Yesterday, 04:59 PM
Chapter 2 – “A New Apartment and Unspoken Secrets”
Mahesh walked down the stairs, his mind both confused and amused by what he had just witnessed.
He was suddenly pulled out of his trance when he heard a voice.
“Mahesh, isn’t it?” the voice asked.
Mahesh lifted his eyes and saw Prof. Nandhini standing in front of him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, still looking slightly unsettled.
“Why are you still here?” she asked. “The class ended almost an hour ago.”
With a hesitant tone, he answered, “Ma’am, I forgot my phone in the classroom. I came back to collect it, but the classroom was already locked.”
“Oh, I see,” she said thoughtfully. “Was it a black Samsung phone?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Raju, the attender, gave it to me when he locked the room. I have it in my office.”
She looked at him curiously.
“But what were you doing here for so long?” she asked.
Mahesh hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Ma’am… I was trying to find one of the faculty members so that the classroom could be opened, but I couldn’t find anyone.”
“We were in a meeting,” she explained. “Did you see Arif sir? He had to skip the meeting because of some emergency.”
Mahesh felt a sudden wave of nervousness but tried to keep his voice steady.
“No, ma’am. I haven’t seen Arif sir.”
“Alright,” she said. “Come with me. I’ll give you your phone.”
Mahesh nodded and quietly followed her toward the faculty offices.
Her office was at the far-left corner of the second floor. As they climbed the stairs together, Mahesh couldn't tear his eyes away from the gentle sway of his professor's ass, the soft curves of her body outlined perfectly beneath the fabric of her saree. The raw, explicit sexual encounter he had just witnessed was still burning in his mind, making him aware of every feminine form around him. A dull, persistent horniness throbbed in his groin.
When she reached her office door, Prof. Nandhini bent down to unlock it. The motion caused her pallu to shift, and for a breathtaking moment, Mahesh got a perfect glimpse down her blouse. Her big, heavy breasts were pressed against her blouse, straining the hooks and seeming to throb with each of her breaths. His eyes drifted lower, taking in the sight of her chubby, slightly protruded tummy. He was completely engrossed by the soft curve of her belly and even caught a brief flash of her deep belly button before she straightened up, turned the key, and pushed the door open.
For a moment he thought he was back in his college days spying on his teachers without them noticing.
Prof. Nandhini entered the room and picked up the phone lying on the table.
Turning toward Mahesh, she extended her hand and said, “Here you go.”
Her voice pulled Mahesh out of his wandering thoughts.
With a slightly awkward expression on his face, he took the phone from her and replied, “Thank you, ma’am.”
Prof. Nandhini smiled politely. “See you in class tomorrow.”
“Sure, ma’am. Bye,” Mahesh said.
With that, he stepped out of the room and walked down the corridor.
That was when Mahesh suddenly remembered about Abhi.
“What the hell…” he muttered.
He quickly took out his phone and unlocked it. The screen showed five missed calls.
“Shit.”
He immediately called Abhi back.
“Where the hell are you, man?” Abhi said the moment he picked up.
For a brief second, Mahesh thought about telling him about the unbelievable scene he had just witnessed.
But he decided against it.
“Sorry, bro,” Mahesh said. “The classroom was locked and all the teachers were in a meeting. I just got my phone now from Nandhini ma’am.”
“It’s okay,” Abhi replied. “You can come back here. I just met one of our classmates — Rahul. We had a fun chat while waiting for you near the bus stop. And you know… checking out the girls.”
He laughed.
“There are some really hot girls in our class. Anyway, I’ll tell you all about it after we check out our apartment.”
Mahesh chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in a second.”
He hung up the phone and immediately called the house owner. The man told him that he was waiting and that they could come and see the apartment right away.
Mahesh hurried back toward the college entrance where Abhi was waiting. Soon the two of them set off together to check out their new apartment, the place that would become their home during the years ahead.
When Mahesh reached the location, he felt a little confused. He couldn’t see any apartment building there. Instead, there was a small stationery shop that also sold snacks and drinks. In front of the shop were a few plastic tables and chairs placed under a large umbrella, probably meant for students who came there for tea or refreshments.
To the left of the shop, the ground sloped downward into a vacant grassy field below the road level.
Mahesh noticed two men talking inside the shop. One appeared to be in his mid-thirties, slightly overweight for his age, wearing large black-framed spectacles.
The other man looked older, probably in his mid-fifties. He was fair-skinned with grey hair, slightly bald at the top, and had a solid build. Both of them were holding cups of tea, half-filled with what looked like black tea.
Mahesh dialed the number of the house owner.
The elderly man picked up his phone, glanced toward Mahesh, and asked in a slightly tipsy voice,
“Are you Mahesh?”
“Yes,” Mahesh replied.
“Ahh, come, come. I’ve been waiting for you,” the man said warmly. “And who is this?”
“This is Abhinav,” Mahesh said. “He’s my classmate, and he’s also looking for a place to stay.”
“Okay, that’s fine. I think there’s enough space for both of you,” the man said with a grin.
“By the way, I’m Jacob. And this is Vinod. He rents this place from me to run his shop.”
“Nice to meet you,” Mahesh and Abhi said at the same time, smiling politely.
“Alright, let me show you the room,” Jacob said.
Jacob walked toward the left side of the shop and led them down a narrow staircase beside the building. The stairs went down below road level and opened into a small open area.
On the left side was a single door and a glass window.
From the outside, no one would ever imagine that there was a living space hidden beneath the shop.
Jacob unlocked the door and invited them inside.
When they stepped in, they saw a large hall. Two doorways opened from it — one leading to a bedroom and the other to a small kitchen.
A sofa sat in the left corner of the hall, while a table with four chairs stood in the right corner.
The door on the left opened into a bedroom with an attached bathroom. The door on the right led to a small kitchen, just large enough for cooking simple meals.
“It’s nothing fancy,” Jacob said. “But it’s good enough for two bachelors… even a small family could manage here.”
Mahesh looked around the apartment carefully. The place felt a bit like a private hideout, probably used by Jacob and his friends for weekend gatherings.
As if reading his thoughts, Jacob chuckled.
“I used to use this place for small get-togethers with my friends,” he said. “You know… a few drinks on weekends. But don’t worry. We have another place behind the shop now.”
“So,” he continued, “what do you think? Do you like it?”
Mahesh and Abhi looked around again. There was only one bedroom, which meant they would probably have to share the bed or take turns sleeping in the hall.
After discussing quietly for a moment, they both agreed.
“We like it,” Abhi said.
“Good,” Jacob replied. “The rent is 2000 rupees per month and you guys must pay 10,000 as deposit.”
They both agreed.
Abhi then asked, “What about washing clothes?”
“Oh yes, I forgot to mention,” Jacob said. “There’s a tap outside and a large washing rock behind the building. You can wash clothes there.”
He led them to the back of the building, where they also saw an outdoor bathroom that they could use if needed.
Mahesh and Abhi looked at each other and nodded.
The arrangement was simple but practical.
They decided to take the apartment.
They bought the basic things they needed — a mattress, cooking utensils, and a few household items.
By late evening, they had brought all their belongings to the room. After doing some basic cleaning and arranging their things, both of them felt completely exhausted. Neither of them had the energy to cook, so they decided to eat outside for the night.
When they returned, it was already around nine o’clock. Mahesh noticed that Jacob was still sitting at the shop, chatting with a few of his friends.
Mahesh and Abhi slowly made their way down to their room, feeling tired after the long day.
At that moment, there was only one question on their minds — who would sleep on the bed.
The bed was large enough for both of them, so after a brief discussion they decided to share it.
For Mahesh, it was a slightly strange feeling. The last time he had shared a bed with someone was during his college days, when he used to sleep beside his younger brother.
Too tired to think any further, they changed into a their t-shirt and lungi, switched off the light and lay down.
Within minutes of touching the mattress, both of them drifted into a deep sleep.
Mahesh did not know how long he had been asleep.
Suddenly—
“Aaaahhhh!”
A loud scream, high and sharp, shattered the silence of the night.
Mahesh’s eyes flew open. For a moment, he couldn't understand where he was. He quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table and checked the time.
11:00 PM.
The room was dark except for a faint yellow glow from the streetlight outside the shop slipping through the small window.
His heart began to pound. The scream had sounded very close.
He slowly lifted his head from the pillow and listened carefully. Beside him, Abhi was still fast asleep, breathing heavily after the exhausting day.
Mahesh sat up on the bed.
The night outside was unusually quiet. Even the usual sound of crickets seemed to have faded for a moment.
Then he heard something again.
A faint noise.
Not another scream this time… but something like hurried footsteps, followed by a low, guttural laugh.
Mahesh felt his curiosity rising again — a familiar, unsettling itch. The same force that had pulled him toward Dr. Arif’s door earlier that day was now pulling him toward the stairs.
He slowly got up and walked toward the door of their room. He opened it carefully and stepped outside into the small open space behind the shop. The cool night air brushed against his face.
Above him, the moon hung quietly in the sky.
Mahesh looked toward the shop. The lights there were off.
But he noticed a faint light coming from the small room behind the shop.
And he could hear voices.
Someone was arguing.
Mahesh slowly moved toward the narrow staircase leading up to the shop. He crept up the steps carefully, his bare feet silent against the cool concrete.
As he neared the top, the voices became clearer.
It was Jacob.
His voice thick with alcohol and something else—desire.
“Come on, don’t be a tease… you know you want it,” Jacob slurred.
“Please, let me go home, this is wrong. I don’t want to cheat him,” a woman’s voice pleaded, her words tinged with fear.
Mahesh’s heart hammered against his ribs.
He slowly leaned forward and looked across the shop floor. The shop itself was closed, but the door to
small room behind it was slightly open. Light spilled out through the gap.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jacob had a woman pinned against a small table, Jacob's back to the door. She was young looking, maybe in her late twenties, with a dark, desperate beauty Mahesh had never seen before. Her cheap cotton saree was torn at the shoulder, and Jacob’s large, rough hand was gripping her arm, holding her in place.
Yet something about the scene felt strange to Mahesh.
Her resistance seemed uncertain, almost conflicted.
Her pleas for help lacked genuine panic.
And when Jacob’s other hand roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her blouse, her gasp wasn't one of pain, but of a sharp, unwilling pleasure.
“Please…” she whispered again, but her body was arching into his touch.
Jacob laughed, a low, triumphant sound. “I knew it. You like it rough, don’t you, you little bitch?”
With a violent tug, he ripped her blouse open. The buttons popped and scattered across the floor. Her big, dark breasts spilled out, capped with nipples that were hard and erect in the dim light. Mahesh felt a surge of heat in his groin. He was disgusted with himself, but his body was responding with a mind of its own.
Jacob bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The woman cried out, her hands flying up to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there. Her hips began to grind against him.
Mahesh’s cock was rock hard, straining against his briefs. He couldn't help himself. He reached down, slid his lungi, and freed his shaft from his briefs, his fingers wrapping around the hot, throbbing length. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.
Jacob pushed her down onto the table, hiking up her saree and petticoat. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Her dark, hairy pussy was exposed, glistening with wetness. Jacob fumbled with his own pants, his cock springing free—thick, angry, and ready.
He didn't wait. He positioned himself at her entrance and, with a single, brutal thrust, buried himself inside her.
“Aaaahhhh!” she screamed again, but this time it was a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Jacob began to fuck her with a savage intensity, his hips slapping against her thighs with each thrust. The table groaned under their weight. The woman wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans filling the small room.
Mahesh was stroking his cock in time with Jacob’s thrusts, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of Jacob’s thick, glistening cock pistoning in and out of the woman’s willing cunt was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could see her juices coating his shaft, could hear the wet, sucking sounds of their coupling.
Jacob reached down and began to rub her clit, his fingers moving in a frantic circle. The woman’s body began to convulse, her back arching off the table.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice a raw, primal scream of pleasure.
Her orgasm seemed to trigger Jacob’s. With a loud roar, he slammed into her one last time, his body going rigid as he pumped his cum deep inside her.
Mahesh couldn't hold back any longer. With a choked gasp, he came, his hot cum spurting onto the floor in front of him. He sagged against the doorframe, his body trembling with the force of his release.
He watched as Jacob collapsed on top of the woman, both of them panting and spent. After a moment, Jacob rolled off her and stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants.
He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of contempt and satisfaction.
“Come on, get up,” he said, his voice gruff and cold. “I’ll walk you back.”
The woman slowly sat up, her body trembling. She quietly adjusted her torn saree, her face a mask of shame and satisfaction. She didn’t look at him as she stood up.
Mahesh quickly made his move back to his room, his mind reeling. His heart was still racing as he carefully moved away from the doorway and crept down the stairs.
He slipped back into his room as silently as possible.
Abhi was still asleep.
Mahesh lay down on the bed again, staring at the dark ceiling.
His mind refused to rest.
The images of the night replayed again and again in his head.
Two strange incidents in a single day.
First the secret he had witnessed at college.
Now this.
“What is happening in this place?” he wondered quietly.
His thoughts swirled endlessly until exhaustion slowly pulled him back into sleep once again.
The next morning, Mahesh woke up slowly to the sound of vessels clattering outside the shop.
For a few seconds he lay still, staring at the ceiling. The events of the previous night returned to him in fragments — the scream, the voices, the dim light behind the shop.
He turned his head.
Abhi was still asleep beside him, snoring lightly with one arm stretched across the mattress.
Mahesh checked his phone.
7:15 AM
Sunlight was slipping through the window now, lighting the small hall with a pale golden glow.
Mahesh sat up and rubbed his face.
For a moment he wondered if what he had seen the night before had been real or just a strange dream.
But the memory felt too vivid.
Who was that mystery woman? he thought.
He stood up quietly and walked outside.
Vinod was already busy at the shop, preparing tea for a few men sitting at the plastic tables.
Just then Abhi appeared behind him, stretching his arms.
“Good morning, Mahi,” he said sleepily.
“Morning,” Mahesh replied.
“Man, that mattress is better than I expected,” Abhi laughed.
Mahesh forced a small smile.
His mind was still somewhere else.
The two of them quickly washed up and started preparing a simple breakfast. Mahesh toasted some bread while Abhi made a two-egg omelette for both of them. After eating, they cleaned up the small kitchen and began walking toward the college.
The morning sun had just begun to warm the road, and students were already making their way toward the campus in small groups.
Abhi stretched his arms as they walked.
“Man… first day in a new town, new college, new life,” he said dramatically.
Mahesh smiled faintly.
Abhi suddenly nudged him with his elbow.
“So,” he said with a mischievous grin.
Mahesh looked at him.
“So what?”
“What do you think about our class?”
Mahesh shrugged casually.
“It’s fine.”
Abhi laughed.
“I’m not talking about the subjects, genius. I’m talking about the girls.”
Mahesh rolled his eyes.
“You started already?”
“Of course,” Abhi said. “There are only twelve people in our class. That means we have to do proper observation.”
Mahesh shook his head, trying not to laugh.
Abhi began counting on his fingers.
“That tall girl with the white scarf… Fathima, right? She seems very sweet. Quiet type.”
Mahesh nodded.
“Yeah… she looks nice.”
“And the stylish one… Parvathi,” Abhi continued. “Definitely the modern type.”
Mahesh smiled.
“Yeah, I noticed.”
Abhi lowered his voice slightly.
“And then there is Jasia.”
Mahesh felt a small jolt in his chest.
Abhi continued casually.
“She looks innocent, but those big eyes with all that mascara… dangerous combination,” he said jokingly. “I feel like she might secretly be the bold type.”
Mahesh suddenly felt uncomfortable.
The memory of the previous day flashed in his mind — the corridor, the locked door, the voices.
He quickly pushed the thought away.
“You’re imagining too much,” Mahesh said.
Abhi laughed.
“Maybe.”
Then he grinned again.
“But the most beautiful girl in our class is obvious.”
Mahesh already knew the answer.
“Aarathi,” Abhi said.
Mahesh stayed quiet.
Abhi looked at him carefully.
“You noticed too, right?”
Mahesh tried to act normal.
“She looks… nice.”
“Nice?” Abhi said dramatically. “Bro, she looks like the heroine of a Malayalam movie.”
Mahesh couldn’t help smiling slightly.
Abhi leaned closer and whispered,
“I’m telling you something… that girl will become the center of attention in our class.”
Mahesh looked ahead toward the college gate.
For some reason, he felt that Abhi might be right.
And he had a strange feeling that his life in this new college was only just beginning.
When they entered the classroom, most of the students were already there.
Mahesh and Abhi took their seats in the last row again.
A few minutes later, Aarathi walked into the classroom.
The morning sunlight from the window fell softly across her face. She was wearing a light blue churidar that made her look even more graceful.
Yet there was something slightly different about her today. Her usual calm smile was there, but it looked a little forced — as if she was trying hard to keep her composure. Her eyes seemed tired, and for a brief moment she paused near the door before walking inside.
Mahesh noticed it, though he couldn't quite understand why.
She walked toward the empty seat near Mahesh’s row.
As she passed by, a notebook slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.
Without thinking, Mahesh quickly bent down and picked it up.
“Here,” he said, handing it to her.
Aarathi looked slightly surprised.
“Thank you.”
Her voice was soft, though there was a faint heaviness in it.
Mahesh nodded awkwardly.
“No problem.”
For a brief moment they both stood there, unsure what to say.
Aarathi gave a small polite smile and returned to her seat.
Mahesh sat down again.
Abhi leaned toward him immediately.
“So it begins,” he whispered.
Mahesh glared at him.
“Shut up.”
But for the first time since arriving at TRM College, Mahesh felt something different.
A strange mixture of curiosity, excitement, and nervousness.
And he had a feeling that this girl might become an important part of his life.
Just then, the classroom door opened again.
Jasia walked in.
She was wearing a dark green kurti with a red scarf loosely wrapped around her head. Her large eyes scanned the classroom before she walked toward her seat.
For a brief moment, her eyes met Mahesh’s.
Mahesh felt his stomach tighten.
The memory of the previous day flashed across his mind like lightning.
He quickly looked down at his notebook.
Jasia hesitated for a moment… then walked toward the back row.
She stopped near Mahesh’s desk.
“Excuse me,” she said softly.
Mahesh looked up nervously.
“Can I borrow a pen? Mine isn’t working.”
Mahesh quickly handed one to her.
“Here.”
“Thanks,” she said.
But before walking away, she held his gaze for a second longer than necessary — almost as if she was trying to read something from his face.
Then she turned and walked back to her seat.
Mahesh slowly exhaled.
Abhi leaned closer again.
“Bro…” he whispered.
“What?”
“I feel like there’s already some drama in this class.”
Mahesh forced a small smile.
“Stop imagining things.”
But deep down, Mahesh wasn’t so sure.
The classroom slowly settled into silence as the morning classes began.
The first lecture was taken by Dr. Manoj. He walked in calmly with a pile of notes in his hand and began explaining mathematical concepts on the board. His voice was steady and patient, though for many students the equations already felt intimidating.
Mahesh tried to focus on the lecture, but his mind wandered several times. Every now and then his eyes drifted toward different parts of the classroom.
Abhi was busy copying notes.
Aarathi sat quietly near the window, writing carefully in her notebook. From time to time she paused, staring outside for a brief moment before returning to her notes.
Jasia sat just beside her.
Mahesh tried not to look at her, but his eyes kept drifting back to her seat unconsciously.
She seemed normal… perhaps too normal.
She listened to the lecture attentively, occasionally adjusting the red scarf around her head.
How can she behave like nothing happened? Mahesh wondered.
The second class was taken by Dr. Arjun, whose energetic teaching style made the room feel more lively. A few students even asked questions, and the class slowly started feeling less formal.
Soon the bell rang loudly through the corridor, announcing the lunch break.
Almost immediately the classroom filled with movement as students began packing their bags and stretching after the long morning of lectures.
Abhi leaned back in his chair.
“Finally,” he said dramatically. “My brain is completely fried.”
Mahesh chuckled.
“You barely wrote anything.”
“Observation is also learning,” Abhi replied proudly.
Just then Rahul walked toward their row carrying his lunch box.
“Hey guys,” he said casually. “Mind if I sit with you during lunch?”
“Of course,” Abhi replied immediately. “We were just about to go to the canteen.”
Rahul smiled.
“Good. I haven’t explored the campus yet.”
The three of them walked out of the classroom together.
The college canteen was already buzzing with noise. Students filled almost every table, talking loudly, laughing, and sharing food.
Mahesh and Abhi found an empty table and sat down. Rahul joined them and opened his lunch box.
“My mother packed way too much food,” he said. “You guys can share if you want.”
Abhi’s eyes lit up.
“This friendship is already promising.”
They began talking about the morning classes.
“That Manoj sir’s equations are already killing me,” Abhi said dramatically.
Rahul laughed.
“Wait until the exams.”
While they were talking, Mahesh noticed something happening at the next table.
Aarathi was sitting there with her lunch.
A moment later Fathima walked in, looking around for a place to sit. Their eyes met.
Fathima smiled politely.
“Is this seat free?” she asked.
Aarathi nodded.
“Yes, please.”
They began talking quietly.
A few minutes later Jasia arrived with a cup of tea in her hand. She hesitated for a moment before sitting at the same table.
At first the conversation between the three girls was cautious — the usual first-day questions.
“Where are you from?”
“Which college did you study in before?”
“How is the hostel?”
But slowly the conversation became easier.
Fathima spoke calmly and kindly.
Jasia occasionally added small jokes that made the others laugh.
Aarathi mostly listened, but she smiled more often now.
From across the room, Abhi noticed them.
He nudged Rahul.
“Looks like the girls’ side is forming their own group.”
Rahul smiled.
“That’s normal.”
Mahesh glanced toward their table.
The three girls seemed comfortable talking together now.
Not exactly friends yet.
But something about their conversation suggested they shared a similar wavelength.
Perhaps it was the beginning of something.
Back at Mahesh’s table, the conversation continued easily.
Rahul leaned back in his chair.
“Looks like our class might end up forming a small gang.”
Abhi laughed.
“If that happens, I’m definitely the leader.”
Mahesh shook his head.
But somewhere inside, he felt Rahul might be right.
None of them realized it yet.
But the casual conversations of that afternoon were slowly shaping a friendship circle that would define their days at TRM College.
And perhaps change all of their lives in ways they could not yet imagine.
After lunch, the students slowly returned to their classroom for the final lecture of the day.
The door opened.
Dr. Arif walked into the room.
Mahesh immediately felt a strange tension in his chest.
Arif greeted the class with his usual calm smile.
“Good afternoon everyone.”
“Good afternoon, sir,” the students responded.
Mahesh tried to focus on the lecture as Arif began explaining the basics of Classical Mechanics.
His explanations were clear and confident, and many students seemed impressed by his teaching.
But Mahesh barely heard half of what he was saying.
His attention kept shifting between the professor and Jasia.
At one point Arif walked across the classroom while explaining something on the board.
For a brief second his eyes moved toward Jasia.
It was subtle.
Almost unnoticeable.
But Mahesh saw it.
Jasia lowered her eyes immediately.
Mahesh’s heartbeat quickened.
Did anyone else notice that?
He glanced around.
Everyone else seemed focused on their notebooks.
Except Abhi, who was half asleep.
The lecture continued.
Near the end of the class, Arif closed his notebook and looked at the students.
“That’s enough for today,” he said.
Then he added casually,
“If anyone has doubts about the subject, you can come and meet me in my office later.”
Most students began packing their bags.
But as Mahesh stood up, something unusual caught his attention.
Jasia was still sitting.
She looked toward the door… then toward the corridor.
Almost as if she was waiting for something.
Then slowly she stood up and left the classroom alone.
Mahesh felt a strange pull inside him again.
The same uneasy curiosity that had dragged him to Arif’s office door the previous day.
Abhi stretched his arms beside him.
“Finally… class over,” he said lazily.
Mahesh nodded absentmindedly.
But his eyes were fixed on the corridor where Jasia had just disappeared.
A thought slowly formed in his mind.
Where is she going?
And more importantly—
Is she going to meet Arif?
Mahesh suddenly grabbed his notebook.
“I’ll come back in a minute,” he said to Abhi.
“Where are you going?” Abhi asked.
“Just… need to check something.”
Without waiting for a reply, Mahesh quietly walked out of the classroom.
Down the corridor, he saw a familiar figure turning toward the faculty rooms.
Jasia.
Mahesh slowed his steps, keeping his distance.
His curiosity was stronger than ever.
Something told him that if he followed her now…
he might discover another secret.
And this time, it might be even bigger.
He watched as Jasia’s figure disappeared down the corridor, turning left toward the faculty offices. Mahesh waited a few moments before moving again, giving her enough time to reach wherever she was going.
Then he followed.
The corridor leading to the faculty rooms was quieter than the rest of the building. The sounds of students talking faded behind him, replaced by an uneasy silence.
A few seconds later he saw her again.
Jasia was standing in front of a door near the end of the hall — the old staff records room, a small room rarely used during the day.
She knocked softly.
The door opened.
Dr. Arif stood inside.
Before Mahesh could fully process what he was seeing, Arif gently pulled her inside and closed the door behind them.
Mahesh’s heart began pounding.
So it’s true…
He moved slowly toward the door, trying not to make any sound.
He tried the handle. It was locked.
He moved to the narrow window on the side of the door, pushing aside a dusty Venetian blind slat. The view was partial, but it was enough.
Inside the small room, shelves of files created a cramped, intimate space. Jasia was standing with her back to the door, her body tense.
“I was so worried you wouldn’t come, Jasi,” Arif said, his voice a low murmur, not of command, but of genuine concern.
“I was scared, sir,” Jasia whispered back, and the familiar, formal address sent a jolt of confusion through Mahesh.
“What if someone saw us? Yesterday was… too much. In the college, on the first day…”
“I know, Jasi. I’m sorry,” he said softly, stepping closer and gently taking her hands.
“I couldn’t help myself. Seeing you after all this time… in my class… I lost control.” He brought her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I missed you.”
Mahesh stared, completely bewildered. The intimate words of endearment clashed with the formal address, creating a disorienting paradox. This was not the scene of forced submission he had expected. This was an intimate, whispered conversation between… what? Two people who clearly cared deeply for each other.
“I missed you too, sir,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “But this is dangerous. We have to be careful.”
“I know,” he said, his eyes roaming over her face. “That’s why I brought you here. No one comes to this room. We can have a few minutes. Just to be us.”
He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't the brutal, demanding kiss Mahesh had witnessed yesterday, but a deep, tender kiss of shared longing. Jasia melted into his arms, her hands rising to cup his face, her body pressing against his. Mahesh felt a confusing mix of relief and profound disappointment. The dark, thrilling secret he thought he was uncovering was just… a love affair.
But then Arif’s hands began to roam.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night, Jasi,” he whispered. “About this.”
His hands moved to the hem of her kurti.
“Can I see you? Just for a moment. It’s been too long.”
Jasia hesitated, a shy blush creeping up her neck. “Here? What if someone—”
“I locked the door, Jasi,” he assured her. “Please. It feels like I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”
His words seemed to sway her. With a soft sigh, she nodded. He smiled and slowly lifted her kurti, revealing her simple white bra. His eyes were filled with adoration as he reached behind her to unhook it. Her full, beautiful breasts spilled into his hands.
“You’re more beautiful every time I see you, Jasi,” he breathed, before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
Jasia let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the filing cabinet. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. It was a scene of pure, mutual passion. Mahesh watched, his own arousal returning, fueled by the raw intimacy of the moment. This wasn’t something forced or wrong—it was a secret engagement between two people who clearly cared for each other.
Arif worshipped her breasts for a long moment, his touch both worshipful and possessive. Then he pulled back breathing heavily.
“I want you so much, Jasi,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
“But I know we can’t… not here, not yet.”
He reached down and unbuckled his belt, freeing his already hard cock. Jasia’s eyes widened, but not with fear. With a hungry, knowing gaze.
“Then let me take care of you, sir,” she whispered, sinking to her knees before he could even ask.
She looked up at him with pure love and devotion as she took his thick shaft into her mouth. Arif groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. Jasia’s movements were practiced and loving, her tongue and lips working in a rhythm that spoke of familiarity and deep affection. She wasn't being forced; she was pleasuring the man she loved.
Mahesh was completely mesmerized by the sight. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking filled the small room, mingling with Arif’s soft moans of pleasure. It was the most intensely erotic thing he had ever seen, a secret world of shared passion he had accidentally stumbled into.
Arif’s hands tightened in her hair. “Jasi… I’m close,” he warned.
She only moaned in response, taking him deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. With a final, shuddering groan, Arif came, his body tensing as he filled her mouth. Jasia stayed with him, swallowing every drop before gently releasing him. She looked up, a small, satisfied smile on her lips as she wiped a stray drop from her chin.
Arif knelt down and pulled her into a fierce hug, kissing her deeply. “I love you, Jasi,” he whispered against her hair.
“I love you too, sir,” she replied, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding each other. Watching them, Mahesh suddenly felt like an intruder—like a peeping tom witnessing something deeply private. What he had stumbled upon was not a cheap secret to be exploited, but a quiet and tender connection hidden beneath layers of caution and strange formalities.
He didn’t wait to see them leave. Instead, he quietly walked away, his mind spinning in a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts.
He was more confused than ever.
They weren’t just a professor and his student. They were lovers who somehow balanced affection with formality—calling each other “sir” and “Jasi” in the same breath.
And the secret Mahesh now carried was no simple scandal.
It was something far more complicated—a forbidden romance wrapped in secrecy, caution, and unspoken rules.
And somehow, that made it feel even more dangerous.
Mahesh walked slowly back through the corridor, his thoughts tangled and restless.
Nothing about what he had just seen made sense.
Jasia and Dr. Arif.
Lovers.
But how?
Had they known each other before coming to this college? Were they secretly meeting even before the semester began? And why did she still call him sir even when they were alone?
The questions circled endlessly in Mahesh’s mind.
By the time he reached the classroom again, most of the students had already left.
Abhi was leaning against the desk, scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw Mahesh, he raised an eyebrow.
“Where did you disappear, man?” he asked. “You said you’d be back in a minute.”
Mahesh forced a casual smile and dropped his notebook on the desk.
“Nothing. Just… went to get some air.”
Abhi studied him for a moment.
“You look like something happened,” he said. “Did you get lost in the physics department already?”
Mahesh let out a small laugh.
“No, nothing like that.”
Abhi shrugged.
“Alright then. Let’s go before the canteen closes. I’m still hungry.”
They packed their bags and walked out of the classroom together.
The evening sun had begun to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the campus paths. Students were slowly leaving the buildings, some heading toward the main gate, others gathering in small groups under the trees.
Mahesh and Abhi walked down the sloping road that led away from the college.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Mahesh’s mind was still far away.
The image of Arif and Jasia standing together in that small records room replayed again and again in his head.
The way they spoke to each other.
The strange mix of affection and formality.
Sir… Jasi.
It made no sense.
Mahesh suddenly realized something.
This was a secret.
A dangerous one.
And now he was the only person who knew about it.
He glanced at Abhi walking beside him.
For a moment, he almost told him everything.
But the words stayed inside.
They continued walking down the quiet road toward their apartment, the small shop where vinod ran his business slowly coming into view.
Mahesh looked back once at the college building on the hill.
Somewhere inside those walls, a hidden story was unfolding.
And somehow…
he had already become part of it.
What Mahesh didn’t realize yet was that this secret and the people connected to it would soon pull him into a web of friendships, loyalties, and complications he had never imagined.
And this was only the beginning.
Mahesh walked down the stairs, his mind both confused and amused by what he had just witnessed.
He was suddenly pulled out of his trance when he heard a voice.
“Mahesh, isn’t it?” the voice asked.
Mahesh lifted his eyes and saw Prof. Nandhini standing in front of him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, still looking slightly unsettled.
“Why are you still here?” she asked. “The class ended almost an hour ago.”
With a hesitant tone, he answered, “Ma’am, I forgot my phone in the classroom. I came back to collect it, but the classroom was already locked.”
“Oh, I see,” she said thoughtfully. “Was it a black Samsung phone?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Raju, the attender, gave it to me when he locked the room. I have it in my office.”
She looked at him curiously.
“But what were you doing here for so long?” she asked.
Mahesh hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Ma’am… I was trying to find one of the faculty members so that the classroom could be opened, but I couldn’t find anyone.”
“We were in a meeting,” she explained. “Did you see Arif sir? He had to skip the meeting because of some emergency.”
Mahesh felt a sudden wave of nervousness but tried to keep his voice steady.
“No, ma’am. I haven’t seen Arif sir.”
“Alright,” she said. “Come with me. I’ll give you your phone.”
Mahesh nodded and quietly followed her toward the faculty offices.
Her office was at the far-left corner of the second floor. As they climbed the stairs together, Mahesh couldn't tear his eyes away from the gentle sway of his professor's ass, the soft curves of her body outlined perfectly beneath the fabric of her saree. The raw, explicit sexual encounter he had just witnessed was still burning in his mind, making him aware of every feminine form around him. A dull, persistent horniness throbbed in his groin.
When she reached her office door, Prof. Nandhini bent down to unlock it. The motion caused her pallu to shift, and for a breathtaking moment, Mahesh got a perfect glimpse down her blouse. Her big, heavy breasts were pressed against her blouse, straining the hooks and seeming to throb with each of her breaths. His eyes drifted lower, taking in the sight of her chubby, slightly protruded tummy. He was completely engrossed by the soft curve of her belly and even caught a brief flash of her deep belly button before she straightened up, turned the key, and pushed the door open.
For a moment he thought he was back in his college days spying on his teachers without them noticing.
Prof. Nandhini entered the room and picked up the phone lying on the table.
Turning toward Mahesh, she extended her hand and said, “Here you go.”
Her voice pulled Mahesh out of his wandering thoughts.
With a slightly awkward expression on his face, he took the phone from her and replied, “Thank you, ma’am.”
Prof. Nandhini smiled politely. “See you in class tomorrow.”
“Sure, ma’am. Bye,” Mahesh said.
With that, he stepped out of the room and walked down the corridor.
That was when Mahesh suddenly remembered about Abhi.
“What the hell…” he muttered.
He quickly took out his phone and unlocked it. The screen showed five missed calls.
“Shit.”
He immediately called Abhi back.
“Where the hell are you, man?” Abhi said the moment he picked up.
For a brief second, Mahesh thought about telling him about the unbelievable scene he had just witnessed.
But he decided against it.
“Sorry, bro,” Mahesh said. “The classroom was locked and all the teachers were in a meeting. I just got my phone now from Nandhini ma’am.”
“It’s okay,” Abhi replied. “You can come back here. I just met one of our classmates — Rahul. We had a fun chat while waiting for you near the bus stop. And you know… checking out the girls.”
He laughed.
“There are some really hot girls in our class. Anyway, I’ll tell you all about it after we check out our apartment.”
Mahesh chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in a second.”
He hung up the phone and immediately called the house owner. The man told him that he was waiting and that they could come and see the apartment right away.
Mahesh hurried back toward the college entrance where Abhi was waiting. Soon the two of them set off together to check out their new apartment, the place that would become their home during the years ahead.
When Mahesh reached the location, he felt a little confused. He couldn’t see any apartment building there. Instead, there was a small stationery shop that also sold snacks and drinks. In front of the shop were a few plastic tables and chairs placed under a large umbrella, probably meant for students who came there for tea or refreshments.
To the left of the shop, the ground sloped downward into a vacant grassy field below the road level.
Mahesh noticed two men talking inside the shop. One appeared to be in his mid-thirties, slightly overweight for his age, wearing large black-framed spectacles.
The other man looked older, probably in his mid-fifties. He was fair-skinned with grey hair, slightly bald at the top, and had a solid build. Both of them were holding cups of tea, half-filled with what looked like black tea.
Mahesh dialed the number of the house owner.
The elderly man picked up his phone, glanced toward Mahesh, and asked in a slightly tipsy voice,
“Are you Mahesh?”
“Yes,” Mahesh replied.
“Ahh, come, come. I’ve been waiting for you,” the man said warmly. “And who is this?”
“This is Abhinav,” Mahesh said. “He’s my classmate, and he’s also looking for a place to stay.”
“Okay, that’s fine. I think there’s enough space for both of you,” the man said with a grin.
“By the way, I’m Jacob. And this is Vinod. He rents this place from me to run his shop.”
“Nice to meet you,” Mahesh and Abhi said at the same time, smiling politely.
“Alright, let me show you the room,” Jacob said.
Jacob walked toward the left side of the shop and led them down a narrow staircase beside the building. The stairs went down below road level and opened into a small open area.
On the left side was a single door and a glass window.
From the outside, no one would ever imagine that there was a living space hidden beneath the shop.
Jacob unlocked the door and invited them inside.
When they stepped in, they saw a large hall. Two doorways opened from it — one leading to a bedroom and the other to a small kitchen.
A sofa sat in the left corner of the hall, while a table with four chairs stood in the right corner.
The door on the left opened into a bedroom with an attached bathroom. The door on the right led to a small kitchen, just large enough for cooking simple meals.
“It’s nothing fancy,” Jacob said. “But it’s good enough for two bachelors… even a small family could manage here.”
Mahesh looked around the apartment carefully. The place felt a bit like a private hideout, probably used by Jacob and his friends for weekend gatherings.
As if reading his thoughts, Jacob chuckled.
“I used to use this place for small get-togethers with my friends,” he said. “You know… a few drinks on weekends. But don’t worry. We have another place behind the shop now.”
“So,” he continued, “what do you think? Do you like it?”
Mahesh and Abhi looked around again. There was only one bedroom, which meant they would probably have to share the bed or take turns sleeping in the hall.
After discussing quietly for a moment, they both agreed.
“We like it,” Abhi said.
“Good,” Jacob replied. “The rent is 2000 rupees per month and you guys must pay 10,000 as deposit.”
They both agreed.
Abhi then asked, “What about washing clothes?”
“Oh yes, I forgot to mention,” Jacob said. “There’s a tap outside and a large washing rock behind the building. You can wash clothes there.”
He led them to the back of the building, where they also saw an outdoor bathroom that they could use if needed.
Mahesh and Abhi looked at each other and nodded.
The arrangement was simple but practical.
They decided to take the apartment.
They bought the basic things they needed — a mattress, cooking utensils, and a few household items.
By late evening, they had brought all their belongings to the room. After doing some basic cleaning and arranging their things, both of them felt completely exhausted. Neither of them had the energy to cook, so they decided to eat outside for the night.
When they returned, it was already around nine o’clock. Mahesh noticed that Jacob was still sitting at the shop, chatting with a few of his friends.
Mahesh and Abhi slowly made their way down to their room, feeling tired after the long day.
At that moment, there was only one question on their minds — who would sleep on the bed.
The bed was large enough for both of them, so after a brief discussion they decided to share it.
For Mahesh, it was a slightly strange feeling. The last time he had shared a bed with someone was during his college days, when he used to sleep beside his younger brother.
Too tired to think any further, they changed into a their t-shirt and lungi, switched off the light and lay down.
Within minutes of touching the mattress, both of them drifted into a deep sleep.
Mahesh did not know how long he had been asleep.
Suddenly—
“Aaaahhhh!”
A loud scream, high and sharp, shattered the silence of the night.
Mahesh’s eyes flew open. For a moment, he couldn't understand where he was. He quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table and checked the time.
11:00 PM.
The room was dark except for a faint yellow glow from the streetlight outside the shop slipping through the small window.
His heart began to pound. The scream had sounded very close.
He slowly lifted his head from the pillow and listened carefully. Beside him, Abhi was still fast asleep, breathing heavily after the exhausting day.
Mahesh sat up on the bed.
The night outside was unusually quiet. Even the usual sound of crickets seemed to have faded for a moment.
Then he heard something again.
A faint noise.
Not another scream this time… but something like hurried footsteps, followed by a low, guttural laugh.
Mahesh felt his curiosity rising again — a familiar, unsettling itch. The same force that had pulled him toward Dr. Arif’s door earlier that day was now pulling him toward the stairs.
He slowly got up and walked toward the door of their room. He opened it carefully and stepped outside into the small open space behind the shop. The cool night air brushed against his face.
Above him, the moon hung quietly in the sky.
Mahesh looked toward the shop. The lights there were off.
But he noticed a faint light coming from the small room behind the shop.
And he could hear voices.
Someone was arguing.
Mahesh slowly moved toward the narrow staircase leading up to the shop. He crept up the steps carefully, his bare feet silent against the cool concrete.
As he neared the top, the voices became clearer.
It was Jacob.
His voice thick with alcohol and something else—desire.
“Come on, don’t be a tease… you know you want it,” Jacob slurred.
“Please, let me go home, this is wrong. I don’t want to cheat him,” a woman’s voice pleaded, her words tinged with fear.
Mahesh’s heart hammered against his ribs.
He slowly leaned forward and looked across the shop floor. The shop itself was closed, but the door to
small room behind it was slightly open. Light spilled out through the gap.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jacob had a woman pinned against a small table, Jacob's back to the door. She was young looking, maybe in her late twenties, with a dark, desperate beauty Mahesh had never seen before. Her cheap cotton saree was torn at the shoulder, and Jacob’s large, rough hand was gripping her arm, holding her in place.
Yet something about the scene felt strange to Mahesh.
Her resistance seemed uncertain, almost conflicted.
Her pleas for help lacked genuine panic.
And when Jacob’s other hand roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her blouse, her gasp wasn't one of pain, but of a sharp, unwilling pleasure.
“Please…” she whispered again, but her body was arching into his touch.
Jacob laughed, a low, triumphant sound. “I knew it. You like it rough, don’t you, you little bitch?”
With a violent tug, he ripped her blouse open. The buttons popped and scattered across the floor. Her big, dark breasts spilled out, capped with nipples that were hard and erect in the dim light. Mahesh felt a surge of heat in his groin. He was disgusted with himself, but his body was responding with a mind of its own.
Jacob bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The woman cried out, her hands flying up to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there. Her hips began to grind against him.
Mahesh’s cock was rock hard, straining against his briefs. He couldn't help himself. He reached down, slid his lungi, and freed his shaft from his briefs, his fingers wrapping around the hot, throbbing length. He began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.
Jacob pushed her down onto the table, hiking up her saree and petticoat. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Her dark, hairy pussy was exposed, glistening with wetness. Jacob fumbled with his own pants, his cock springing free—thick, angry, and ready.
He didn't wait. He positioned himself at her entrance and, with a single, brutal thrust, buried himself inside her.
“Aaaahhhh!” she screamed again, but this time it was a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Jacob began to fuck her with a savage intensity, his hips slapping against her thighs with each thrust. The table groaned under their weight. The woman wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans filling the small room.
Mahesh was stroking his cock in time with Jacob’s thrusts, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of Jacob’s thick, glistening cock pistoning in and out of the woman’s willing cunt was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could see her juices coating his shaft, could hear the wet, sucking sounds of their coupling.
Jacob reached down and began to rub her clit, his fingers moving in a frantic circle. The woman’s body began to convulse, her back arching off the table.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice a raw, primal scream of pleasure.
Her orgasm seemed to trigger Jacob’s. With a loud roar, he slammed into her one last time, his body going rigid as he pumped his cum deep inside her.
Mahesh couldn't hold back any longer. With a choked gasp, he came, his hot cum spurting onto the floor in front of him. He sagged against the doorframe, his body trembling with the force of his release.
He watched as Jacob collapsed on top of the woman, both of them panting and spent. After a moment, Jacob rolled off her and stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants.
He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of contempt and satisfaction.
“Come on, get up,” he said, his voice gruff and cold. “I’ll walk you back.”
The woman slowly sat up, her body trembling. She quietly adjusted her torn saree, her face a mask of shame and satisfaction. She didn’t look at him as she stood up.
Mahesh quickly made his move back to his room, his mind reeling. His heart was still racing as he carefully moved away from the doorway and crept down the stairs.
He slipped back into his room as silently as possible.
Abhi was still asleep.
Mahesh lay down on the bed again, staring at the dark ceiling.
His mind refused to rest.
The images of the night replayed again and again in his head.
Two strange incidents in a single day.
First the secret he had witnessed at college.
Now this.
“What is happening in this place?” he wondered quietly.
His thoughts swirled endlessly until exhaustion slowly pulled him back into sleep once again.
The next morning, Mahesh woke up slowly to the sound of vessels clattering outside the shop.
For a few seconds he lay still, staring at the ceiling. The events of the previous night returned to him in fragments — the scream, the voices, the dim light behind the shop.
He turned his head.
Abhi was still asleep beside him, snoring lightly with one arm stretched across the mattress.
Mahesh checked his phone.
7:15 AM
Sunlight was slipping through the window now, lighting the small hall with a pale golden glow.
Mahesh sat up and rubbed his face.
For a moment he wondered if what he had seen the night before had been real or just a strange dream.
But the memory felt too vivid.
Who was that mystery woman? he thought.
He stood up quietly and walked outside.
Vinod was already busy at the shop, preparing tea for a few men sitting at the plastic tables.
Just then Abhi appeared behind him, stretching his arms.
“Good morning, Mahi,” he said sleepily.
“Morning,” Mahesh replied.
“Man, that mattress is better than I expected,” Abhi laughed.
Mahesh forced a small smile.
His mind was still somewhere else.
The two of them quickly washed up and started preparing a simple breakfast. Mahesh toasted some bread while Abhi made a two-egg omelette for both of them. After eating, they cleaned up the small kitchen and began walking toward the college.
The morning sun had just begun to warm the road, and students were already making their way toward the campus in small groups.
Abhi stretched his arms as they walked.
“Man… first day in a new town, new college, new life,” he said dramatically.
Mahesh smiled faintly.
Abhi suddenly nudged him with his elbow.
“So,” he said with a mischievous grin.
Mahesh looked at him.
“So what?”
“What do you think about our class?”
Mahesh shrugged casually.
“It’s fine.”
Abhi laughed.
“I’m not talking about the subjects, genius. I’m talking about the girls.”
Mahesh rolled his eyes.
“You started already?”
“Of course,” Abhi said. “There are only twelve people in our class. That means we have to do proper observation.”
Mahesh shook his head, trying not to laugh.
Abhi began counting on his fingers.
“That tall girl with the white scarf… Fathima, right? She seems very sweet. Quiet type.”
Mahesh nodded.
“Yeah… she looks nice.”
“And the stylish one… Parvathi,” Abhi continued. “Definitely the modern type.”
Mahesh smiled.
“Yeah, I noticed.”
Abhi lowered his voice slightly.
“And then there is Jasia.”
Mahesh felt a small jolt in his chest.
Abhi continued casually.
“She looks innocent, but those big eyes with all that mascara… dangerous combination,” he said jokingly. “I feel like she might secretly be the bold type.”
Mahesh suddenly felt uncomfortable.
The memory of the previous day flashed in his mind — the corridor, the locked door, the voices.
He quickly pushed the thought away.
“You’re imagining too much,” Mahesh said.
Abhi laughed.
“Maybe.”
Then he grinned again.
“But the most beautiful girl in our class is obvious.”
Mahesh already knew the answer.
“Aarathi,” Abhi said.
Mahesh stayed quiet.
Abhi looked at him carefully.
“You noticed too, right?”
Mahesh tried to act normal.
“She looks… nice.”
“Nice?” Abhi said dramatically. “Bro, she looks like the heroine of a Malayalam movie.”
Mahesh couldn’t help smiling slightly.
Abhi leaned closer and whispered,
“I’m telling you something… that girl will become the center of attention in our class.”
Mahesh looked ahead toward the college gate.
For some reason, he felt that Abhi might be right.
And he had a strange feeling that his life in this new college was only just beginning.
When they entered the classroom, most of the students were already there.
Mahesh and Abhi took their seats in the last row again.
A few minutes later, Aarathi walked into the classroom.
The morning sunlight from the window fell softly across her face. She was wearing a light blue churidar that made her look even more graceful.
Yet there was something slightly different about her today. Her usual calm smile was there, but it looked a little forced — as if she was trying hard to keep her composure. Her eyes seemed tired, and for a brief moment she paused near the door before walking inside.
Mahesh noticed it, though he couldn't quite understand why.
She walked toward the empty seat near Mahesh’s row.
As she passed by, a notebook slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.
Without thinking, Mahesh quickly bent down and picked it up.
“Here,” he said, handing it to her.
Aarathi looked slightly surprised.
“Thank you.”
Her voice was soft, though there was a faint heaviness in it.
Mahesh nodded awkwardly.
“No problem.”
For a brief moment they both stood there, unsure what to say.
Aarathi gave a small polite smile and returned to her seat.
Mahesh sat down again.
Abhi leaned toward him immediately.
“So it begins,” he whispered.
Mahesh glared at him.
“Shut up.”
But for the first time since arriving at TRM College, Mahesh felt something different.
A strange mixture of curiosity, excitement, and nervousness.
And he had a feeling that this girl might become an important part of his life.
Just then, the classroom door opened again.
Jasia walked in.
She was wearing a dark green kurti with a red scarf loosely wrapped around her head. Her large eyes scanned the classroom before she walked toward her seat.
For a brief moment, her eyes met Mahesh’s.
Mahesh felt his stomach tighten.
The memory of the previous day flashed across his mind like lightning.
He quickly looked down at his notebook.
Jasia hesitated for a moment… then walked toward the back row.
She stopped near Mahesh’s desk.
“Excuse me,” she said softly.
Mahesh looked up nervously.
“Can I borrow a pen? Mine isn’t working.”
Mahesh quickly handed one to her.
“Here.”
“Thanks,” she said.
But before walking away, she held his gaze for a second longer than necessary — almost as if she was trying to read something from his face.
Then she turned and walked back to her seat.
Mahesh slowly exhaled.
Abhi leaned closer again.
“Bro…” he whispered.
“What?”
“I feel like there’s already some drama in this class.”
Mahesh forced a small smile.
“Stop imagining things.”
But deep down, Mahesh wasn’t so sure.
The classroom slowly settled into silence as the morning classes began.
The first lecture was taken by Dr. Manoj. He walked in calmly with a pile of notes in his hand and began explaining mathematical concepts on the board. His voice was steady and patient, though for many students the equations already felt intimidating.
Mahesh tried to focus on the lecture, but his mind wandered several times. Every now and then his eyes drifted toward different parts of the classroom.
Abhi was busy copying notes.
Aarathi sat quietly near the window, writing carefully in her notebook. From time to time she paused, staring outside for a brief moment before returning to her notes.
Jasia sat just beside her.
Mahesh tried not to look at her, but his eyes kept drifting back to her seat unconsciously.
She seemed normal… perhaps too normal.
She listened to the lecture attentively, occasionally adjusting the red scarf around her head.
How can she behave like nothing happened? Mahesh wondered.
The second class was taken by Dr. Arjun, whose energetic teaching style made the room feel more lively. A few students even asked questions, and the class slowly started feeling less formal.
Soon the bell rang loudly through the corridor, announcing the lunch break.
Almost immediately the classroom filled with movement as students began packing their bags and stretching after the long morning of lectures.
Abhi leaned back in his chair.
“Finally,” he said dramatically. “My brain is completely fried.”
Mahesh chuckled.
“You barely wrote anything.”
“Observation is also learning,” Abhi replied proudly.
Just then Rahul walked toward their row carrying his lunch box.
“Hey guys,” he said casually. “Mind if I sit with you during lunch?”
“Of course,” Abhi replied immediately. “We were just about to go to the canteen.”
Rahul smiled.
“Good. I haven’t explored the campus yet.”
The three of them walked out of the classroom together.
The college canteen was already buzzing with noise. Students filled almost every table, talking loudly, laughing, and sharing food.
Mahesh and Abhi found an empty table and sat down. Rahul joined them and opened his lunch box.
“My mother packed way too much food,” he said. “You guys can share if you want.”
Abhi’s eyes lit up.
“This friendship is already promising.”
They began talking about the morning classes.
“That Manoj sir’s equations are already killing me,” Abhi said dramatically.
Rahul laughed.
“Wait until the exams.”
While they were talking, Mahesh noticed something happening at the next table.
Aarathi was sitting there with her lunch.
A moment later Fathima walked in, looking around for a place to sit. Their eyes met.
Fathima smiled politely.
“Is this seat free?” she asked.
Aarathi nodded.
“Yes, please.”
They began talking quietly.
A few minutes later Jasia arrived with a cup of tea in her hand. She hesitated for a moment before sitting at the same table.
At first the conversation between the three girls was cautious — the usual first-day questions.
“Where are you from?”
“Which college did you study in before?”
“How is the hostel?”
But slowly the conversation became easier.
Fathima spoke calmly and kindly.
Jasia occasionally added small jokes that made the others laugh.
Aarathi mostly listened, but she smiled more often now.
From across the room, Abhi noticed them.
He nudged Rahul.
“Looks like the girls’ side is forming their own group.”
Rahul smiled.
“That’s normal.”
Mahesh glanced toward their table.
The three girls seemed comfortable talking together now.
Not exactly friends yet.
But something about their conversation suggested they shared a similar wavelength.
Perhaps it was the beginning of something.
Back at Mahesh’s table, the conversation continued easily.
Rahul leaned back in his chair.
“Looks like our class might end up forming a small gang.”
Abhi laughed.
“If that happens, I’m definitely the leader.”
Mahesh shook his head.
But somewhere inside, he felt Rahul might be right.
None of them realized it yet.
But the casual conversations of that afternoon were slowly shaping a friendship circle that would define their days at TRM College.
And perhaps change all of their lives in ways they could not yet imagine.
After lunch, the students slowly returned to their classroom for the final lecture of the day.
The door opened.
Dr. Arif walked into the room.
Mahesh immediately felt a strange tension in his chest.
Arif greeted the class with his usual calm smile.
“Good afternoon everyone.”
“Good afternoon, sir,” the students responded.
Mahesh tried to focus on the lecture as Arif began explaining the basics of Classical Mechanics.
His explanations were clear and confident, and many students seemed impressed by his teaching.
But Mahesh barely heard half of what he was saying.
His attention kept shifting between the professor and Jasia.
At one point Arif walked across the classroom while explaining something on the board.
For a brief second his eyes moved toward Jasia.
It was subtle.
Almost unnoticeable.
But Mahesh saw it.
Jasia lowered her eyes immediately.
Mahesh’s heartbeat quickened.
Did anyone else notice that?
He glanced around.
Everyone else seemed focused on their notebooks.
Except Abhi, who was half asleep.
The lecture continued.
Near the end of the class, Arif closed his notebook and looked at the students.
“That’s enough for today,” he said.
Then he added casually,
“If anyone has doubts about the subject, you can come and meet me in my office later.”
Most students began packing their bags.
But as Mahesh stood up, something unusual caught his attention.
Jasia was still sitting.
She looked toward the door… then toward the corridor.
Almost as if she was waiting for something.
Then slowly she stood up and left the classroom alone.
Mahesh felt a strange pull inside him again.
The same uneasy curiosity that had dragged him to Arif’s office door the previous day.
Abhi stretched his arms beside him.
“Finally… class over,” he said lazily.
Mahesh nodded absentmindedly.
But his eyes were fixed on the corridor where Jasia had just disappeared.
A thought slowly formed in his mind.
Where is she going?
And more importantly—
Is she going to meet Arif?
Mahesh suddenly grabbed his notebook.
“I’ll come back in a minute,” he said to Abhi.
“Where are you going?” Abhi asked.
“Just… need to check something.”
Without waiting for a reply, Mahesh quietly walked out of the classroom.
Down the corridor, he saw a familiar figure turning toward the faculty rooms.
Jasia.
Mahesh slowed his steps, keeping his distance.
His curiosity was stronger than ever.
Something told him that if he followed her now…
he might discover another secret.
And this time, it might be even bigger.
He watched as Jasia’s figure disappeared down the corridor, turning left toward the faculty offices. Mahesh waited a few moments before moving again, giving her enough time to reach wherever she was going.
Then he followed.
The corridor leading to the faculty rooms was quieter than the rest of the building. The sounds of students talking faded behind him, replaced by an uneasy silence.
A few seconds later he saw her again.
Jasia was standing in front of a door near the end of the hall — the old staff records room, a small room rarely used during the day.
She knocked softly.
The door opened.
Dr. Arif stood inside.
Before Mahesh could fully process what he was seeing, Arif gently pulled her inside and closed the door behind them.
Mahesh’s heart began pounding.
So it’s true…
He moved slowly toward the door, trying not to make any sound.
He tried the handle. It was locked.
He moved to the narrow window on the side of the door, pushing aside a dusty Venetian blind slat. The view was partial, but it was enough.
Inside the small room, shelves of files created a cramped, intimate space. Jasia was standing with her back to the door, her body tense.
“I was so worried you wouldn’t come, Jasi,” Arif said, his voice a low murmur, not of command, but of genuine concern.
“I was scared, sir,” Jasia whispered back, and the familiar, formal address sent a jolt of confusion through Mahesh.
“What if someone saw us? Yesterday was… too much. In the college, on the first day…”
“I know, Jasi. I’m sorry,” he said softly, stepping closer and gently taking her hands.
“I couldn’t help myself. Seeing you after all this time… in my class… I lost control.” He brought her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I missed you.”
Mahesh stared, completely bewildered. The intimate words of endearment clashed with the formal address, creating a disorienting paradox. This was not the scene of forced submission he had expected. This was an intimate, whispered conversation between… what? Two people who clearly cared deeply for each other.
“I missed you too, sir,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “But this is dangerous. We have to be careful.”
“I know,” he said, his eyes roaming over her face. “That’s why I brought you here. No one comes to this room. We can have a few minutes. Just to be us.”
He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't the brutal, demanding kiss Mahesh had witnessed yesterday, but a deep, tender kiss of shared longing. Jasia melted into his arms, her hands rising to cup his face, her body pressing against his. Mahesh felt a confusing mix of relief and profound disappointment. The dark, thrilling secret he thought he was uncovering was just… a love affair.
But then Arif’s hands began to roam.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night, Jasi,” he whispered. “About this.”
His hands moved to the hem of her kurti.
“Can I see you? Just for a moment. It’s been too long.”
Jasia hesitated, a shy blush creeping up her neck. “Here? What if someone—”
“I locked the door, Jasi,” he assured her. “Please. It feels like I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”
His words seemed to sway her. With a soft sigh, she nodded. He smiled and slowly lifted her kurti, revealing her simple white bra. His eyes were filled with adoration as he reached behind her to unhook it. Her full, beautiful breasts spilled into his hands.
“You’re more beautiful every time I see you, Jasi,” he breathed, before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
Jasia let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the filing cabinet. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. It was a scene of pure, mutual passion. Mahesh watched, his own arousal returning, fueled by the raw intimacy of the moment. This wasn’t something forced or wrong—it was a secret engagement between two people who clearly cared for each other.
Arif worshipped her breasts for a long moment, his touch both worshipful and possessive. Then he pulled back breathing heavily.
“I want you so much, Jasi,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
“But I know we can’t… not here, not yet.”
He reached down and unbuckled his belt, freeing his already hard cock. Jasia’s eyes widened, but not with fear. With a hungry, knowing gaze.
“Then let me take care of you, sir,” she whispered, sinking to her knees before he could even ask.
She looked up at him with pure love and devotion as she took his thick shaft into her mouth. Arif groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. Jasia’s movements were practiced and loving, her tongue and lips working in a rhythm that spoke of familiarity and deep affection. She wasn't being forced; she was pleasuring the man she loved.
Mahesh was completely mesmerized by the sight. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking filled the small room, mingling with Arif’s soft moans of pleasure. It was the most intensely erotic thing he had ever seen, a secret world of shared passion he had accidentally stumbled into.
Arif’s hands tightened in her hair. “Jasi… I’m close,” he warned.
She only moaned in response, taking him deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. With a final, shuddering groan, Arif came, his body tensing as he filled her mouth. Jasia stayed with him, swallowing every drop before gently releasing him. She looked up, a small, satisfied smile on her lips as she wiped a stray drop from her chin.
Arif knelt down and pulled her into a fierce hug, kissing her deeply. “I love you, Jasi,” he whispered against her hair.
“I love you too, sir,” she replied, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding each other. Watching them, Mahesh suddenly felt like an intruder—like a peeping tom witnessing something deeply private. What he had stumbled upon was not a cheap secret to be exploited, but a quiet and tender connection hidden beneath layers of caution and strange formalities.
He didn’t wait to see them leave. Instead, he quietly walked away, his mind spinning in a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts.
He was more confused than ever.
They weren’t just a professor and his student. They were lovers who somehow balanced affection with formality—calling each other “sir” and “Jasi” in the same breath.
And the secret Mahesh now carried was no simple scandal.
It was something far more complicated—a forbidden romance wrapped in secrecy, caution, and unspoken rules.
And somehow, that made it feel even more dangerous.
Mahesh walked slowly back through the corridor, his thoughts tangled and restless.
Nothing about what he had just seen made sense.
Jasia and Dr. Arif.
Lovers.
But how?
Had they known each other before coming to this college? Were they secretly meeting even before the semester began? And why did she still call him sir even when they were alone?
The questions circled endlessly in Mahesh’s mind.
By the time he reached the classroom again, most of the students had already left.
Abhi was leaning against the desk, scrolling through his phone. The moment he saw Mahesh, he raised an eyebrow.
“Where did you disappear, man?” he asked. “You said you’d be back in a minute.”
Mahesh forced a casual smile and dropped his notebook on the desk.
“Nothing. Just… went to get some air.”
Abhi studied him for a moment.
“You look like something happened,” he said. “Did you get lost in the physics department already?”
Mahesh let out a small laugh.
“No, nothing like that.”
Abhi shrugged.
“Alright then. Let’s go before the canteen closes. I’m still hungry.”
They packed their bags and walked out of the classroom together.
The evening sun had begun to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the campus paths. Students were slowly leaving the buildings, some heading toward the main gate, others gathering in small groups under the trees.
Mahesh and Abhi walked down the sloping road that led away from the college.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Mahesh’s mind was still far away.
The image of Arif and Jasia standing together in that small records room replayed again and again in his head.
The way they spoke to each other.
The strange mix of affection and formality.
Sir… Jasi.
It made no sense.
Mahesh suddenly realized something.
This was a secret.
A dangerous one.
And now he was the only person who knew about it.
He glanced at Abhi walking beside him.
For a moment, he almost told him everything.
But the words stayed inside.
They continued walking down the quiet road toward their apartment, the small shop where vinod ran his business slowly coming into view.
Mahesh looked back once at the college building on the hill.
Somewhere inside those walls, a hidden story was unfolding.
And somehow…
he had already become part of it.
What Mahesh didn’t realize yet was that this secret and the people connected to it would soon pull him into a web of friendships, loyalties, and complications he had never imagined.
And this was only the beginning.
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