The Wedding Guest
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Last published Thu, May 29, 2025
My eyes closed as I felt the touch, the strength and roughness of his grip. My mind went back to the day he saved me from beibg hit by the ball in the school ground and grabbed me roughly my the waist. His grip was still as firm and strong as before, almost a demanding way. Before I would imagine more, I decides to look at him with an indifferent confusion.
He looked at my eyes with his dark ones. 'Come with me. 'His voice going deeper as he dragged me with him to the empty smoking zone and pushed me in.
My heart jumped as he walked closer. 'What.. What are you doing, Sir?' I asked as our bodies almost touched.
'Turn around.' He just said, looking straight into my eyes.
I frowned; confused whether to obey the dominant command on my teacher or to react sternly at the audacity of a wedding guest.
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In the throes of adolescence, there's a moment when school transforms into a crucible of exhilaration, where curiosity ignites around a singular, magnetic figure. For me, that figure was my math teacher, Rishabh Awasthi, a man who, without knowing, claimed every bit of my heart and mind from the instant he strode into our classroom. Handsome yet stern, tender yet commanding, he was someone that twelve-year-old self hadn't known I craved. Like a comet blazing across a starless sky, he illuminated my world, only to vanish abruptly, leaving my dreams in shards and my heart scorched before I could grasp the depth of the wound.
Twelve years later, as I stand on the eve of marrying Ashok, fate delivers a jolt that sets my pulse racing once more as Rishabh Awasthi, the specter of my youth, reenters my life as a wedding guest at my wedding, reigniting a storm of nostalgia, longing, and unspoken possibilities that threaten to unravel everything I thought I knew.
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