27-10-2025, 06:46 PM
The college hallway felt different this morning—too bright, too exposed. Devika adjusted her saree, ensuring it was wrapped high above her waist, properly tucked and pinned. Her hands kept checking the pleats nervously as she walked toward her classroom.
Her phone buzzed. A message from Seenu: Need to see you in my office immediately. Syllabus matter.
Devika stared at the screen, hesitation creeping up her spine. After yesterday with Vishnu, every interaction felt loaded with hidden meanings. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and changed direction toward the HOD's office.
Seenu looked up from his computer when she knocked, his glasses reflecting the blue light of whatever he'd been viewing. He quickly minimized the window.
Seenu: "Ah, Devika. Good morning. Please come in."
His eyes traveled down her figure as she entered, lingering momentarily at her waist before returning to her face. Devika felt exposed despite her carefully arranged saree.
Devika: "You wanted to see me about the syllabus?"
Seenu: "Yes, yes. We need to reorganize the reference books according to the new curriculum. I've been meaning to do this for weeks."
He gestured toward several shelves of biology texts across his office, some stacked haphazardly.
Seenu: "Would you mind helping? Your expertise would make this go much faster."
Devika nodded, eager to complete the task and leave. She moved toward the lower shelves, beginning to sort through molecular biology textbooks.
Seenu: "So, how are your special students doing? Vishnu in particular."
The textbook in Devika's hands nearly slipped. She tightened her grip, keeping her expression neutral.
Devika: "Why do you ask about Vishnu specifically?"
Seenu: "Just curious. He seems to be... benefiting from your teaching methods."
His smile didn't reach his eyes. Devika turned back to the books, uncomfortable heat spreading across her face.
Devika: "He's doing fine. All the students are progressing well."
Seenu: "You know, some teachers just lecture. But you... you really give them individual attention."
Devika concentrated on alphabetizing the genetics section, ignoring the implications in his tone. As she stretched to reach higher shelves, she felt her saree begin to loosen slightly. The careful tuck at her waist shifted with her movements.
Seenu: "Those books on the top shelf need organizing too. The taxonomy references."
Devika glanced up. The shelf was directly above where Seenu sat, his chair pushed back just enough that she would need to reach over him to access it.
Devika: "Perhaps you could—"
She stopped herself. Asking him to move would only draw attention, make it seem like she was uncomfortable around him. Which she was, but admitting that felt dangerous somehow.
Instead, she approached cautiously, stretching up on her toes to reach the shelf above his head. Her saree, already loosened from her earlier movements, slipped further. She felt the cool air of the air-conditioned office against her exposed midriff.
Seenu went completely still. From his position below, her navel was directly in his line of sight. Devika reached further, trying to grasp a book while maintaining distance, but the shelf was deep. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, his breath warm against her skin.
She finally grabbed the book she needed and quickly stepped back, adjusting her saree with her free hand. Seenu's eyes remained fixed on her waist, following the movement of her fingers as they tucked the fabric back into place.
Seenu: "Your Kerala dbanging style is... unique. Most women here don't know how to carry a saree with such grace."
Devika moved to another shelf, putting distance between them. She arranged books methodically, trying to work quickly.
Devika: "There are more books on this high shelf. Could you hand me that stool?"
Instead of passing the small stool that sat in the corner, Seenu stood up.
Seenu: "Let me help you. We'll finish faster if we work together."
Before she could protest, he positioned himself behind her as she stretched toward the top shelf. His chest pressed against her back as he reached up, ostensibly to help her with a heavy volume. The unexpected contact made her freeze.
Seenu: "Just steadying you," he murmured, his voice uncomfortably close to her ear.
His body pressed closer, his groin brushing against her. Devika felt trapped between the bookshelf and his body. His hand covered hers as they both held the same book, his other hand settling on her waist.
She inhaled sharply, catching the scent of his cologne mixed with the mustiness of old books. His face hovered near her neck, and she felt rather than heard his deep inhalation as he breathed in her scent.
Devika: "What are you doing?"
She stepped sideways, breaking the contact and clutching the book to her chest like a shield.
Seenu: "Working together. That's all."
His expression was perfectly innocent, but his eyes betrayed him—dark and hungry. Devika set the book down with unsteady hands.
Devika: "I think we've organized enough for today. I should prepare for my next class."
She gathered her things, moving toward the door. Seenu watched her retreat, leaning against his desk.
Seenu: "Vishnu is a fortunate young man to have such dedicated attention from you."
Devika paused at the door, uncertain of his meaning.
Seenu: "For his studies, of course. Your... special tutoring sessions must be very educational."
A chill ran through her. Did he know? Her hand tightened on the doorknob.
Devika: "I treat all my students with the same professional care."
Seenu: "Of course you do."
His eyes dropped deliberately to her waist, then back to her face. As Devika hurried from the office, she felt his gaze follow her all the way down the corridor, lingering on the sway of her hips with each step.
Her phone buzzed. A message from Seenu: Need to see you in my office immediately. Syllabus matter.
Devika stared at the screen, hesitation creeping up her spine. After yesterday with Vishnu, every interaction felt loaded with hidden meanings. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and changed direction toward the HOD's office.
Seenu looked up from his computer when she knocked, his glasses reflecting the blue light of whatever he'd been viewing. He quickly minimized the window.
Seenu: "Ah, Devika. Good morning. Please come in."
His eyes traveled down her figure as she entered, lingering momentarily at her waist before returning to her face. Devika felt exposed despite her carefully arranged saree.
Devika: "You wanted to see me about the syllabus?"
Seenu: "Yes, yes. We need to reorganize the reference books according to the new curriculum. I've been meaning to do this for weeks."
He gestured toward several shelves of biology texts across his office, some stacked haphazardly.
Seenu: "Would you mind helping? Your expertise would make this go much faster."
Devika nodded, eager to complete the task and leave. She moved toward the lower shelves, beginning to sort through molecular biology textbooks.
Seenu: "So, how are your special students doing? Vishnu in particular."
The textbook in Devika's hands nearly slipped. She tightened her grip, keeping her expression neutral.
Devika: "Why do you ask about Vishnu specifically?"
Seenu: "Just curious. He seems to be... benefiting from your teaching methods."
His smile didn't reach his eyes. Devika turned back to the books, uncomfortable heat spreading across her face.
Devika: "He's doing fine. All the students are progressing well."
Seenu: "You know, some teachers just lecture. But you... you really give them individual attention."
Devika concentrated on alphabetizing the genetics section, ignoring the implications in his tone. As she stretched to reach higher shelves, she felt her saree begin to loosen slightly. The careful tuck at her waist shifted with her movements.
Seenu: "Those books on the top shelf need organizing too. The taxonomy references."
Devika glanced up. The shelf was directly above where Seenu sat, his chair pushed back just enough that she would need to reach over him to access it.
Devika: "Perhaps you could—"
She stopped herself. Asking him to move would only draw attention, make it seem like she was uncomfortable around him. Which she was, but admitting that felt dangerous somehow.
Instead, she approached cautiously, stretching up on her toes to reach the shelf above his head. Her saree, already loosened from her earlier movements, slipped further. She felt the cool air of the air-conditioned office against her exposed midriff.
Seenu went completely still. From his position below, her navel was directly in his line of sight. Devika reached further, trying to grasp a book while maintaining distance, but the shelf was deep. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, his breath warm against her skin.
She finally grabbed the book she needed and quickly stepped back, adjusting her saree with her free hand. Seenu's eyes remained fixed on her waist, following the movement of her fingers as they tucked the fabric back into place.
Seenu: "Your Kerala dbanging style is... unique. Most women here don't know how to carry a saree with such grace."
Devika moved to another shelf, putting distance between them. She arranged books methodically, trying to work quickly.
Devika: "There are more books on this high shelf. Could you hand me that stool?"
Instead of passing the small stool that sat in the corner, Seenu stood up.
Seenu: "Let me help you. We'll finish faster if we work together."
Before she could protest, he positioned himself behind her as she stretched toward the top shelf. His chest pressed against her back as he reached up, ostensibly to help her with a heavy volume. The unexpected contact made her freeze.
Seenu: "Just steadying you," he murmured, his voice uncomfortably close to her ear.
His body pressed closer, his groin brushing against her. Devika felt trapped between the bookshelf and his body. His hand covered hers as they both held the same book, his other hand settling on her waist.
She inhaled sharply, catching the scent of his cologne mixed with the mustiness of old books. His face hovered near her neck, and she felt rather than heard his deep inhalation as he breathed in her scent.
Devika: "What are you doing?"
She stepped sideways, breaking the contact and clutching the book to her chest like a shield.
Seenu: "Working together. That's all."
His expression was perfectly innocent, but his eyes betrayed him—dark and hungry. Devika set the book down with unsteady hands.
Devika: "I think we've organized enough for today. I should prepare for my next class."
She gathered her things, moving toward the door. Seenu watched her retreat, leaning against his desk.
Seenu: "Vishnu is a fortunate young man to have such dedicated attention from you."
Devika paused at the door, uncertain of his meaning.
Seenu: "For his studies, of course. Your... special tutoring sessions must be very educational."
A chill ran through her. Did he know? Her hand tightened on the doorknob.
Devika: "I treat all my students with the same professional care."
Seenu: "Of course you do."
His eyes dropped deliberately to her waist, then back to her face. As Devika hurried from the office, she felt his gaze follow her all the way down the corridor, lingering on the sway of her hips with each step.
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