20-10-2025, 05:46 AM
The afternoon stretched on like an elastic band pulled to its limit. Devika sat at her desk in the staff room, pretending to grade papers while her mind remained fixated on the promised meeting with Vishnu. The clock on the wall seemed to move with excruciating slowness, each tick echoing her hammering heartbeat.
One by one, her colleagues gathered their belongings and departed. Professor Malhotra with his perpetual cough. Dr. Joshi with her jangling bangles. Each exit left the room emptier, the air heavier with possibility and danger.
Finally, only Saradha remained, organizing a stack of exams with meticulous precision. She glanced up at Devika with curious eyes.
"You're staying late today?" Saradha asked, her tone casual but her gaze probing.
"Yes," Devika replied, not meeting her eyes. "I have some unfinished work."
Saradha paused, her fingers tapping against the desk. "Everything alright, Devika? You seem... distracted."
"Just tired," Devika said, forcing a smile. "And these cell biology papers won't grade themselves."
Saradha nodded, though her expression suggested she wasn't entirely convinced. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her purse and headed toward the door.
"Don't stay too late," she called over her shoulder. "The peons lock up at six."
As the door closed behind Saradha, Devika released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The emptiness of the staff room suddenly felt oppressive, the silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock.
The minutes crawled by. Devika's palms grew damp with sweat as she waited, her stomach knotted with anxiety. What was she doing? This madness had to stop. She should leave now, before—
The door opened. Devika's heart leaped to her throat.
A peon entered, keys jangling at his belt. He seemed surprised to find her still there.
"Madam, I am locking staff toilet now," he announced. "College closing time."
"That's fine," Devika managed, relief and disappointment warring within her. Perhaps this was a sign. The universe intervening to save her from her own reckless impulses.
The peon nodded and left. Devika began gathering her papers, suddenly eager to escape the building and the temptation it represented.
She was halfway to the door when it opened again. Vishnu stood in the doorway, his lean frame silhouetted against the corridor light.
"You're still here," he said, his voice low with satisfaction.
Devika froze, clutching her papers to her chest like armor. "The toilet is locked. You should go home."
Vishnu stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "I saw Pathan leave. He asked why I was staying. Told him I had an assignment to finish."
He moved closer, his eyes never leaving her face. "You waited for me."
"I was working," Devika insisted, but the lie sounded hollow even to her own ears.
"The toilet is locked," Vishnu said, repeating her words. His gaze drifted to the corner of the ceiling where a small black dome indicated the presence of a security camera. "And we can't stay here. Too risky."
Devika followed his gaze to the camera. "Then this was all for nothing," she said, unable to hide the note of relief in her voice. "I should go."
"Come to my place," Vishnu suggested, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's not far."
"Absolutely not," Devika replied firmly. The thought of entering a student's home crossed a line even in this twisted new reality she was navigating. "This was a mistake. Forget it ever happened."
Disappointment flashed across Vishnu's features. He stood silent for a moment, thinking. Then, a slow smile spread across his lips.
"The boys' toilet," he said quietly. "No one's there now. Everyone's gone home."
Devika stared at him in disbelief. "The boys' toilet? Have you completely lost your mind?"
"It's private," Vishnu pressed. "No cameras. No one would ever expect you to be there."
"I am not going into the boys' toilet with you," Devika hissed, scandalized by the suggestion.
Vishnu's eyes softened, taking on a pleading quality that caught her off guard. "Please, madam. Just five minutes. I've been thinking about this all day."
The raw honesty in his voice stirred something in her. That dangerous curiosity she'd been fighting against all day resurged with startling intensity.
"It's too risky," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
"Everyone has left," Vishnu assured her. "Even Pathan is gone. Five minutes, that's all."
Devika knew she should refuse. Walk away. End this madness before it spiraled further out of control. Yet she found herself saying, "You go first. I'll follow in two minutes."
Vishnu's eyes widened with surprise and satisfaction. He nodded once, then slipped out the door.
Devika stood frozen, disbelieving her own words. What was she doing? This was beyond reckless—it was career suicide. Yet her feet moved of their own accord, carrying her to the door and then down the corridor.
The building was eerily quiet, the usual cacophony of student voices replaced by a heavy silence. Her footsteps echoed on the tiled floor as she approached the door marked "Gents." She paused, listening for any sound that might indicate someone else's presence. Nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Devika pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The smell hit her first—a pungent mixture of disinfectant and something distinctly male. The harsh fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over the dingy tiles. Crude graffiti decorated the walls—anatomical drawings, phone numbers, and vulgar phrases. Her eyes widened as she spotted her own name scrawled inside a heart, surrounded by lewd suggestions.
"Oh my God," she whispered, the reality of where she was crashing over her. "I can't believe I'm in the boys' toilet."
Vishnu emerged from one of the stalls, his expression a mixture of triumph and disbelief. "You actually came."
The space suddenly felt claustrophobic. The toilet was smaller than she had imagined, barely enough room for two people to stand without touching.
"This is insane," Devika said, making one last attempt at reason. "We shouldn't be here."
Vishnu stepped closer. "We're already here. No one will know."
His proximity made her pulse quicken. This close, she could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes, the slight shadow of stubble on his jaw. He was no longer just a student but a man with desires that mirrored her own forbidden longings.
"Fine," she said, her voice barely audible. "Five minutes. Then I'm leaving."
Vishnu nodded, his gaze intense with anticipation. "Show me."
Devika's fingers moved slowly to the pin at her shoulder. With deliberate grace, she unhooked it and let her pallu slip away, the fabric cascading down her shoulder to reveal the fitted blouse beneath.
Vishnu's breath caught, his heart hammering as he drank in her figure now bared without the cover of the pallu—just a few inches away from him in the confined space. His eyes traced the curves of her breasts beneath the fabric of her blouse, the delicate line of her collarbone, the smooth expanse of her neck.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with admiration.
Devika stood still, allowing his gaze to wander over her. Despite the sordid location, despite the wrongness of it all, something about his obvious appreciation sent a forbidden thrill through her body.
"You have such a sexy figure," Vishnu said, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "A real Kerala woman."
His gaze dropped lower, to where her saree was dbangd just above her navel. "I want to see more," he said, his voice taking on a commanding edge that surprised her.
Before Devika could react, his hand slid to the knot where her saree was tucked at her waist. His fingers pressed firmly against the fabric, against her skin beneath.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, startled by his boldness. "You promised not to touch me."
"Sorry," Vishnu said, though his eyes showed no remorse as he pulled the fabric down, revealing her bare navel and the smooth curve of her hips. "I couldn't help myself."
Devika's pulse raced as cool air touched the newly exposed skin of her midriff. She couldn't believe his audacity—pulling at her saree as if he had the right, as if he owned her body.
"You can't just pull my saree like that," she said, her voice tight with indignation. "If you want to see more, ask me. Don't grab."
"I'm sorry," Vishnu repeated, his eyes fixed on her exposed navel. "You're just so beautiful. So perfect."
His words shouldn't have pleased her, but they did. The raw appreciation in his voice soothed something wounded inside her—a part starved of genuine admiration for too long.
"You're the hottest woman in the entire college," Vishnu continued, his voice husky with desire. "A real Kerala beauty."
Devika felt her cheeks warm at his praise. This was madness—standing in a boys' toilet, her saree pulled low, her pallu discarded, being admired by a student nearly half her age. Yet the forbidden nature of it sent a dark thrill through her veins.
Neither of them noticed the small black dome hidden in the corner of the ceiling, its lens capturing every moment of their forbidden encounter.
In his office, Seenu sat transfixed before the monitor. His breath hitched as the CCTV showed Devika standing without her pallu, her saree dbangd only around her curves. His eyes widened when Vishnu's hand slid to her waist, fingers gripping the saree tuck.
With one smooth pull, the fabric loosened, baring her navel to his hungry gaze. Seenu leaned closer to the screen, his pulse racing as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away. How could Devika—the proper, professional Devika—allow a student to place his hands on her saree tuck and pull it low? The sight confirmed every fantasy he'd ever harbored about her.
Back in the toilet, Devika felt exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely powerful. The knowledge that she could evoke such naked desire in a young man was intoxicating.
One by one, her colleagues gathered their belongings and departed. Professor Malhotra with his perpetual cough. Dr. Joshi with her jangling bangles. Each exit left the room emptier, the air heavier with possibility and danger.
Finally, only Saradha remained, organizing a stack of exams with meticulous precision. She glanced up at Devika with curious eyes.
"You're staying late today?" Saradha asked, her tone casual but her gaze probing.
"Yes," Devika replied, not meeting her eyes. "I have some unfinished work."
Saradha paused, her fingers tapping against the desk. "Everything alright, Devika? You seem... distracted."
"Just tired," Devika said, forcing a smile. "And these cell biology papers won't grade themselves."
Saradha nodded, though her expression suggested she wasn't entirely convinced. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her purse and headed toward the door.
"Don't stay too late," she called over her shoulder. "The peons lock up at six."
As the door closed behind Saradha, Devika released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The emptiness of the staff room suddenly felt oppressive, the silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock.
The minutes crawled by. Devika's palms grew damp with sweat as she waited, her stomach knotted with anxiety. What was she doing? This madness had to stop. She should leave now, before—
The door opened. Devika's heart leaped to her throat.
A peon entered, keys jangling at his belt. He seemed surprised to find her still there.
"Madam, I am locking staff toilet now," he announced. "College closing time."
"That's fine," Devika managed, relief and disappointment warring within her. Perhaps this was a sign. The universe intervening to save her from her own reckless impulses.
The peon nodded and left. Devika began gathering her papers, suddenly eager to escape the building and the temptation it represented.
She was halfway to the door when it opened again. Vishnu stood in the doorway, his lean frame silhouetted against the corridor light.
"You're still here," he said, his voice low with satisfaction.
Devika froze, clutching her papers to her chest like armor. "The toilet is locked. You should go home."
Vishnu stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "I saw Pathan leave. He asked why I was staying. Told him I had an assignment to finish."
He moved closer, his eyes never leaving her face. "You waited for me."
"I was working," Devika insisted, but the lie sounded hollow even to her own ears.
"The toilet is locked," Vishnu said, repeating her words. His gaze drifted to the corner of the ceiling where a small black dome indicated the presence of a security camera. "And we can't stay here. Too risky."
Devika followed his gaze to the camera. "Then this was all for nothing," she said, unable to hide the note of relief in her voice. "I should go."
"Come to my place," Vishnu suggested, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's not far."
"Absolutely not," Devika replied firmly. The thought of entering a student's home crossed a line even in this twisted new reality she was navigating. "This was a mistake. Forget it ever happened."
Disappointment flashed across Vishnu's features. He stood silent for a moment, thinking. Then, a slow smile spread across his lips.
"The boys' toilet," he said quietly. "No one's there now. Everyone's gone home."
Devika stared at him in disbelief. "The boys' toilet? Have you completely lost your mind?"
"It's private," Vishnu pressed. "No cameras. No one would ever expect you to be there."
"I am not going into the boys' toilet with you," Devika hissed, scandalized by the suggestion.
Vishnu's eyes softened, taking on a pleading quality that caught her off guard. "Please, madam. Just five minutes. I've been thinking about this all day."
The raw honesty in his voice stirred something in her. That dangerous curiosity she'd been fighting against all day resurged with startling intensity.
"It's too risky," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
"Everyone has left," Vishnu assured her. "Even Pathan is gone. Five minutes, that's all."
Devika knew she should refuse. Walk away. End this madness before it spiraled further out of control. Yet she found herself saying, "You go first. I'll follow in two minutes."
Vishnu's eyes widened with surprise and satisfaction. He nodded once, then slipped out the door.
Devika stood frozen, disbelieving her own words. What was she doing? This was beyond reckless—it was career suicide. Yet her feet moved of their own accord, carrying her to the door and then down the corridor.
The building was eerily quiet, the usual cacophony of student voices replaced by a heavy silence. Her footsteps echoed on the tiled floor as she approached the door marked "Gents." She paused, listening for any sound that might indicate someone else's presence. Nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Devika pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The smell hit her first—a pungent mixture of disinfectant and something distinctly male. The harsh fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over the dingy tiles. Crude graffiti decorated the walls—anatomical drawings, phone numbers, and vulgar phrases. Her eyes widened as she spotted her own name scrawled inside a heart, surrounded by lewd suggestions.
"Oh my God," she whispered, the reality of where she was crashing over her. "I can't believe I'm in the boys' toilet."
Vishnu emerged from one of the stalls, his expression a mixture of triumph and disbelief. "You actually came."
The space suddenly felt claustrophobic. The toilet was smaller than she had imagined, barely enough room for two people to stand without touching.
"This is insane," Devika said, making one last attempt at reason. "We shouldn't be here."
Vishnu stepped closer. "We're already here. No one will know."
His proximity made her pulse quicken. This close, she could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes, the slight shadow of stubble on his jaw. He was no longer just a student but a man with desires that mirrored her own forbidden longings.
"Fine," she said, her voice barely audible. "Five minutes. Then I'm leaving."
Vishnu nodded, his gaze intense with anticipation. "Show me."
Devika's fingers moved slowly to the pin at her shoulder. With deliberate grace, she unhooked it and let her pallu slip away, the fabric cascading down her shoulder to reveal the fitted blouse beneath.
Vishnu's breath caught, his heart hammering as he drank in her figure now bared without the cover of the pallu—just a few inches away from him in the confined space. His eyes traced the curves of her breasts beneath the fabric of her blouse, the delicate line of her collarbone, the smooth expanse of her neck.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with admiration.
Devika stood still, allowing his gaze to wander over her. Despite the sordid location, despite the wrongness of it all, something about his obvious appreciation sent a forbidden thrill through her body.
"You have such a sexy figure," Vishnu said, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "A real Kerala woman."
His gaze dropped lower, to where her saree was dbangd just above her navel. "I want to see more," he said, his voice taking on a commanding edge that surprised her.
Before Devika could react, his hand slid to the knot where her saree was tucked at her waist. His fingers pressed firmly against the fabric, against her skin beneath.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, startled by his boldness. "You promised not to touch me."
"Sorry," Vishnu said, though his eyes showed no remorse as he pulled the fabric down, revealing her bare navel and the smooth curve of her hips. "I couldn't help myself."
Devika's pulse raced as cool air touched the newly exposed skin of her midriff. She couldn't believe his audacity—pulling at her saree as if he had the right, as if he owned her body.
"You can't just pull my saree like that," she said, her voice tight with indignation. "If you want to see more, ask me. Don't grab."
"I'm sorry," Vishnu repeated, his eyes fixed on her exposed navel. "You're just so beautiful. So perfect."
His words shouldn't have pleased her, but they did. The raw appreciation in his voice soothed something wounded inside her—a part starved of genuine admiration for too long.
"You're the hottest woman in the entire college," Vishnu continued, his voice husky with desire. "A real Kerala beauty."
Devika felt her cheeks warm at his praise. This was madness—standing in a boys' toilet, her saree pulled low, her pallu discarded, being admired by a student nearly half her age. Yet the forbidden nature of it sent a dark thrill through her veins.
Neither of them noticed the small black dome hidden in the corner of the ceiling, its lens capturing every moment of their forbidden encounter.
In his office, Seenu sat transfixed before the monitor. His breath hitched as the CCTV showed Devika standing without her pallu, her saree dbangd only around her curves. His eyes widened when Vishnu's hand slid to her waist, fingers gripping the saree tuck.
With one smooth pull, the fabric loosened, baring her navel to his hungry gaze. Seenu leaned closer to the screen, his pulse racing as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away. How could Devika—the proper, professional Devika—allow a student to place his hands on her saree tuck and pull it low? The sight confirmed every fantasy he'd ever harbored about her.
Back in the toilet, Devika felt exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely powerful. The knowledge that she could evoke such naked desire in a young man was intoxicating.
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