"
Devika: "The door got stuck. We couldn't get out."
She slipped down from the bench, her legs unsteady beneath her. The peon nodded sympathetically and held the door open for them.
As they walked out of the laboratory, Devika's mind churned with conflicting emotions. The taste of Pathan still lingered on her lips—that rough, earthy flavor of tobacco and desire that was so different from anything she had experienced.
Her body felt awakened in ways that frightened her. The young man's pan-stained lips had ignited something she thought had died long ago.
Behind her, Pathan could hardly believe what had transpired. He had kissed Devika—his dream teacher, the woman he had fantasized about since her first day at college. Her soft lips, her sweet taste, the way she had eventually responded to his touch—it all felt like an impossible dream made real.
The memory of her tongue meeting his, the sound of her moans, the warmth of her body pressed against him—these sensations would fuel his fantasies for months to come.
They walked down the corridor in loaded silence, both carrying the weight of their shared secret.
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