16-03-2026, 09:43 PM
Chapter 3: "Professor Nandhini's First Lecture"
It was hard for Mahesh to fall asleep that night. His mind kept returning to the two women he had seen that day, and the memories refused to leave him in peace.
He was deeply confused.
Questions kept circling endlessly in his head.
How did Jasia know Dr. Arif?
Were they really lovers?
Had they known each other long before coming to this college?
And then there was the other mystery.
Who was the woman he had seen with Jacob?
Mahesh turned restlessly on the mattress.
Would she come back again tonight?
The clock on his phone showed that it was already past eleven. Outside, the night had fallen completely silent. Even the usual sounds of insects seemed faint and distant.
Mahesh stared at the dark ceiling for a long time, his thoughts slowly drifting between curiosity and confusion.
Eventually, exhaustion began to take over.
And before he even realized it, Mahesh slowly drifted into sleep.
Mahesh did not know how long he had been asleep.
At some point during the night he felt something change around him.
The room seemed different.
The faint yellow light from the streetlamp outside was no longer there. Instead, a soft silver glow filled the room, as if moonlight had quietly slipped through the window.
Mahesh opened his eyes slowly.
Someone was standing near the bed.
At first the figure was only a silhouette, but as the person stepped closer, he could make out the soft outline of a woman.
She stood silently beside him.
Mahesh sat up slightly, confused but strangely calm.
“Who…?” he began to ask.
But the woman did not answer. She simply leaned down, her face hovering just inches from his. He could see her features now, and they were achingly familiar yet impossible to place. Was it the desperate beauty from the shop? The innocent boldness of Jasia? The serene grace of Aarathi? Her face was a shifting mosaic of all the women who had consumed his thoughts.
Before he could ask again, she moved. With a fluid, silent motion, she lifted the edge of his blanket and slid into the bed beside him. The mattress barely dipped under her weight. She was warm, her body radiating a heat that seeped through his thin t-shirt and sent a shiver of pure anticipation through him.
She didn't speak. She simply looked at him, her eyes dark pools of invitation in the moonlit room.
Then she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were soft, impossibly soft, and they moved against his with a practiced, deliberate slowness that stole the air from his lungs. This was real. The taste of her, the scent of her skin, the gentle pressure of her hand as it came to rest on his chest.
Mahesh’s mind, already a tangled mess of secrets and desires, went completely blank. All his confusion, all his questions, evaporated under the sheer, physical reality of her presence. His body took over. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and he kissed her back with a hunger he didn't know he possessed.
Her hands began to roam, exploring his chest, his stomach, tracing the line of his jaw with a possessive tenderness that made him ache.
She broke the kiss and looked down at him, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. Then she began to kiss her way down his body—his chin, his neck, the hollow of his throat. Her touch was electric. Mahesh’s breath came in ragged gasps. He was completely at her mercy, a willing captive to this silent, beautiful stranger who had stepped out of the shadows and into his bed.
He felt her hands tug at the waistband of his lungi. He lifted his hips without hesitation, helping her pull it down. His cock, already hard and throbbing, sprang free, standing tall in the silver light.
She paused for a moment, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. Then she lowered her head.
Mahesh cried out, a raw, guttural sound of pure pleasure, as her warm, wet mouth engulfed him. The feeling was so intense and immediate. He could feel every flick of her tongue, every gentle scbang of her teeth, every deep, sucking pull of her lips. She took him deeper, her movements confident and sure, her hands gripping his hips, holding him in place as she worshipped him with her mouth.
He looked down at her, at the beautiful, mysterious face that was a blur of all his obsessions and felt the pressure building to an impossible height. His hips began to buck, fucking her mouth as she took him deeper and deeper. He felt his balls tighten, the familiar, delicious coil of pleasure tightening in his groin.
He was going to cum.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head in place as the orgasm ripped through him. It was a violent, explosive release, a physical convulsion that stole his breath and shattered his senses. He poured himself into her mouth, his body arching off the bed, a silent scream on his lips.
And then… nothing.
The weight on the mattress vanished. The warm mouth was gone. The presence disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived.
Mahesh’s eyes flew open, wide and frantic. He was gasping for air, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The intense pleasure still hummed through his veins. He blinked, his eyes desperately scanning the darkness of the room.
The familiar shape of the ceiling came into focus. The faint glow of the streetlight from the window. The soft, even sound of breathing beside him.
He was alone.
Well, not entirely alone. He turned his head. Abhi was fast asleep on the other side of the mattress, snoring softly, completely oblivious.
A profound sense of confusion washed over Mahesh. He looked down and felt the sticky wetness in his briefs. It had been real. It had to have been real. He could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin.
But where did she go? How could she have just vanished?
He slowly sat up, his eyes scanning every corner of the small, dark room. There was no one. The door was still closed. The window was shut.
It was impossible.
And then, the cold, horrifying truth began to dawn on him. The impossible silence, the face that was both familiar and blurred, the sudden, inexplicable disappearance… it wasn't real. It couldn't have been.
It was only a dream.
Mahesh exhaled slowly and leaned back against the pillow.
A strange mixture of relief and disappointment washed over him. The mysterious woman, the intense moment, the lingering warmth—it had all been created by his own restless mind.
Perhaps it was no surprise.
After everything he had witnessed that day, his thoughts had refused to rest.
Eventually the tension in his body eased, and the quiet darkness of the room wrapped around him once again.
And this time, when sleep returned, it came without dreams.
Mahesh had no idea how long he had been asleep when a sharp sound suddenly cut through the quiet of the room.
Bzz… bzz… bzz…
Abhi’s phone alarm vibrated loudly on the wooden table beside the mattress.
Abhi groaned and reached for the phone.
For a moment he stared at the screen with sleepy eyes before sighing.
“Why did I set this so early…” he muttered.
Mahesh turned slightly on the mattress but did not wake. The exhaustion from the previous day still held him in deep sleep.
Abhi slowly sat up and stretched his arms. The room was still dim, the faint blue light of early morning slipping through the small window.
He checked the time.
6:00 AM.
Moving quietly so he wouldn’t wake Mahesh, Abhi got up and stepped outside. He carried a towel and a small bar of soap with him.
A little while later, the sound of water splashing could be heard from the outdoor bathroom behind the building.
Abhi took a quick but refreshing bath, letting the cold morning water wake him completely.
After changing into clean clothes, he wiped his hair dry and headed outwards.
Before leaving, he glanced once through the half-open door at Mahesh sleeping peacefully on the mattress.
“Sleep, scientist,” he whispered with a grin.
Then he quietly left.
Mahesh woke nearly an hour later.
Sunlight was now pouring through the window, lighting the small apartment with a warm golden glow.
He blinked slowly and stretched his arms.
For a moment he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Then he turned his head.
The space beside him was empty.
Abhi was gone.
Mahesh sat up.
“Where did he disappear this early…” he muttered.
He checked his phone.
7:05 AM.
Mahesh shrugged and got up.
He stepped outside and washed his face at the tap behind the building. The cool water helped clear the sleep from his mind.
Soon he returned to the room and began his usual routine.
First brushing his teeth.
Then a quick bath.
After drying himself and changing clothes, he walked into the tiny kitchen area and began preparing breakfast.
He placed slices of bread on the pan to toast and cracked eggs into a bowl.
Just as he began cooking, he heard footsteps coming down the staircase outside.
A moment later the door opened.
Abhi walked in.
Mahesh immediately noticed something different about him.
His hair was still damp from a recent bath, a faint line of sandalwood paste marked his forehead, and the smell of temple aroma clung lightly to his clothes.
Mahesh raised an eyebrow.
“You went to the temple?”
Abhi dropped onto the chair with a satisfied grin.
“Of course.”
Mahesh flipped the omelette in the pan.
“You woke up before sunrise for that?”
“Worth it,” Abhi said confidently. “The temple is beautiful in the morning.”
Mahesh smirked.
“Beautiful temple… or beautiful girls?”
Abhi laughed loudly.
“Both.”
Mahesh shook his head.
“You’re impossible.”
Abhi leaned forward.
“Bro, you should have come. Half the college seems to visit that temple in the morning.”
Mahesh chuckled.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m serious,” Abhi insisted. “I even saw someone from our class there.”
Mahesh paused.
“Who?”
Abhi smiled mischievously.
“Aarathi.”
Mahesh looked up immediately.
“What?”
“Yeah,” Abhi said casually. “She came with an older woman. Maybe her mother or aunt. She was wearing a simple white churidar… looked completely different from yesterday.”
Mahesh tried to sound casual.
“Did you talk to her?”
“Of course I did,” Abhi replied proudly.
Mahesh laughed.
“You talked to her… in the temple?”
“Why not?” Abhi shrugged. “I can talk to anyone.”
That was true.
Abhi had a strange ability to start conversations with strangers as if they had known each other for years.
“So what did you say?” Mahesh asked.
“Just said good morning and asked if she lives nearby,” Abhi said while reaching for the omelette Mahesh placed on the table.
“And?”
“She was polite,” Abhi said. “Very calm type. But she seemed a little surprised to see someone from class there.”
Mahesh nodded slowly.
For some reason the image stayed in his mind.
Aarathi… standing quietly in a temple early in the morning.
There was something about her.
Something he couldn’t quite explain.
After breakfast they cleaned the plates, locked the room, and started walking toward the college.
The morning air was fresh, and the road leading uphill toward TRM College was already filling with students.
Some were walking in groups, laughing and chatting.
Others rode bicycles slowly up the slope.
Abhi stretched his arms as they walked.
“Second day of college,” he said dramatically. “Our legendary student life begins.”
Mahesh smiled faintly.
They continued walking until the large archway of the college entrance came into view.
The golden letters “TRM College, Velinadu” gleamed under the morning sunlight.
Just as they reached the arch, someone called from behind.
“Hey! Mahesh!”
Mahesh turned around.
Two familiar faces were walking toward them.
It was Rahul and Fathima.
Rahul waved cheerfully.
“Good morning!”
“Morning,” Abhi replied first.
Mahesh smiled.
“Good morning.”
Rahul walked beside them.
“Looks like we’re all heading the same way.”
Fathima adjusted the white scarf over her head and smiled politely.
“You both stay near town?”
Abhi shook his head.
“No, we rented a place just near the stationery shop down the road.”
Rahul’s eyes widened.
“Oh really? I pass that road every day.”
“Same here,” Fathima added.
Mahesh looked curious.
“You both come by bus?”
Rahul nodded.
“Yeah. There’s a bus that stops at velinadu bus station. I take it every morning.”
Fathima smiled slightly.
“I take the same bus. Our houses are at the same bus route.”
Abhi clapped his hands dramatically.
“Perfect! Now we have a travel gang.”
Rahul laughed.
“Looks like it.”
They continued walking together through the archway and up the hill.
Students were scattered along the pathway under the tall trees.
The campus slowly came alive around them.
As they reached the Physics department building, Rahul pointed toward the staircase.
“Classroom 303 again, right?”
“Yeah,” Mahesh said.
The four of them climbed the stairs together.
The corridor was already filled with students preparing for the morning lecture.
Inside the classroom a few of their classmates had already arrived.
Abhi leaned toward Mahesh and whispered quietly,
“Look at that… our class group is already forming.”
Mahesh glanced around the room.
Rahul took a seat in the second row.
Fathima joined the girls' side near the window.
Abhi and Mahesh walked to their usual place in the back row.
Across the aisle on the girls’ side, Anjana and Nithya were already seated in the front row, quietly discussing something while arranging their notebooks.
The door opened again.
Two girls walked in together.
Mahesh immediately noticed them.
Parvathi and Jasia.
Parvathi walked in first, wearing a black jacket over a white T-shirt and dark jeans, her confident stride immediately drawing attention. Behind her came Jasia, dressed in a soft green kurti with her red scarf loosely covering her head.
They were talking quietly as they entered.
Mahesh leaned slightly toward Abhi.
“Looks like they came together.”
Abhi nodded.
Rahul turned slightly from the row ahead and whispered,
“Hostel mates.”
Mahesh raised an eyebrow.
Rahul continued quietly,
“I saw them yesterday morning near the hostel building. I think they share the same room.”
That explained the easy conversation between them.
Parvathi walked to her seat in the middle row near the window, placing her bag casually on the chair.
Jasia sat in the last row on the girls’ side, directly across from Mahesh’s row.
For a brief second her eyes met Mahesh’s again.
Mahesh quickly looked away.
Abhi noticed.
“Bro,” he whispered, “you’re acting suspicious whenever she looks at you.”
Mahesh frowned.
“Stop imagining things.”
But his mind was not calm.
He remembered the previous afternoon — the locked room, the whispers, the secret he had accidentally witnessed.
Jasia looked completely normal now.
She opened her notebook and began arranging her pen as if nothing unusual existed in her life.
Mahesh wondered how someone could behave so calmly while hiding something like that.
Then Abhi suddenly nudged him.
“Wait.”
Mahesh followed his gaze.
The seat beside Jasia was empty.
Aarathi’s seat.
Mahesh frowned.
“Maybe she’s late.”
Abhi glanced toward the door.
Students were already settling down.
But Aarathi still hadn’t arrived.
A minute later the classroom door opened again.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
But it was only Asif, walking in casually and dropping into his seat in the front row beside an empty chair.
Mahesh looked back toward Aarathi’s seat.
Still empty.
Abhi whispered,
“That’s strange.”
Mahesh nodded slightly.
“You said you saw her at the temple this morning.”
“Yeah,” Abhi replied quietly. “She looked fine.”
Mahesh’s curiosity slowly began to grow.
If she had been at the temple earlier…
Why wasn’t she in class now?
The classroom gradually fell silent as footsteps approached in the corridor.
A moment later the door opened.
Dr. Manoj entered the classroom.
He placed his books neatly on the table and looked at the class over his spectacles.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, sir,” the students replied together.
Mahesh opened his notebook.
But before the lecture even began, his eyes moved once again toward the empty chair near the window.
Aarathi’s seat.
Still untouched.
And for some reason, that small absence had already begun to bother him more than he expected.
As Dr. Manoj began writing equations across the board, Mahesh tried to focus.
But the quiet question kept returning to his mind.
Where was Aarathi?
And why did he suddenly care so much?
Dr. Manoj’s lecture ended after nearly an hour of dense equations and explanations. The moment he closed his notebook and stepped out of the classroom, the room relaxed slightly. Students stretched their arms, whispered to each other, and flipped through their notes.
A few minutes later, another figure appeared at the door.
Dr. Pramodh Bhaskar.
He entered slowly, carrying a thick textbook and a bundle of handwritten notes. His serious expression immediately brought silence back to the classroom.
“Good morning,” he said in his deep voice.
“Good morning, sir,” the class replied.
He placed his books on the table and wrote two words on the board in large letters.
Quantum Mechanics.
Several students exchanged glances.
Abhi leaned slightly toward Mahesh and whispered,
“Here comes the real headache.”
Mahesh suppressed a smile.
Pramodh sir began explaining the foundations of quantum theory. His teaching style was firm and structured. He rarely joked, and he expected students to pay attention.
Despite the seriousness of the lecture, Mahesh’s attention wandered from time to time.
Once again, his eyes drifted toward the empty seat near the window.
Aarathi still hadn’t come.
Abhi noticed the same thing and whispered quietly,
“She still hasn’t arrived.”
Mahesh nodded slightly but said nothing.
Meanwhile, across the room, Parvathi sat with her chin resting on her hand, occasionally tapping her pen against the desk. Jasia listened attentively, writing down notes carefully, her red scarf falling softly over her shoulder.
Rahul in the row ahead was trying his best to follow the lecture, though his confused expression suggested the subject was already testing him.
Vishnu, sitting beside him, kept glancing across the aisle toward Parvathi whenever he thought no one was looking.
The hour passed slowly.
Finally, the bell rang.
Pramodh sir closed his notebook.
“That’s enough for today. Read the first chapter before tomorrow’s class.”
With that, he walked out.
Lunch Break
The classroom instantly filled with noise again.
Abhi stretched dramatically.
“I swear quantum mechanics is trying to kill us.”
Rahul laughed as he stood up.
“You’ll survive.”
The boys packed their notebooks and began heading toward the canteen.
On the girls’ side, Parvathi and Jasia stood up together. Fathima joined them near the door, and the three of them walked out talking quietly.
Mahesh noticed how easily they seemed to move together already.
Abhi nudged him.
“Let’s go before the canteen runs out of food.”
The boys made their way down the corridor and toward the canteen, joining the midday crowd of students.
Lunch passed in relaxed conversation. Most of the discussion revolved around the morning classes, the confusing quantum concepts, and the general chaos of their second day at college.
But once again, Aarathi’s absence quietly lingered in Mahesh’s mind.
After lunch, the students slowly returned to Classroom 303. There was a slightly different energy in the room now, a palpable sense of anticipation that hadn't been there for the earlier lectures.
Abhi leaned toward Mahesh and whispered, a grin on his face, “Final class of the day.”
Rahul added with a knowing smile, “And it’s Nandhini ma’am.”
That alone was enough to make several of the boys straighten their backs and smooth their shirts.
A moment later, the door opened.
Prof. Nandhini entered the classroom.
The shift in the atmosphere was immediate. It was as if someone had turned up the voltage. She was wearing a deep maroon saree that afternoon, the silk clinging to her curves in a way that was both elegant and tantalizingly suggestive. The cream-colored blouse was high-necked and simple, with no revealing cuts. Yet, the way the soft silk clung to her form was a silent, powerful statement. It didn't expose; it suggested. It outlined the generous curve of her hips and the narrowness of her waist before flowing over her bosom, the fabric stretched taut just enough to hint at the full, heavy breasts beneath. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun, her face framed by a few artful strands, and her golden spectacles perched on her nose, giving her an air of intellectual authority that was, in its own way, intoxicating.
The class stood up, a chorus of slightly more eager than necessary voices. “Good afternoon, ma’am.”
“Good afternoon,” she replied, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate in the air. “Sit down.”
As she moved toward the board, Mahesh’s eyes were fixed on the gentle sway of her hips, the way the maroon silk flowed around her body like liquid. He wasn't the only one. Vishnu in the front row was staring so openly he almost forgot to sit down. Abhi beside Mahesh was practically leaning out of his aisle.
Nandhini ma’am began explaining the basics of Electronics, drawing simple circuit diagrams on the board.
But Mahesh wasn't hearing about resistors or capacitors. He was watching her. He watched the way her bangles jingled softly on her wrist as she wrote, the way her saree’s pallu would sometimes slip, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and how she would casually tuck it back in, a gesture so unconscious it was infinitely more appealing.
At one point, while explaining a circuit diagram, she walked toward the back row where Mahesh and Abhi were sitting. The air grew thick with her scent—a mix of jasmine and something else, something warm and aromatic. She stopped beside their desk and leaned over to glance at Mahesh’s notebook. As she bent forward, her pallu shifted, and Mahesh was gifted with a breathtaking view down her blouse. Her full, heavy breasts were pressed together, the deep valley between them shadowed and inviting. He could see the delicate lace trim of her bra.
“You’re following the derivation correctly,” she said, her voice close enough to his ear that he felt a shiver run down his spine.
He could only manage a choked, “Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled briefly, a slow, knowing smile that seemed to hold a secret just for him, before continuing the explanation for the entire class.
Abhi leaned slightly toward him once she walked away, his voice a rough whisper. “Bro… did you see that? I think I just died and went to heaven.”
Mahesh rolled his eyes, but his heart was pounding against his ribs. “Shut up.”
The class continued for another thirty minutes. The room remained unusually attentive until the end.
Finally, the bell rang.
Nandhini ma’am closed her notebook and looked at the students. “That’s enough for today. Tomorrow we’ll continue with the next topic.”
She gave the class one last, warm smile before leaving the room.
As soon as she stepped out, the tension in the room dissolved into a wave of nervous chatter. Abhi stretched again. “Okay,” he said dramatically, “that was the most attentive I’ve been all day.”
Rahul laughed. “Of course it was.”
Mahesh packed his notebook slowly, his mind still replaying the image of her leaning over his desk. But even as the class ended, his mind returned once again to the same thought. The empty seat near the window. Aarathi had not come to class at all that day.
As the students filed out, Mahesh was the last to leave. He walked out into the now-empty corridor, his thoughts a tangled mess of Nandhini’s smile and Aarathi’s absence. He was about to head down the stairs when he heard a voice from around the corner. It was Prof. Nandhini’s.
He froze, stepping back into the shadows of the doorway.
“…I don’t care, Arjun,” she was saying, her voice no longer warm and melodic, but low and sharp. “It was reckless. You can’t just do things like that.”
Another voice replied, one Mahesh recognized instantly from yesterday’s lively Spectroscopy class. It was Dr. Arjun Nair, the young, energetic professor with the friendly smile. “It was just a bit of fun, Nandhini. Don’t be so uptight.”
“Fun?” she hissed, a dangerous edge to her voice. “In the staff room? While everyone was at lunch? You could have been caught. What is wrong with you?”
“Oh, come on,” Arjun said, his tone dismissive and arrogant, a stark contrast to the charming persona he showed in class. “You know you liked it. Bending you over the table, lifting your saree… you were dripping wet. I could feel it.”
“That’s not the point!” she snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else Mahesh couldn’t place. “The risk is the point. We agreed. Never on campus. That’s the one rule.”
“Rules are meant to be broken,” he said smoothly, his voice dropping into the same practiced charm he used on his students. “Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be over in an hour.”
There was a heavy silence. Mahesh could almost hear her internal struggle, the war between her dignity and a craving she couldn't seem to control.
“Fine,” she finally said, her voice defeated. “But this has to stop, Arjun. I mean it.”
“It will,” he promised, a smug grin in his voice. “I’ll make you forget all about being angry.”
Mahesh heard footsteps walking away. He held his breath, waiting. A moment later, Prof. Nandhini walked past his hiding spot, her face a mask of cold fury and profound humiliation. She didn’t see him.
Mahesh remained frozen in the corridor for a few seconds after Prof. Nandhini walked past him.
The echo of the conversation he had overheard still rang in his ears.
Her voice… the anger in it… the humiliation.
And the other voice.
Dr. Arjun.
Mahesh leaned against the wall, his mind racing.
What had he just heard?
The image of Prof. Nandhini standing in class earlier that day — calm, composed, respected by everyone — clashed violently with the vulnerable woman he had just heard behind that door.
He ran a hand through his hair.
“I need to clear my head,” he muttered.
Instead of returning directly to the apartment, Mahesh began walking slowly through the quieter side of the campus.
The afternoon sun was softer now, filtering through the tall trees that lined the old pathways. This part of the college felt very different from the busy academic blocks. Fewer students came here, and the atmosphere was calm and almost secluded.
Mahesh walked past the back of the laboratory building and continued along a narrow path that curved toward the staff quarters.
He had noticed the houses from a distance before but had never really paid attention to them.
A neat row of small, identical houses stood along the edge of the campus road. Each had a small garden in front, with flowering plants and short boundary fences. It looked like a quiet little residential world hidden inside the college grounds.
Mahesh slowed his steps.
Ahead of him, he saw a familiar figure walking toward the houses.
Prof. Nandhini.
She walked quickly, her posture stiff, her face still tense.
Mahesh instinctively stepped behind a large tree near the path.
From there he watched.
She walked past the first house.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Finally, she stopped in front of the fourth house in the row.
Mahesh’s curiosity immediately sharpened.
So this is where she lives…
Nandhini unlocked the front door and went inside. For a brief moment, the door remained slightly open before it slowly closed behind her.
Mahesh stayed hidden for a few seconds.
His heart was beating faster now.
He didn’t even know why he was still standing there.
But something inside him refused to let him leave.
He moved quietly toward the edge of the road and spotted the large mango tree standing near the side of the house.
Its thick branches and heavy leaves cast deep shadows on the ground.
Perfect cover.
Mahesh slipped behind the tree and positioned himself where he could see the front of the house without being easily noticed.
The house looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Birds chirped somewhere in the trees above. A faint breeze moved the leaves gently.
Mahesh checked the time on his phone.
He remembered what he had heard.
An hour.
He leaned against the rough bark of the tree and waited.
Minutes passed slowly.
Every small sound made him tense.
Then, after what felt like forever, Mahesh noticed a figure walking down the path from the college side.
His eyes narrowed.
It was Dr. Arjun.
He was walking quickly, glancing around as if making sure no one was watching.
Mahesh’s hand immediately slipped into his pocket, gripping his phone tightly.
His heartbeat began to race again.
Whatever was about to happen next…
Mahesh had a feeling he was about to witness something he wasn’t supposed to see.
And this time…he was ready.
He crept closer, moving silently along the hedge that bordered the garden. The window to the living room was open, the curtains drawn but not fully closed, leaving a gap he could see through.
Dr. Arjun was already inside, standing in the middle of the room. Nandhini turned to face him, her expression weary but resolute.
“This has to be the last time, Arjun,” she said, her voice low and tense. “I can’t do this anymore. The guilt… it’s eating me alive.”
“You say that every time,” he said, his voice a rough, confident whisper. He stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. “But you don’t mean it. You can’t mean it.” He trailed off, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.
“I do,” she whispered, but she didn’t push him away. “My husband… he’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve this.”
“Let him be a good man five hundred miles away,” Arjun growled, his lips brushing against her neck. “What can he give you from there, Nandhini? Talk? He can’t give you this.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the hard bulge in his trousers. “He can’t give you what you need.”
Nandhini let out a shaky breath, her resolve crumbling under the familiar, intoxicating touch.
“You’re a monster.”
“Only for you,” he murmured, his hands now roughly pulling the pallu of her saree. “Remember the library? Last month? Behind the reference stacks? You were so quiet, but I felt you shaking.”
“The janitor almost caught us,” she breathed, her voice losing its fight, the memory of the pleasure already overriding her guilt.
“Remember the chemistry lab?” he continued, his voice thick with lust as he began to unbutton her blouse. “Bent over the workbench, your ass pressed against me… you screamed so loud I thought they’d hear us in the next building.”
Mahesh’s blood ran cold. They were talking about their encounters, right here on campus. In the places where students studied. He fumbled for his phone, his hands trembling. He had to record this. He had to have proof.
“My husband… he tries,” she whispered, a tear tracing a path down her cheek as Arjun stripped off her top, revealing a simple white bra. “But he’s… he’s not… enough. He can’t…” She couldn't finish the sentence, the shame too great.
“I know,” Arjun said, his voice softening for a moment into something almost like pity. “That’s why I’m here. To be enough.”
He unhooked her bra, and her full breasts spilled out. He bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Nandhini cried out, her hands flying to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there, pulling him closer. Mahesh’s phone was in his hand, the camera app open. He aimed it through the gap in the curtains, his finger hovering over the record button. He pressed it.
What he witnessed next burned itself into his memory.
Arjun stripped her with brutal efficiency, tearing her saree and panties away until she was completely naked. He pushed her down to her knees. His cock was already out, thick and imposing, a good 7 inches of throbbing meat with a thick, angry vein running along its underside. It was the weapon that shattered her will every single time, and she was powerless against it.
“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Nandhini didn't hesitate. Her resistance was gone, replaced by a desperate, hungry need. She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching wide around his girth. Mahesh zoomed in slightly, capturing the sight of her beautiful, professorial face contorted around the shaft of another man. Her head began to bob, her movements practiced and desperate. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand pumping the base. She wasn't just sucking him; she was worshipping the very thing that destroyed her resolve, the pleasure so immense it made her forget everything else.
Arjun grabbed a fistful of her hair, his hips beginning to thrust, fucking her mouth.
“That’s it, take it all,” he groaned. “You look so much better with my dick in your mouth than you do lecturing about circuits.”
She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending a shudder through him. After a few more minutes, he pulled out, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. He yanked her to her feet and pushed her onto the rug in the middle of the living room.
He spread her legs wide. Mahesh had a perfect view. Her pussy was beautiful, a neat triangle of dark, trimmed hair framing swollen, glistening lips. She was soaking wet, her juices already dampening the hair and trickling down her thighs, a testament to her body’s betrayal of her mind.
Arjun knelt between her legs and buried his face in her cunt. His head moved with a frantic, hungry energy, his tongue lapping at her folds, his lips sucking on her engorged clit. The sound was wet and obscene.
Slurp... lick... suck...
Nandhini’s back arched off the floor, her hands fisting in the carpet. Her moans were loud, unrestrained, the sounds of a woman completely lost to lust. She was no longer the lonely wife or the respected professor. She was a creature of pure, desperate need, and she needed this to survive.
“Please… Arjun… please fuck me,” she begged, her voice ragged, all thoughts of her husband and her guilt washed away by the tidal wave of desire.
He rose up, his face glistening with her wetness. He positioned his massive cock at her entrance and, with one vicious thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” she screamed, a raw, primal sound of pleasure and pain as she was stretched open, filled in a way only he could.
He began to fuck her with a savage intensity that Mahesh had only ever seen in the most aggressive pornography. His hips were a blur, driving into her again and again. The sound was a brutal, percussive beat of flesh against flesh.
Thwack... thwack... thwack...
Her wetness made it even lewder, a loud, sucking squish with every deep, punishing stroke. He held her legs apart, his grip bruising, his face a mask of grim concentration and raw desire. This wasn't an affair; it was a conquest, and she was a willing, conquered territory.
Mahesh was recording everything, his own cock rock hard, a sickening mix of disgust and arousal churning within him. He was capturing the complete and utter degradation of the woman he had fantasized about just hours ago.
Arjun suddenly pulled out and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up into the air. He entered her from behind, even deeper this time. The new angle allowed him to hit a spot inside her that made her wail.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!” she screamed into the rug.
He reached around and began to roughly rub her clit as he pounded into her. Their bodies were slick with sweat. Nandhini was begging now, a stream of incoherent pleas for more, harder, deeper. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the house. Her whole body convulsed, and she collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
Arjun followed moments later, roaring as he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his body convulsing as he pumped her full of his cum.
They collapsed in a heap, panting and spent. Mahesh stopped the recording, his hand shaking so badly he almost dropped the phone. He had it. The proof.
He crept away, his heart hammering, and ran. He didn't stop until he was back in his room, the door locked behind him.
His body hummed with a dark, electric energy. He had it. The truth.
“Mahesh! You’re back!” Abhi’s cheerful voice cut through his thoughts. He was sitting on his bed, flipping through a textbook. “You missed the fun. We were all planning to go for tea. Where did you disappear to?”
Mahesh’s mind went blank. He shoved his phone deep into his pocket. “Nowhere. Just… walked around a bit. Felt a headache coming on.”
“Again?” Abhi frowned, concerned. “You need to take better care, bro. Want me to get you a paracetamol?”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Mahesh said quickly. “Just need to… use the bathroom.”
He practically ran to the small, cramped bathroom attached to their room, locking the door behind him. He leaned against the door, his heart racing. He pulled out his phone, his hands trembling as he opened the video gallery.
He pressed play.
The screen lit up with the image of Nandhini’s living room. He watched her, the respected professor, on her knees, her mouth full of Arjun’s cock. He listened to her desperate pleas as he fucked her from behind, her body betraying her with every shuddering orgasm. The sounds, the sights, the raw, primal energy of it all—it was too much.
His own cock was painfully hard, straining against his jeans. He unzipped them, freeing his throbbing shaft. He leaned against the wall, his phone held in one hand, his cock in the other. He began to stroke himself in time with the brutal thrusts on the screen. He watched her face, a mask of agonized ecstasy, and imagined he was the one making her scream.
The image of her leaning over his desk in class, her scent, the shadowed valley between her breasts, merged with the raw, depraved woman on the screen. The contradiction was intoxicating.
He felt his orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in his groin. He aimed his cock down, toward the toilet bowl, his strokes becoming faster, more frantic. On the screen, Arjun roared as he came inside her. That was it.
With a choked gasp, Mahesh exploded. His hot cum spurted out in thick, powerful jets, a desperate, visceral tribute to the secret he now owned. He sagged against the wall, his body trembling, his phone still playing the sounds of their spent panting.
He stood there for a long time, the evidence of his lust swirling away in the water below. He looked at the phone, at the paused image of Nandhini’s face, slick with sweat and tears. He didn't just have a secret anymore. He had power. And he knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning.
It was hard for Mahesh to fall asleep that night. His mind kept returning to the two women he had seen that day, and the memories refused to leave him in peace.
He was deeply confused.
Questions kept circling endlessly in his head.
How did Jasia know Dr. Arif?
Were they really lovers?
Had they known each other long before coming to this college?
And then there was the other mystery.
Who was the woman he had seen with Jacob?
Mahesh turned restlessly on the mattress.
Would she come back again tonight?
The clock on his phone showed that it was already past eleven. Outside, the night had fallen completely silent. Even the usual sounds of insects seemed faint and distant.
Mahesh stared at the dark ceiling for a long time, his thoughts slowly drifting between curiosity and confusion.
Eventually, exhaustion began to take over.
And before he even realized it, Mahesh slowly drifted into sleep.
Mahesh did not know how long he had been asleep.
At some point during the night he felt something change around him.
The room seemed different.
The faint yellow light from the streetlamp outside was no longer there. Instead, a soft silver glow filled the room, as if moonlight had quietly slipped through the window.
Mahesh opened his eyes slowly.
Someone was standing near the bed.
At first the figure was only a silhouette, but as the person stepped closer, he could make out the soft outline of a woman.
She stood silently beside him.
Mahesh sat up slightly, confused but strangely calm.
“Who…?” he began to ask.
But the woman did not answer. She simply leaned down, her face hovering just inches from his. He could see her features now, and they were achingly familiar yet impossible to place. Was it the desperate beauty from the shop? The innocent boldness of Jasia? The serene grace of Aarathi? Her face was a shifting mosaic of all the women who had consumed his thoughts.
Before he could ask again, she moved. With a fluid, silent motion, she lifted the edge of his blanket and slid into the bed beside him. The mattress barely dipped under her weight. She was warm, her body radiating a heat that seeped through his thin t-shirt and sent a shiver of pure anticipation through him.
She didn't speak. She simply looked at him, her eyes dark pools of invitation in the moonlit room.
Then she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were soft, impossibly soft, and they moved against his with a practiced, deliberate slowness that stole the air from his lungs. This was real. The taste of her, the scent of her skin, the gentle pressure of her hand as it came to rest on his chest.
Mahesh’s mind, already a tangled mess of secrets and desires, went completely blank. All his confusion, all his questions, evaporated under the sheer, physical reality of her presence. His body took over. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and he kissed her back with a hunger he didn't know he possessed.
Her hands began to roam, exploring his chest, his stomach, tracing the line of his jaw with a possessive tenderness that made him ache.
She broke the kiss and looked down at him, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. Then she began to kiss her way down his body—his chin, his neck, the hollow of his throat. Her touch was electric. Mahesh’s breath came in ragged gasps. He was completely at her mercy, a willing captive to this silent, beautiful stranger who had stepped out of the shadows and into his bed.
He felt her hands tug at the waistband of his lungi. He lifted his hips without hesitation, helping her pull it down. His cock, already hard and throbbing, sprang free, standing tall in the silver light.
She paused for a moment, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. Then she lowered her head.
Mahesh cried out, a raw, guttural sound of pure pleasure, as her warm, wet mouth engulfed him. The feeling was so intense and immediate. He could feel every flick of her tongue, every gentle scbang of her teeth, every deep, sucking pull of her lips. She took him deeper, her movements confident and sure, her hands gripping his hips, holding him in place as she worshipped him with her mouth.
He looked down at her, at the beautiful, mysterious face that was a blur of all his obsessions and felt the pressure building to an impossible height. His hips began to buck, fucking her mouth as she took him deeper and deeper. He felt his balls tighten, the familiar, delicious coil of pleasure tightening in his groin.
He was going to cum.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head in place as the orgasm ripped through him. It was a violent, explosive release, a physical convulsion that stole his breath and shattered his senses. He poured himself into her mouth, his body arching off the bed, a silent scream on his lips.
And then… nothing.
The weight on the mattress vanished. The warm mouth was gone. The presence disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived.
Mahesh’s eyes flew open, wide and frantic. He was gasping for air, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The intense pleasure still hummed through his veins. He blinked, his eyes desperately scanning the darkness of the room.
The familiar shape of the ceiling came into focus. The faint glow of the streetlight from the window. The soft, even sound of breathing beside him.
He was alone.
Well, not entirely alone. He turned his head. Abhi was fast asleep on the other side of the mattress, snoring softly, completely oblivious.
A profound sense of confusion washed over Mahesh. He looked down and felt the sticky wetness in his briefs. It had been real. It had to have been real. He could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin.
But where did she go? How could she have just vanished?
He slowly sat up, his eyes scanning every corner of the small, dark room. There was no one. The door was still closed. The window was shut.
It was impossible.
And then, the cold, horrifying truth began to dawn on him. The impossible silence, the face that was both familiar and blurred, the sudden, inexplicable disappearance… it wasn't real. It couldn't have been.
It was only a dream.
Mahesh exhaled slowly and leaned back against the pillow.
A strange mixture of relief and disappointment washed over him. The mysterious woman, the intense moment, the lingering warmth—it had all been created by his own restless mind.
Perhaps it was no surprise.
After everything he had witnessed that day, his thoughts had refused to rest.
Eventually the tension in his body eased, and the quiet darkness of the room wrapped around him once again.
And this time, when sleep returned, it came without dreams.
Mahesh had no idea how long he had been asleep when a sharp sound suddenly cut through the quiet of the room.
Bzz… bzz… bzz…
Abhi’s phone alarm vibrated loudly on the wooden table beside the mattress.
Abhi groaned and reached for the phone.
For a moment he stared at the screen with sleepy eyes before sighing.
“Why did I set this so early…” he muttered.
Mahesh turned slightly on the mattress but did not wake. The exhaustion from the previous day still held him in deep sleep.
Abhi slowly sat up and stretched his arms. The room was still dim, the faint blue light of early morning slipping through the small window.
He checked the time.
6:00 AM.
Moving quietly so he wouldn’t wake Mahesh, Abhi got up and stepped outside. He carried a towel and a small bar of soap with him.
A little while later, the sound of water splashing could be heard from the outdoor bathroom behind the building.
Abhi took a quick but refreshing bath, letting the cold morning water wake him completely.
After changing into clean clothes, he wiped his hair dry and headed outwards.
Before leaving, he glanced once through the half-open door at Mahesh sleeping peacefully on the mattress.
“Sleep, scientist,” he whispered with a grin.
Then he quietly left.
Mahesh woke nearly an hour later.
Sunlight was now pouring through the window, lighting the small apartment with a warm golden glow.
He blinked slowly and stretched his arms.
For a moment he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Then he turned his head.
The space beside him was empty.
Abhi was gone.
Mahesh sat up.
“Where did he disappear this early…” he muttered.
He checked his phone.
7:05 AM.
Mahesh shrugged and got up.
He stepped outside and washed his face at the tap behind the building. The cool water helped clear the sleep from his mind.
Soon he returned to the room and began his usual routine.
First brushing his teeth.
Then a quick bath.
After drying himself and changing clothes, he walked into the tiny kitchen area and began preparing breakfast.
He placed slices of bread on the pan to toast and cracked eggs into a bowl.
Just as he began cooking, he heard footsteps coming down the staircase outside.
A moment later the door opened.
Abhi walked in.
Mahesh immediately noticed something different about him.
His hair was still damp from a recent bath, a faint line of sandalwood paste marked his forehead, and the smell of temple aroma clung lightly to his clothes.
Mahesh raised an eyebrow.
“You went to the temple?”
Abhi dropped onto the chair with a satisfied grin.
“Of course.”
Mahesh flipped the omelette in the pan.
“You woke up before sunrise for that?”
“Worth it,” Abhi said confidently. “The temple is beautiful in the morning.”
Mahesh smirked.
“Beautiful temple… or beautiful girls?”
Abhi laughed loudly.
“Both.”
Mahesh shook his head.
“You’re impossible.”
Abhi leaned forward.
“Bro, you should have come. Half the college seems to visit that temple in the morning.”
Mahesh chuckled.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m serious,” Abhi insisted. “I even saw someone from our class there.”
Mahesh paused.
“Who?”
Abhi smiled mischievously.
“Aarathi.”
Mahesh looked up immediately.
“What?”
“Yeah,” Abhi said casually. “She came with an older woman. Maybe her mother or aunt. She was wearing a simple white churidar… looked completely different from yesterday.”
Mahesh tried to sound casual.
“Did you talk to her?”
“Of course I did,” Abhi replied proudly.
Mahesh laughed.
“You talked to her… in the temple?”
“Why not?” Abhi shrugged. “I can talk to anyone.”
That was true.
Abhi had a strange ability to start conversations with strangers as if they had known each other for years.
“So what did you say?” Mahesh asked.
“Just said good morning and asked if she lives nearby,” Abhi said while reaching for the omelette Mahesh placed on the table.
“And?”
“She was polite,” Abhi said. “Very calm type. But she seemed a little surprised to see someone from class there.”
Mahesh nodded slowly.
For some reason the image stayed in his mind.
Aarathi… standing quietly in a temple early in the morning.
There was something about her.
Something he couldn’t quite explain.
After breakfast they cleaned the plates, locked the room, and started walking toward the college.
The morning air was fresh, and the road leading uphill toward TRM College was already filling with students.
Some were walking in groups, laughing and chatting.
Others rode bicycles slowly up the slope.
Abhi stretched his arms as they walked.
“Second day of college,” he said dramatically. “Our legendary student life begins.”
Mahesh smiled faintly.
They continued walking until the large archway of the college entrance came into view.
The golden letters “TRM College, Velinadu” gleamed under the morning sunlight.
Just as they reached the arch, someone called from behind.
“Hey! Mahesh!”
Mahesh turned around.
Two familiar faces were walking toward them.
It was Rahul and Fathima.
Rahul waved cheerfully.
“Good morning!”
“Morning,” Abhi replied first.
Mahesh smiled.
“Good morning.”
Rahul walked beside them.
“Looks like we’re all heading the same way.”
Fathima adjusted the white scarf over her head and smiled politely.
“You both stay near town?”
Abhi shook his head.
“No, we rented a place just near the stationery shop down the road.”
Rahul’s eyes widened.
“Oh really? I pass that road every day.”
“Same here,” Fathima added.
Mahesh looked curious.
“You both come by bus?”
Rahul nodded.
“Yeah. There’s a bus that stops at velinadu bus station. I take it every morning.”
Fathima smiled slightly.
“I take the same bus. Our houses are at the same bus route.”
Abhi clapped his hands dramatically.
“Perfect! Now we have a travel gang.”
Rahul laughed.
“Looks like it.”
They continued walking together through the archway and up the hill.
Students were scattered along the pathway under the tall trees.
The campus slowly came alive around them.
As they reached the Physics department building, Rahul pointed toward the staircase.
“Classroom 303 again, right?”
“Yeah,” Mahesh said.
The four of them climbed the stairs together.
The corridor was already filled with students preparing for the morning lecture.
Inside the classroom a few of their classmates had already arrived.
Abhi leaned toward Mahesh and whispered quietly,
“Look at that… our class group is already forming.”
Mahesh glanced around the room.
Rahul took a seat in the second row.
Fathima joined the girls' side near the window.
Abhi and Mahesh walked to their usual place in the back row.
Across the aisle on the girls’ side, Anjana and Nithya were already seated in the front row, quietly discussing something while arranging their notebooks.
The door opened again.
Two girls walked in together.
Mahesh immediately noticed them.
Parvathi and Jasia.
Parvathi walked in first, wearing a black jacket over a white T-shirt and dark jeans, her confident stride immediately drawing attention. Behind her came Jasia, dressed in a soft green kurti with her red scarf loosely covering her head.
They were talking quietly as they entered.
Mahesh leaned slightly toward Abhi.
“Looks like they came together.”
Abhi nodded.
Rahul turned slightly from the row ahead and whispered,
“Hostel mates.”
Mahesh raised an eyebrow.
Rahul continued quietly,
“I saw them yesterday morning near the hostel building. I think they share the same room.”
That explained the easy conversation between them.
Parvathi walked to her seat in the middle row near the window, placing her bag casually on the chair.
Jasia sat in the last row on the girls’ side, directly across from Mahesh’s row.
For a brief second her eyes met Mahesh’s again.
Mahesh quickly looked away.
Abhi noticed.
“Bro,” he whispered, “you’re acting suspicious whenever she looks at you.”
Mahesh frowned.
“Stop imagining things.”
But his mind was not calm.
He remembered the previous afternoon — the locked room, the whispers, the secret he had accidentally witnessed.
Jasia looked completely normal now.
She opened her notebook and began arranging her pen as if nothing unusual existed in her life.
Mahesh wondered how someone could behave so calmly while hiding something like that.
Then Abhi suddenly nudged him.
“Wait.”
Mahesh followed his gaze.
The seat beside Jasia was empty.
Aarathi’s seat.
Mahesh frowned.
“Maybe she’s late.”
Abhi glanced toward the door.
Students were already settling down.
But Aarathi still hadn’t arrived.
A minute later the classroom door opened again.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
But it was only Asif, walking in casually and dropping into his seat in the front row beside an empty chair.
Mahesh looked back toward Aarathi’s seat.
Still empty.
Abhi whispered,
“That’s strange.”
Mahesh nodded slightly.
“You said you saw her at the temple this morning.”
“Yeah,” Abhi replied quietly. “She looked fine.”
Mahesh’s curiosity slowly began to grow.
If she had been at the temple earlier…
Why wasn’t she in class now?
The classroom gradually fell silent as footsteps approached in the corridor.
A moment later the door opened.
Dr. Manoj entered the classroom.
He placed his books neatly on the table and looked at the class over his spectacles.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, sir,” the students replied together.
Mahesh opened his notebook.
But before the lecture even began, his eyes moved once again toward the empty chair near the window.
Aarathi’s seat.
Still untouched.
And for some reason, that small absence had already begun to bother him more than he expected.
As Dr. Manoj began writing equations across the board, Mahesh tried to focus.
But the quiet question kept returning to his mind.
Where was Aarathi?
And why did he suddenly care so much?
Dr. Manoj’s lecture ended after nearly an hour of dense equations and explanations. The moment he closed his notebook and stepped out of the classroom, the room relaxed slightly. Students stretched their arms, whispered to each other, and flipped through their notes.
A few minutes later, another figure appeared at the door.
Dr. Pramodh Bhaskar.
He entered slowly, carrying a thick textbook and a bundle of handwritten notes. His serious expression immediately brought silence back to the classroom.
“Good morning,” he said in his deep voice.
“Good morning, sir,” the class replied.
He placed his books on the table and wrote two words on the board in large letters.
Quantum Mechanics.
Several students exchanged glances.
Abhi leaned slightly toward Mahesh and whispered,
“Here comes the real headache.”
Mahesh suppressed a smile.
Pramodh sir began explaining the foundations of quantum theory. His teaching style was firm and structured. He rarely joked, and he expected students to pay attention.
Despite the seriousness of the lecture, Mahesh’s attention wandered from time to time.
Once again, his eyes drifted toward the empty seat near the window.
Aarathi still hadn’t come.
Abhi noticed the same thing and whispered quietly,
“She still hasn’t arrived.”
Mahesh nodded slightly but said nothing.
Meanwhile, across the room, Parvathi sat with her chin resting on her hand, occasionally tapping her pen against the desk. Jasia listened attentively, writing down notes carefully, her red scarf falling softly over her shoulder.
Rahul in the row ahead was trying his best to follow the lecture, though his confused expression suggested the subject was already testing him.
Vishnu, sitting beside him, kept glancing across the aisle toward Parvathi whenever he thought no one was looking.
The hour passed slowly.
Finally, the bell rang.
Pramodh sir closed his notebook.
“That’s enough for today. Read the first chapter before tomorrow’s class.”
With that, he walked out.
Lunch Break
The classroom instantly filled with noise again.
Abhi stretched dramatically.
“I swear quantum mechanics is trying to kill us.”
Rahul laughed as he stood up.
“You’ll survive.”
The boys packed their notebooks and began heading toward the canteen.
On the girls’ side, Parvathi and Jasia stood up together. Fathima joined them near the door, and the three of them walked out talking quietly.
Mahesh noticed how easily they seemed to move together already.
Abhi nudged him.
“Let’s go before the canteen runs out of food.”
The boys made their way down the corridor and toward the canteen, joining the midday crowd of students.
Lunch passed in relaxed conversation. Most of the discussion revolved around the morning classes, the confusing quantum concepts, and the general chaos of their second day at college.
But once again, Aarathi’s absence quietly lingered in Mahesh’s mind.
After lunch, the students slowly returned to Classroom 303. There was a slightly different energy in the room now, a palpable sense of anticipation that hadn't been there for the earlier lectures.
Abhi leaned toward Mahesh and whispered, a grin on his face, “Final class of the day.”
Rahul added with a knowing smile, “And it’s Nandhini ma’am.”
That alone was enough to make several of the boys straighten their backs and smooth their shirts.
A moment later, the door opened.
Prof. Nandhini entered the classroom.
The shift in the atmosphere was immediate. It was as if someone had turned up the voltage. She was wearing a deep maroon saree that afternoon, the silk clinging to her curves in a way that was both elegant and tantalizingly suggestive. The cream-colored blouse was high-necked and simple, with no revealing cuts. Yet, the way the soft silk clung to her form was a silent, powerful statement. It didn't expose; it suggested. It outlined the generous curve of her hips and the narrowness of her waist before flowing over her bosom, the fabric stretched taut just enough to hint at the full, heavy breasts beneath. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun, her face framed by a few artful strands, and her golden spectacles perched on her nose, giving her an air of intellectual authority that was, in its own way, intoxicating.
The class stood up, a chorus of slightly more eager than necessary voices. “Good afternoon, ma’am.”
“Good afternoon,” she replied, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate in the air. “Sit down.”
As she moved toward the board, Mahesh’s eyes were fixed on the gentle sway of her hips, the way the maroon silk flowed around her body like liquid. He wasn't the only one. Vishnu in the front row was staring so openly he almost forgot to sit down. Abhi beside Mahesh was practically leaning out of his aisle.
Nandhini ma’am began explaining the basics of Electronics, drawing simple circuit diagrams on the board.
But Mahesh wasn't hearing about resistors or capacitors. He was watching her. He watched the way her bangles jingled softly on her wrist as she wrote, the way her saree’s pallu would sometimes slip, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and how she would casually tuck it back in, a gesture so unconscious it was infinitely more appealing.
At one point, while explaining a circuit diagram, she walked toward the back row where Mahesh and Abhi were sitting. The air grew thick with her scent—a mix of jasmine and something else, something warm and aromatic. She stopped beside their desk and leaned over to glance at Mahesh’s notebook. As she bent forward, her pallu shifted, and Mahesh was gifted with a breathtaking view down her blouse. Her full, heavy breasts were pressed together, the deep valley between them shadowed and inviting. He could see the delicate lace trim of her bra.
“You’re following the derivation correctly,” she said, her voice close enough to his ear that he felt a shiver run down his spine.
He could only manage a choked, “Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled briefly, a slow, knowing smile that seemed to hold a secret just for him, before continuing the explanation for the entire class.
Abhi leaned slightly toward him once she walked away, his voice a rough whisper. “Bro… did you see that? I think I just died and went to heaven.”
Mahesh rolled his eyes, but his heart was pounding against his ribs. “Shut up.”
The class continued for another thirty minutes. The room remained unusually attentive until the end.
Finally, the bell rang.
Nandhini ma’am closed her notebook and looked at the students. “That’s enough for today. Tomorrow we’ll continue with the next topic.”
She gave the class one last, warm smile before leaving the room.
As soon as she stepped out, the tension in the room dissolved into a wave of nervous chatter. Abhi stretched again. “Okay,” he said dramatically, “that was the most attentive I’ve been all day.”
Rahul laughed. “Of course it was.”
Mahesh packed his notebook slowly, his mind still replaying the image of her leaning over his desk. But even as the class ended, his mind returned once again to the same thought. The empty seat near the window. Aarathi had not come to class at all that day.
As the students filed out, Mahesh was the last to leave. He walked out into the now-empty corridor, his thoughts a tangled mess of Nandhini’s smile and Aarathi’s absence. He was about to head down the stairs when he heard a voice from around the corner. It was Prof. Nandhini’s.
He froze, stepping back into the shadows of the doorway.
“…I don’t care, Arjun,” she was saying, her voice no longer warm and melodic, but low and sharp. “It was reckless. You can’t just do things like that.”
Another voice replied, one Mahesh recognized instantly from yesterday’s lively Spectroscopy class. It was Dr. Arjun Nair, the young, energetic professor with the friendly smile. “It was just a bit of fun, Nandhini. Don’t be so uptight.”
“Fun?” she hissed, a dangerous edge to her voice. “In the staff room? While everyone was at lunch? You could have been caught. What is wrong with you?”
“Oh, come on,” Arjun said, his tone dismissive and arrogant, a stark contrast to the charming persona he showed in class. “You know you liked it. Bending you over the table, lifting your saree… you were dripping wet. I could feel it.”
“That’s not the point!” she snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else Mahesh couldn’t place. “The risk is the point. We agreed. Never on campus. That’s the one rule.”
“Rules are meant to be broken,” he said smoothly, his voice dropping into the same practiced charm he used on his students. “Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be over in an hour.”
There was a heavy silence. Mahesh could almost hear her internal struggle, the war between her dignity and a craving she couldn't seem to control.
“Fine,” she finally said, her voice defeated. “But this has to stop, Arjun. I mean it.”
“It will,” he promised, a smug grin in his voice. “I’ll make you forget all about being angry.”
Mahesh heard footsteps walking away. He held his breath, waiting. A moment later, Prof. Nandhini walked past his hiding spot, her face a mask of cold fury and profound humiliation. She didn’t see him.
Mahesh remained frozen in the corridor for a few seconds after Prof. Nandhini walked past him.
The echo of the conversation he had overheard still rang in his ears.
Her voice… the anger in it… the humiliation.
And the other voice.
Dr. Arjun.
Mahesh leaned against the wall, his mind racing.
What had he just heard?
The image of Prof. Nandhini standing in class earlier that day — calm, composed, respected by everyone — clashed violently with the vulnerable woman he had just heard behind that door.
He ran a hand through his hair.
“I need to clear my head,” he muttered.
Instead of returning directly to the apartment, Mahesh began walking slowly through the quieter side of the campus.
The afternoon sun was softer now, filtering through the tall trees that lined the old pathways. This part of the college felt very different from the busy academic blocks. Fewer students came here, and the atmosphere was calm and almost secluded.
Mahesh walked past the back of the laboratory building and continued along a narrow path that curved toward the staff quarters.
He had noticed the houses from a distance before but had never really paid attention to them.
A neat row of small, identical houses stood along the edge of the campus road. Each had a small garden in front, with flowering plants and short boundary fences. It looked like a quiet little residential world hidden inside the college grounds.
Mahesh slowed his steps.
Ahead of him, he saw a familiar figure walking toward the houses.
Prof. Nandhini.
She walked quickly, her posture stiff, her face still tense.
Mahesh instinctively stepped behind a large tree near the path.
From there he watched.
She walked past the first house.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Finally, she stopped in front of the fourth house in the row.
Mahesh’s curiosity immediately sharpened.
So this is where she lives…
Nandhini unlocked the front door and went inside. For a brief moment, the door remained slightly open before it slowly closed behind her.
Mahesh stayed hidden for a few seconds.
His heart was beating faster now.
He didn’t even know why he was still standing there.
But something inside him refused to let him leave.
He moved quietly toward the edge of the road and spotted the large mango tree standing near the side of the house.
Its thick branches and heavy leaves cast deep shadows on the ground.
Perfect cover.
Mahesh slipped behind the tree and positioned himself where he could see the front of the house without being easily noticed.
The house looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Birds chirped somewhere in the trees above. A faint breeze moved the leaves gently.
Mahesh checked the time on his phone.
He remembered what he had heard.
An hour.
He leaned against the rough bark of the tree and waited.
Minutes passed slowly.
Every small sound made him tense.
Then, after what felt like forever, Mahesh noticed a figure walking down the path from the college side.
His eyes narrowed.
It was Dr. Arjun.
He was walking quickly, glancing around as if making sure no one was watching.
Mahesh’s hand immediately slipped into his pocket, gripping his phone tightly.
His heartbeat began to race again.
Whatever was about to happen next…
Mahesh had a feeling he was about to witness something he wasn’t supposed to see.
And this time…he was ready.
He crept closer, moving silently along the hedge that bordered the garden. The window to the living room was open, the curtains drawn but not fully closed, leaving a gap he could see through.
Dr. Arjun was already inside, standing in the middle of the room. Nandhini turned to face him, her expression weary but resolute.
“This has to be the last time, Arjun,” she said, her voice low and tense. “I can’t do this anymore. The guilt… it’s eating me alive.”
“You say that every time,” he said, his voice a rough, confident whisper. He stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. “But you don’t mean it. You can’t mean it.” He trailed off, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.
“I do,” she whispered, but she didn’t push him away. “My husband… he’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve this.”
“Let him be a good man five hundred miles away,” Arjun growled, his lips brushing against her neck. “What can he give you from there, Nandhini? Talk? He can’t give you this.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the hard bulge in his trousers. “He can’t give you what you need.”
Nandhini let out a shaky breath, her resolve crumbling under the familiar, intoxicating touch.
“You’re a monster.”
“Only for you,” he murmured, his hands now roughly pulling the pallu of her saree. “Remember the library? Last month? Behind the reference stacks? You were so quiet, but I felt you shaking.”
“The janitor almost caught us,” she breathed, her voice losing its fight, the memory of the pleasure already overriding her guilt.
“Remember the chemistry lab?” he continued, his voice thick with lust as he began to unbutton her blouse. “Bent over the workbench, your ass pressed against me… you screamed so loud I thought they’d hear us in the next building.”
Mahesh’s blood ran cold. They were talking about their encounters, right here on campus. In the places where students studied. He fumbled for his phone, his hands trembling. He had to record this. He had to have proof.
“My husband… he tries,” she whispered, a tear tracing a path down her cheek as Arjun stripped off her top, revealing a simple white bra. “But he’s… he’s not… enough. He can’t…” She couldn't finish the sentence, the shame too great.
“I know,” Arjun said, his voice softening for a moment into something almost like pity. “That’s why I’m here. To be enough.”
He unhooked her bra, and her full breasts spilled out. He bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Nandhini cried out, her hands flying to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there, pulling him closer. Mahesh’s phone was in his hand, the camera app open. He aimed it through the gap in the curtains, his finger hovering over the record button. He pressed it.
What he witnessed next burned itself into his memory.
Arjun stripped her with brutal efficiency, tearing her saree and panties away until she was completely naked. He pushed her down to her knees. His cock was already out, thick and imposing, a good 7 inches of throbbing meat with a thick, angry vein running along its underside. It was the weapon that shattered her will every single time, and she was powerless against it.
“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Nandhini didn't hesitate. Her resistance was gone, replaced by a desperate, hungry need. She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching wide around his girth. Mahesh zoomed in slightly, capturing the sight of her beautiful, professorial face contorted around the shaft of another man. Her head began to bob, her movements practiced and desperate. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand pumping the base. She wasn't just sucking him; she was worshipping the very thing that destroyed her resolve, the pleasure so immense it made her forget everything else.
Arjun grabbed a fistful of her hair, his hips beginning to thrust, fucking her mouth.
“That’s it, take it all,” he groaned. “You look so much better with my dick in your mouth than you do lecturing about circuits.”
She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending a shudder through him. After a few more minutes, he pulled out, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. He yanked her to her feet and pushed her onto the rug in the middle of the living room.
He spread her legs wide. Mahesh had a perfect view. Her pussy was beautiful, a neat triangle of dark, trimmed hair framing swollen, glistening lips. She was soaking wet, her juices already dampening the hair and trickling down her thighs, a testament to her body’s betrayal of her mind.
Arjun knelt between her legs and buried his face in her cunt. His head moved with a frantic, hungry energy, his tongue lapping at her folds, his lips sucking on her engorged clit. The sound was wet and obscene.
Slurp... lick... suck...
Nandhini’s back arched off the floor, her hands fisting in the carpet. Her moans were loud, unrestrained, the sounds of a woman completely lost to lust. She was no longer the lonely wife or the respected professor. She was a creature of pure, desperate need, and she needed this to survive.
“Please… Arjun… please fuck me,” she begged, her voice ragged, all thoughts of her husband and her guilt washed away by the tidal wave of desire.
He rose up, his face glistening with her wetness. He positioned his massive cock at her entrance and, with one vicious thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” she screamed, a raw, primal sound of pleasure and pain as she was stretched open, filled in a way only he could.
He began to fuck her with a savage intensity that Mahesh had only ever seen in the most aggressive pornography. His hips were a blur, driving into her again and again. The sound was a brutal, percussive beat of flesh against flesh.
Thwack... thwack... thwack...
Her wetness made it even lewder, a loud, sucking squish with every deep, punishing stroke. He held her legs apart, his grip bruising, his face a mask of grim concentration and raw desire. This wasn't an affair; it was a conquest, and she was a willing, conquered territory.
Mahesh was recording everything, his own cock rock hard, a sickening mix of disgust and arousal churning within him. He was capturing the complete and utter degradation of the woman he had fantasized about just hours ago.
Arjun suddenly pulled out and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up into the air. He entered her from behind, even deeper this time. The new angle allowed him to hit a spot inside her that made her wail.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!” she screamed into the rug.
He reached around and began to roughly rub her clit as he pounded into her. Their bodies were slick with sweat. Nandhini was begging now, a stream of incoherent pleas for more, harder, deeper. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the house. Her whole body convulsed, and she collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
Arjun followed moments later, roaring as he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his body convulsing as he pumped her full of his cum.
They collapsed in a heap, panting and spent. Mahesh stopped the recording, his hand shaking so badly he almost dropped the phone. He had it. The proof.
He crept away, his heart hammering, and ran. He didn't stop until he was back in his room, the door locked behind him.
His body hummed with a dark, electric energy. He had it. The truth.
“Mahesh! You’re back!” Abhi’s cheerful voice cut through his thoughts. He was sitting on his bed, flipping through a textbook. “You missed the fun. We were all planning to go for tea. Where did you disappear to?”
Mahesh’s mind went blank. He shoved his phone deep into his pocket. “Nowhere. Just… walked around a bit. Felt a headache coming on.”
“Again?” Abhi frowned, concerned. “You need to take better care, bro. Want me to get you a paracetamol?”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Mahesh said quickly. “Just need to… use the bathroom.”
He practically ran to the small, cramped bathroom attached to their room, locking the door behind him. He leaned against the door, his heart racing. He pulled out his phone, his hands trembling as he opened the video gallery.
He pressed play.
The screen lit up with the image of Nandhini’s living room. He watched her, the respected professor, on her knees, her mouth full of Arjun’s cock. He listened to her desperate pleas as he fucked her from behind, her body betraying her with every shuddering orgasm. The sounds, the sights, the raw, primal energy of it all—it was too much.
His own cock was painfully hard, straining against his jeans. He unzipped them, freeing his throbbing shaft. He leaned against the wall, his phone held in one hand, his cock in the other. He began to stroke himself in time with the brutal thrusts on the screen. He watched her face, a mask of agonized ecstasy, and imagined he was the one making her scream.
The image of her leaning over his desk in class, her scent, the shadowed valley between her breasts, merged with the raw, depraved woman on the screen. The contradiction was intoxicating.
He felt his orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in his groin. He aimed his cock down, toward the toilet bowl, his strokes becoming faster, more frantic. On the screen, Arjun roared as he came inside her. That was it.
With a choked gasp, Mahesh exploded. His hot cum spurted out in thick, powerful jets, a desperate, visceral tribute to the secret he now owned. He sagged against the wall, his body trembling, his phone still playing the sounds of their spent panting.
He stood there for a long time, the evidence of his lust swirling away in the water below. He looked at the phone, at the paused image of Nandhini’s face, slick with sweat and tears. He didn't just have a secret anymore. He had power. And he knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning.
Mittu 
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