The silence of the night seemed to have quietly settled into Sneha's room. On one side of the room, a soft light was glowing — outside the window, a slice of moonlight pierced the darkness and fell on the bed. Lying on the bed, Sneha was quietly staring at the ceiling. Her eyelids didn't tremble, her breath was steady and slow, but what about her heart?
Her heart felt like it was burning in flames. Today she had proposed to the school topper, her teacher. But why did she feel so bad? Sneha was sure that the teacher had firmly refused her with explanations. Still, she felt bad. Why?
There was no other reason for her anger towards Aishika. Because Aishika was a good girl. She never treated Sneha badly like others did. Yet, Sneha felt angry at her!
Why had she proposed to her beloved teacher!
But what angered her even more was thinking about those girls from the afternoon.
The afternoon at Pratapanagar Girls' High School kept replaying in Sneha's mind. Vaishali, Megha, Anvesha, Diya — their faces kept surfacing repeatedly. The vulgarity and shamelessness in what they said about Anurag Sir disturbed her deeply.
A secret feeling swirled inside her — jealousy.
Sneha was jealous.
Jealous because they dared to imagine Anurag Sir as theirs, loudly talking about their fantasies, laughing and enjoying themselves.
"Do they even understand? Sir is our teacher. To him, we are students… and their imaginations — so filthy, so selfish…"
Sneha's heart was burning with a strange, intense emotion — an emotion that was creating anger towards those girls.
She wanted Anurag Sir to be only hers.
She would never accept others thinking about Sir in a different way.
She thought,
"Sir is mine. Why should they think of him differently? Their mockery and those obscene words shake my heart. Sir is only mine."
She wondered, why did others think of her teacher so indecently? Why did their mouths talk about his body? Why did they say he could be 'theirs' too?
Just like a wife feels she alone has the right over her husband, Sneha felt that Anurag Sir belonged only to her.
She quietly said to herself,
"No one else can imagine him like I do. I am the only rightful owner of those thoughts. Sir is my only prince, and I am his princess. No one else can be a part of it."
Sneha thought,
"How can they say such things? A teacher — someone to be respected — and yet they speak about him shamelessly? Or… are they right? Or am I still a child, foolishly thinking this way?…"
A strange hesitation appeared in Sneha's mind —
"Am I really different?"
Inside her lived a girl who loved that gentle prince, but that tenderness was slowly melting and hardening into something else.
Sneha knew — love is not just about kisses or gentle touches, there was something deeper.
Her mind was filled with the calmness of Anurag Sir's eyes, but her body desired… something.
Something she could not put into words, yet she quickly pushed it away from her mind.
"No, I am not like them — I cannot think about Anurag Sir like that. I respect him. And my love for him is pure."
Sneha closed her eyes.
But this time, the scene was not the same as before.
The palace roof, the flowing hair, the prince-like Anurag Sir glowing in magical light — all were gone.
Instead, a strange silence had come into that colorful dream.
She saw herself alone in an empty classroom.
Familiar benches, familiar windows, but a dense shadow seemed to have descended all around. Only a faint yellow light fell on the front board.
Sneha was sitting alone on the middle of a high bench. Her heart was pounding. She didn't understand why she was sitting on the bench.
She saw Anurag Sir standing in front of the board.
White shirt, black pants — his usual clothes, but today they seemed to glow differently under some special light.
Sir was writing complex chemical compounds on the whiteboard with a marker. Even in his writing, there was a rhythm, a focused attention.
Suddenly he stopped and looked at Sneha.
That gaze — not stern, but deeply chilling.
It was strange, as if he intensely wanted something.
Anurag Sir slowly put down the marker on the table.
Then silently, he started moving closer to Sneha.
Sneha's heart began to tremble, her pulse quickened.
Sir came very close to her.
He gently placed his hand on Sneha's head; his touch sent an unfamiliar shiver through her heart.
While stroking her head, Sir spoke softly,
"Sneha, Sneha, my sweet Sneha."
Sneha's heart trembled at his touch.
Sir continued, "My Sneha has made a big mistake. How could she make such a simple mistake with this compound? How should I punish my Sneha?"
Sneha didn't know what to say. She just kept her eyes lowered silently.
Then Sir said, "You know, now you must be punished. Tell me, what punishment should I give you?"
Sneha remained silent.
Sir withdrew his hand from her head and brought it near her waist. He gently touched her waist.
Sneha shivered.
Sir smiled slightly crookedly and said, "My Sneha is so sensitive! Where exactly are you sensitive?"
Sneha's face flushed with embarrassment.
Looking at her face, Sir spoke sensually, "Won't you tell Sir, Sneha?"
Now Sir moved his face close to Sneha's ear and whispered softly, "Or do you want Sir to find out himself?"
Sneha's throat went dry. She couldn't find words.
Sir pulled away from her ear and looked straight into her face.
Sneha was too shy to look at him.
Sir said, "Sneha, Sneha, Sneha, you are such a good girl, aren't you?"
Sneha said nothing.
Sir said, "My Sneha will accept her punishment like a good girl, won't she?"
Sneha remained silent.
Sir said, "You must be punished now. I won't hurt you at all. I will punish you very lovingly."
Sir slowly moved his right hand from Sneha's waist to inside her skirt.
A strange storm ran down Sneha's spine. She didn't understand what was happening inside her. Her heart pounded so violently inside her chest she felt it might burst out.
Sir touched her right knee.
Sneha was trembling.
Sir slowly put his left hand also inside her skirt and touched her left knee.
A wave of indescribable excitement spread through Sneha's body. Her heart was pounding wildly in response to Sir's touch.
Sir slowly brought his face close to Sneha's neck.
He gently kissed her neck. Sneha startled.
Anurag Sir slowly started to open the gap between Sneha's knees with both hands.
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Suddenly, Sneha woke up. She sat up in bed, trembling.
Her chest heaving with heavy breaths, beads of sweat on her forehead, and her wide-open eyes were startled.
"This… was a dream?"
She slowly touched herself.
The room was dark; she was wrapped in the bed sheet.
A silent question escaped her lips —
"Why did I have such a dream?"
She didn't know. Until now, she had never had such a wild dream.
Then she thought, maybe it was because today Vaishali, Diya, Megha, Anvesha — hearing their dark fantasy stories had an effect.
But what if she had seen a little more of that dream… then,,,,,
To be continued.....