SCHOOL CRUSH

16

SHREYA POV :

    I was unable to go to school for the next 4 days . I could not go for an initial 2 days as I had a fever.

     For the next two days , I could as my maternal uncle passed on an unexpected accident.

     My parents were still staying in my uncle house while I got back as it was his birthday.

     I am disappointed as he did not contact me or even message me in the past 4 days .

     But I could not love him any less . In fact, I started having wet dreams of him on my maternal house last night.

     I am not much affected by his death as he had looted all the assets of my grandfather to himself, not giving any share to my mother.

    It's not about money, but he devised  my grandpa and got the share, which disoriented his health. He passed out in a month.

    As per his last wish, we moved to here , to his very own house, which was the last thing he had given my mom.

    Drapping myself in a purple saree , I wondered what he was gonna wear.

    I could not go to the temple as my mother had done the rituals for her brother.

    I prayed for his well-being in heart . I was smiling all my way, looking at the gift box in hand.

    An unknown excitement kicks me whenever I think of the moment we shared in the shelter of a local tea shop.

    But all my smile got drained when I saw the back seat of his bike was occupied by another girl .

     He was entering the campus in his bike with a  girl in the back seat , who held him by his shoulder.

    My heart fell into a pit when I saw them twinning in pastel pink.

     It was as if someone stabbed me when he got down, and they both walked together towards the class.

     Tears threatened to spill out, but I controlled myself .

     While walking, he paused as he saw me, and a bright smile adorned his lips, but it got drained slowly and the girl well disaster beside him grabbed his hand and pulled him along telling its getting late.

    I, too, thought it's late ... It's late for my feelings and love.

    I left the gift in the bus itself, thinking it to useless.

    It was ground prayer, and I was standing at the back of class students while he stood near the girl.

    I felt left out, and I walked to MONICA , SOCIAL mam.

    She enquired about MY health and about the accident on which my maternal uncle passed away.

      MONICA, mam ,seeing my gaze on the pastel pink saree girl said, " MALLIGA , ENGLISH teacher . New joinee... Unga sir tha join pani vitharu . Pick up , drop ellam sir tha.

     " Ohh ... " That's all I could say.

      Monica mam continued, " Evanga koothu thangala , Daily oree color dress . Epa paru elluchu elluchu pesikaranga. Apdi ena pesuvanga nu tha therla. " she went on conveying information about them without knowing that it is shattering my heart.

       The morning prayer started , and I was looking at him while he closed his eyes to the prayer song.

       In the middle of the prayer song, he opened his eyes, and he gazed at me. For a split moment, the whole world around us did not mean anything to me . It was only him and me that is us.

      No words were exchanged. We just stared at each other.

      Finally, as prayer got over , I pulled my eyes from him and walked to my class.

       MALLIGA mam was the class teacher for 9- A, which was between both our classes, indirectly conveying the irony of the situation.

       I did not go out of my class as she was speaking to my MADHAN.

       This is a helpless moment ...

        I felt a storm hitting my every nerve whenever he smiled at her.

        The day went with class after class for me, and when I was free, he had classes . I, too, had many works on account of my four days leave.

        My mood was too low ... I just wanted my pillow and bed to rest and someone to tell me everything is going to be fine.

       I saw MADHAN in his bike and MALIGA mam at the back.

       My heart was not able to accept this , but before I could get onto the bus, MADHAN hooked horn .

       I did not care to turn , he kept on hooking while I remained silent in my seat

      If he really wanted to speak , let him hope down the bike and talk to me .

      He kept on hooking the horn, and students were watching the drama unfolding with confusion.

      Everyone was looking at MADHAN except me...

       He started his bike and left the campus ferociously, and I broke down into sobs in the bus itself.

MADHAN POV :

       I trusted deep into her while she scraped my back, unable to take the combination of pain and pleasure.

       I grabbed one of the voluptuous blossoms into my mouth while giving the next thrust.

      Her toes curled, and anklet giggled, driving me crazy.

      I increased my pace and settled sucking her one asset while the other was taken care of by my hands.

     I released myself in her and fell over her with both of us panting .

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