The bell rang, signaling the end of the fifth period, and students poured out of their classrooms, eager for the brief respite of recess. Karan, however, was a picture of anxious anticipation. He clutched his lunchbox tightly, knowing he had to follow Preeta's orders precisely. He recalled her command about not eating or drinking without her permission, and his stomach growled in protest.
Karan innocently made his way to the staff room where Preeta was seated, engaged in conversation with her colleagues. She was elegantly enjoying her meal, her posture perfect as she sipped from her glass and savored each bite of her food. As Karan approached, Preeta glanced at him momentarily but chose to ignore him. Karan stood outside the staff room, his face down, a clear sign of his submission and his need to follow her rules.
Preeta's irritation grew as she saw his face peeking into the room. It was as if he was a constant reminder of her dominance, and this displeased her. With a deliberate air, she excused herself from her conversation, standing up with a graceful yet commanding presence. Without acknowledging Karan, she walked briskly towards the music room, the sound of her heels echoing in the corridor.
Karan hurried after her, his heart pounding in anticipation of what might come next. As they reached the music room, Preeta locked the door behind them, her movements deliberate and imposing. She then sat on the edge of the table, crossing her legs with a nonchalant elegance that emphasized her authority.
"What is it now, Karan?" Preeta asked, her tone cool and unyielding.
Karan looked up at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and desperation. "Miss Preeta, may I please have some water? I'm extremely thirsty, and my mouth feels sour and bitter because of that early.... umm..." he lowered his face towards her feets
Preeta's eyes gleamed with a hint of sadistic pleasure as she replied, "I've decided to revoke your water privileges Karan. You won't be having a single drop of it."
Tears welled up in Karan's eyes at her response. He nodded silently, accepting his punishment with a resigned sadness. He then hesitantly asked, "Can I have my lunch then, Miss Preeta? I've brought macaroni."
Preeta's smile widened as she took the lunchbox from him, inspecting its contents with a scrutinizing gaze. She opened it and sampled a spoonful of the macaroni. With a satisfied nod, she instructed Karan, "Open your mouth."
Karan complied immediately, his mouth opening wide as Preeta chewed the food briefly before spitting it directly into his mouth. The taste of the macaroni mixed with her saliva was overpowering, but he swallowed it without protest.
"Swallow it all, Karan," Preeta commanded, "And remember, to thank me nicely for being so gracious to you"
Karan obeyed, the food and saliva mingling in his mouth, making him feel both degraded and helpless. Preeta continued to feed him in this humiliating manner, spitting out more of the macaroni and then adding huge globules of saliva over the rest of the food. Karan continued to eat, tears streaming down his face as he chewed and swallowed.
After he had finished the food, Preeta was satisfied with his obedience. "From now on," she said, "you are not allowed to eat any fancy food. You will go home and instruct your mother to send you only onechapati and some vegetable. No more indulgent meals for you."
Karan nodded fervently, his face a picture of defeat. "Yes, Miss Preeta. I'll do as you say."
"Go to staff room and fetch me my tumbler of water"
karan instantly went and brought her tumbler in seconds, she took it from him and started to drink.
karan was watching her as if she was having something he never had in his life. he wanted to beg for a single drop of it, that's when preeta said
