**■ 9:00 p.m. – D.D. Sir's Room**
D.D. Sir returned to his room after dinner.
Wearing slippers, glasses perched on his nose, he reached to open his laptop as usual—when his eyes fell on the letter lying there.
Then he noticed the red bra and panties placed beside it.
He froze in shock—more startled than he had ever been in his life.
"Who had the audacity to pull off such shameless nonsense?" he muttered under his breath, face grim.
Yet, seeing them, a hidden spark of lust quietly stirred inside him.
He began reading the letter.
At first his brow furrowed.
Then slowly his eyes widened.
An expression of stunned disbelief settled on his lips.
"Sneha…? This… what kind of filth is this?"
His voice carried grave anger.
But in the very next moment, his hand instinctively moved toward Sneha's lingerie.
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**■ Hotel 'Himalaya Bliss', Room 320 – Anirban Sir's Room**
**■ 12:47 a.m.**
In the quiet, Himalayan-wrapped town of Jaigaon, the night felt even deeper inside the hotel.
Beyond the window, tree branches swayed in the darkness.
The room was dimly lit—only the soft glow of a night lamp filled the space.
Anirban Sir lay on the bed.
Just then—
*Knock knock knock.*
A soft tapping at the door.
Anirban Sir frowned and sat up.
"Who is it at this hour?"
Still half-asleep, he walked slowly to the door, curiosity overcoming drowsiness.
The moment he opened it, his eyes widened.
Medha.
Eyes swollen, face pale and drawn, hair disheveled.
Wearing track pants and a thin T-shirt.
Eyes red.
She looked as though she had been fighting an internal battle for a long time.
Anirban Sir was visibly shocked to see her.
Medha (hesitant, trembling voice):
"Sir… may I say something?"
Anirban paused. He glanced at his watch—nearly 1 a.m.
In a low, calm voice he said—
"Medha, this isn't the right time. You're a student, I'm your teacher. If you have any sorrow, question, or concern, it should be discussed at school, or in the presence of others. Or you can come to me tomorrow morning. For now, go back to your room."
Medha spoke again, voice wavering—
"Sir… I mean… there's something I've been carrying in my heart for a long time. If I don't say it tonight, the pain will be unbearable."
Anirban Sir looked at her face in silence for a long moment.
He was unsure what to do.
Finally, he let her step inside.
Anirban Sir (concerned):
"Medha? Why have you come so late? Is something wrong?"
Medha remained silent for a while.
Anirban Sir watched her with growing surprise.
In a tearful voice, Medha said—
"Sir… I know this is the wrong time, the wrong place… but I can't hold it in anymore. I… I like you. Very much. Ever since the day you stood beside me and said, 'Make mistakes, don't stop'—from that day, I fell in love with you…"
Anirban Sir's face filled with astonishment.
He had never imagined anything like this.
Anirban Sir:
"Medha, I can accept that you respect me—but love? Never."
Medha, eyes brimming with tears, said—
"Sir… I love you very much."
Anirban Sir tried desperately to reason with her—
"You don't understand—this feeling inside you is attraction, not love."
Medha wiped her eyes—
"Sir… are you rejecting me because… I know… I know my body has nothing attractive… my chest is so flat… that's why you—"
Hearing those words, Anirban Sir's head spun.
He had never thought of her in that way.
Anirban Sir stammered—
"No, Medha… I have never thought of you like that. A teacher never thinks about a student's body. To me, you are only a student—someone I want to shape through education and respect."
Medha's eyes filled with tears.
"Then… you don't… love me even a little, do you?"
He lowered his voice—
"I feel for you the way a teacher feels for his student, Medha. Now, you should return to your room. Stay in your own space. I will stay in mine—as a teacher."
Medha stood still for a few moments.
Then, suddenly, she yanked her T-shirt upward in one swift motion.
Anirban Sir's breath caught.
The light fell on her bare skin—soft, smooth.
Her chest was completely flat, without the slightest rise or curve, almost boyish in its simplicity. No folds, no fullness—just a taut, even plane.
She was extremely thin—like a reed, her collarbones and ribs clearly visible.
Her breasts were barely formed—only the nipples stood out on an otherwise undeveloped, childlike chest.
In a tear-choked voice, Medha said—
"Sir… I have nothing… but whatever little I have… it's all for you."
Anirban Sir was momentarily stunned by how flat her chest truly was.
The very next instant he thought—flat or not, a teacher should never stare at a student's body like this.
He immediately averted his eyes and said sternly—
"What are you doing! Put your clothes back on right now."
Medha quickly pulled her T-shirt down.
Anirban Sir spoke in a harsh tone—
"Leave this place immediately."
Medha, voice breaking—
"Sir…"
Anirban Sir, with a note of reprimand—
"Never do something this foolish again. Go back now."
As Medha turned to leave, heartbroken, Anirban Sir stepped beside her and said—
"Wait! I'll walk you back to your room."
He felt it wouldn't be right to let her walk alone through the corridor at this hour.
So he decided to escort her back.
To be continued...