A school of obsession
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A School of Obsession
Not all obsessions are loud. Some wait in silence... and watch.
Siva, 30, is the school's most feared computer science teacher - withdrawn, exacting, and impossible to read. His lab is his world, and he allows no one in. Until a quiet presence disturbs his order.
Anuradha, 22, is a newly appointed science teacher - kind-hearted, soft-spoken, and unaware of the attention she's drawn. She's here to teach. To blend in. But Siva has already noticed her... and he doesn't let go of what catches his interest.
What begins with stolen glances in the staffroom slowly spirals into something far deeper - and far more dangerous. Because obsession, when it comes dressed in silence, is the hardest to escape.
Welcome to a school where rules are sacred...
...and some are broken quietly, behind closed doors.
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