Ms. Bose silently sat down on her couch as she tried to gather what she had done. God, how could she? How could she cross her boundaries? How could she even enjoy what he did to her?
She was never a coward but today felt being one. She had escaped from college stating she wasn’t feeling well, only to ambush from meeting Sanskar. She couldn’t meet those blue eyes again. Those eyes, that carried a spell.
Ms. Bose quietly leaned onto the couch, her head hurting now. She couldn’t think straight, she had just kissed one of her students while getting locked with him in a supply closet.
She had been crazy to fall into the trap of him, especially, his words. She sighed as she wondered what would have happened if anyone found out what she had done. But she little did care! She didn’t have a good reputation in the society to bother about what they were going to do if they found out. She might lose her job.
There were unending conflicts inside herself. Suddenly, she felt she had been acting like a nymphomaniac. She couldn’t stop her mind to go on and on about her student. He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips, oh how she wanted to taste them again!
Ms. Bose blushed at her own thoughts. She had wanted him to kiss her forever, her matted lips fixed to his in perfection. While, locked into the closed, his lips kept touching hers, repeatedly, with a strong force like he didn’t want to let go. To be fair, at this moment, she needed whatever he was giving her. She had been alone and scared for so long, she couldn’t restrain herself from kissing him. The hurt and pain that she had gone through was slowly being deteriorated by Sanskar’s touch, temporarily.
Realizing what she was doing, and how he had practically taking advantage of her, she needed to stop even though she didn’t want to. She certainly did not want to object. Slowly, she turned to look up at those expressive eyes again. The swirls of emotion she felt there made her gasp. Lust and desire. However, before she could ponder about it further, he yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss.
As their lips crushed together, she felt like she was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with hers. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than she could have imagined and she opened her mouth with a low moan. He moved his hands all over her body.
Ms. Bose couldn’t stop thinking what happened just few hours back. She didn’t know why she didn’t feel sick or why she wasn’t angry, it was inappropriate, it was wrong. She had let him touch her, let him feel her mouth, let him touch her br*asts and to know what he did to her tormented soul.
She closed her eyes as she slowly fantasized what would have happened if the janitor had come a little late. She didn’t bother, didn’t bother if he had f**ked her then and there within those walls of the closet. Damn, she so wanted him. She had longed for a man to touch her all these eight years of life. She was untouched for eight damn years and a simple thought of someone desiring her was no less a turn on. She pressed her thighs, getting wet by the thought of her student f**king her.
As time flew, Ms. Bose quickly took a shower to relax herself and laid onto the bed snuggling herself to sleep, until two cottony soft hands covered her eyelids. Of course, she knew who it was.
“Sahashra!” Swara exclaimed in joy as she turned her daughter to face her.
“Mumma.” Sahashra spoke a little upset with her mother finding out within only a second.
“Aww.. How was your day, my baby?” Sahashra quietly settled herself down on her mumma’s lap.
“It was good, I learned multiplication today.” Sahashra told her mother joyfully.
“Hmm… Only mathematics??”
“Yeah, then again those boring english lessons, the same science behind living and nonliving things and computer classes.” She told her mother grumpily.
Swara stared at her and smiled to herself. Sahashra was her mirror image with big doe shaped eyes and thick eyelashes, she looked her junior. She was going to carry all her traits. Not only in looks but also in acts Sahashra was alike her mother. She liked math above all subjects and even did her daughter.
“So is mumma’s baby hungry?” She asked looking at her pretty little daughter who hung around her neck, tired.
“Yes, mumma’s doll is hungry, she wants cupcakes.” Sahashra said cutely with eyes twinkling at her mother. Swara continued to stare at her daughter, another common link between them.
“No, lunch first.”
“No, mumma. I want cupcakes.” Sahashra said stubbornly.
“No, lunch first.” Her mother said in a stern tone, not wanting to displease her daughter, she continues, “Who is mumma’s baby?”
“Sahshra.”
“Who’s mumma’s doll?”
“Sahashra.”
“Does mumma have any other doll?”
“No.”
“Then? Mumma promises she will make cupcakes for evening snacks. Will Sahashra have lunch now?”
“Okay.” Sahashra made faces.
“Now will mumma’s baby kiss mumma or not?” Her mother asked cutely, making her daughter smile. Her mother was more of a child than her, she thought.
After lunch, Swara baked cupcakes for her daughter as Sahashra sat down on the kitchen slab and watched her mother cook. Her mother made the best cupcakes! She is the best!
Sahashra had made her mind deviate a lot from what had happened hours ago. She didn’t want to think about it. Thinking about it was only making her feel weak. She had to find a way out of it quick, as soon as possible. Either she had to submit herself to him, or maintain a good amount of distance from him.
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