Karan arrived home later that evening, his mind racing with thoughts on how to convince his father to appoint Preeta as the new principal. After a long day, he found himself sitting with his father at the dinner table. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Dad, I’ve been thinking about the school principal,” Karan began, nervously twirling his fork. “I believe the current principal isn’t quite up to the mark. We really need someone who can bring a fresh perspective.”
His father looked up from his plate, raising an eyebrow. “And who do you have in mind?”
Karan took a deep breath, hoping his excitement didn't betray his nerves. “I was thinking of Preeta Mam. She’s sharp, ambitious, and could make a real difference. she's a great teacher”
His father took a thoughtful pause. “Preeta, huh? I’ll consider it. But don’t get your hopes up too high.”
Karan’s heart soared with hope. “Thank you, Dad. I really think she could be great for the position. also i don't have good relations with current principal”
The next day at school, Karan was brimming with anticipation. His thoughts were filled with visions of continuing to serve Preeta as her loyal subordinate. During the day, he could hardly contain his excitement, knowing he had already begun to persuade his father.
When Preeta summoned him to the staff room, Karan rushed to comply. He found her waiting outside, her posture commanding and confident. Preeta gestured for him to follow her into the music room. As the door clicked shut behind them, Karan dropped to his knees and began kissing her feet.
“Good morning, Preeta Mam,” he murmured between kisses, his eyes lowered in reverence.
Preeta looked down at him, a smirk playing on her lips. “Good morning, Karan. Did you speak with your father?”
“Yes, Mam” he replied, his voice trembling with eagerness. “I started the conversation, and within a week, I’ll make sure you’re appointed as the new principal.”
Preeta’s smile widened. “That’s good to hear. Now, listen carefully. I’ve set some new rules for us.”
Karan’s heart raced with excitement. “yes mam.”
“Firstly,” Preeta began, her tone firm and commanding, “you are to arrive at school before me every day. I want you to greet me in the parking lot by kissing my feet as soon as I arrive..
From next week, I’ll have my personal cabin. You won’t be attending many classes; instead, you’ll cater to my every whim and wish. Is that understood?”
Karan nodded vigorously, his face beaming with obedience. “Yes, Mam. I understand.”
“Good,” Preeta continued. “You’ll also clean my footwear daily with your tongue. You’re not allowed to eat or drink anything without my permission.
On weekends and holidays, you’ll either spend those days with me at my home as my servant, or I’ll come to your place to use you. Do you understand all that?”
“Yes, Mam,” Karan affirmed, his voice filled with devotion.
“Excellent, I love hearing this from you. you'll be my YES-Man forever from now onwards” Preeta said with satisfaction.
“Now you can go back to class.”
Karan hurried back to his classroom, eager to fulfill Preeta’s demands. During her lecture later, Preeta found several pretexts to slap Karan harshly. Each slap echoed through the room, a testament to her dominance and control. On the fifth slap, she coldly instructed him to leave the class.
