Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
The corridor was empty, the afternoon classes in full session.
 
Distant murmurs of lectures drifted through closed doors, but here, in this forgotten corner of the college, there was only silence.
 
He found the room with the red door and pushed it open.
 
The room was small but private.
 
A few chairs stacked in the corner.
 
A couple of sofas set against the wall.
 
A large mirror along one side, reflecting the dim light.
 
A small changing area behind a faded curtain.
 
Perfect.
Intimate.
Secluded.
 
He closed the door behind him and sank onto the sofa, trying to calm his ragged breathing.
 
His body still burned, still ached.
 
He closed his eyes, imagining Neetu's face which resembles very much to her mother, her curves, the way she would melt beneath his touch.
 
Neetu. I need Neetu, Mamta’s daughter.
 
But then he heard a sound.
 
A rustle. A soft gasp. The shuffle of someone trying to stay silent.
 
He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing.
 
There, in the corner, half-hidden behind the curtain, was a boy. First year. Fresh-faced and trembling.
 
His eyes were wide with terror, his face pale as milk. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.
 
"Sir, I, I didn't know, " The boy's voice cracked with fear.
 
Rohan's eyes hardened, a cold fury settling over him. "What are you doing here?"
 
"I was just, I was waiting for, " The boy stumbled over his words, his hands shaking.
 
"Get out." Rohan's voice was low, dangerous.
 
"Sir, "
 
"Now." The word was a whip crack, sharp and final.
 
The boy scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his own legs. "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was, "
 
"Out. Now." Rohan stepped closer, his presence looming. "And if I see you here again, "
 
"You won't. I swear. I won't come back." The boy practically ran to the door, fumbling with the handle, and disappeared into the corridor.
 
Rohan closed the door behind him, sliding the lock into place with a decisive click.