The next morning.
Sneha sat quietly on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped gently around her lower belly. Her body still carried the lingering traces of yesterday's touches.
The area between her thighs (her intimate area) felt slightly swollen and tender. Every small movement sent a strange, pulling ache inside her — the unmistakable imprint of how deeply he had entered her.
Her nipples tingled at the slightest brush of fabric.
On the side of her neck was a small red mark — the clear imprint of Sir's teeth. Just looking at it sent another wave of heat through her body.
In her mind, every moment from yesterday kept replaying.
The way Sir's hands had gripped her, the slow, deliberate way he had pushed inside her, the moment they had both shattered together in intense waves of pleasure… Every memory made her cheeks burn. She felt shy, yet far stronger than the shyness was a deep, sweet satisfaction. Her body seemed to whisper — *I want more. I want it again.*
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Aunty Nitu walked in.
Sneha startled and sat up straight, quickly pulling the blanket up to cover her chest.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Aunty's voice was full of concern.
Sneha nodded, eyes lowered.
"Yes, Aunty… I'm fine."
"Then why aren't you going to school today? Why does your face look so pale?"
"My body isn't feeling well. I won't go today."
Aunty frowned.
"What's wrong? Fever?"
Sneha paused, then spoke in a very soft voice,
"No… it's my period. My stomach is hurting badly."
Aunty didn't press further. She understood these things. She gently stroked Sneha's head and said,
"Alright. Stay in bed. Drink plenty of water and take your medicine. I'll come check on you later."
As soon as Aunty left, Sneha slipped back under the blanket. She closed her eyes and sank into the memories of yesterday. Her body still felt warm. Inside her was a strange emptiness and, at the same time, a deep sense of fullness.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated. The small button phone.
A message.
From Sir.
"Sneha, how are you? Is your body okay? After yesterday… how are you feeling now?"
A faint smile touched Sneha's lips. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed back,
"I'm okay, Sir. I just told them I wasn't feeling well, so I didn't go to school."
A few seconds later, another message arrived.
"Sneha… I'm so ashamed about yesterday. I couldn't control myself. If you're in any pain… please forgive me."
Sneha closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Then she typed,
"Sir, there's no need to apologise. I wanted it too. I… I really liked it, Sir. Very much. The way you loved me… it felt so good."
Another message came:
"Still… I feel so guilty. Are you really alright?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm fine. Please don't worry."
After putting the phone down, Sneha lay back on the bed. Her hand instinctively moved to her lower belly again. She touched it gently. There was still a faint ache, but hidden within that ache was a sweet memory.
Meanwhile…
Anurag Sir slipped his phone into his pocket and sat in silence, his face pale and drawn.
Just then, Anirban Sir walked in.
"What's with that face? What happened?"
Anurag startled slightly. Then, in a very low voice, he said,
"Anirban… I've made a terrible mistake."
"What mistake?"
Anurag told him everything — what had happened yesterday between him and Sneha.
Anirban Sir's face turned ashen with worry.
"What the hell are you saying?! Have you lost your mind? She's your student! If anyone finds out… you'll lose your job, you could even go to jail! What were you thinking?"
Anurag kept his head lowered and said,
"I know… I couldn't control myself. The moment I looked into her eyes… that pull toward her body… I just couldn't stop myself, Anirban…"
Anirban let out a long sigh.
"From now on, you will keep complete distance from her. Even when you tutor, it's only studies. No more talking. You should understand that staying away is the only safe thing now."
Anurag remained silent.
But one sentence kept echoing in his mind — Sneha's words: "I really liked it, Sir. Very much."
Those words only deepened his guilt… and at the same time, stirred a strange, irresistible pull inside him.
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Evening.
A black SUV stopped in front of Sneha's house. The door opened and Riddhiman Sen stepped out. Today he wore a black shirt with the collar open and an expensive watch on his wrist. A smug, arrogant smile played on his lips, as if the house already belonged to him.
When he knocked, Aunty Nitu opened the door. The moment she saw him, her face tightened.
"Come in, please."
Riddhiman stepped inside and looked around.
"Where's Sneha?"
"She's in her room, resting."
A wicked smile curved Riddhiman's lips.
"I want to talk to her. Alone."
Aunty hesitated for a moment, but remembering the influence of Riddhiman's family, she stayed quiet.
"Alright… go to her room."
Riddhiman walked straight toward Sneha's room. The door was ajar. He stepped inside and quietly closed it behind him.
Sneha was sitting on the bed, head resting on her knees. Yesterday's memories — the ache, the warmth, the shyness, the satisfaction — still clung to her body. At the sound of the door, she looked up and her eyes filled with pure terror.
Riddhiman.
She scrambled backward. Fear gripped her completely.
"Why… why are you here?"
Riddhiman walked slowly toward her, his eyes roaming over her body.
"Why? I'm your future husband. I came to see how you're doing."
Sneha kept backing away until she hit the corner of the bed.
"I… I'm fine. Please leave."
Riddhiman smiled — an ugly, unsettling smile.
"Scared again? What's there to be scared of? I'm going to be your husband."
He moved closer, climbed onto the bed, and reached out, gripping her chin and tilting her face up.
"Let me see… why is your face so pale today…?"
Suddenly his gaze froze. On the left side of her neck, where the collar of her frock had slipped slightly, there was a small reddish mark — the clear imprint of teeth.
Riddhiman's face changed colour. His eyes turned bloodshot.
"What is this?"
Sneha gasped and quickly tried to cover her neck with her hand, but it was too late.
Riddhiman tightened his grip on her chin, forcing her face up.
"Who gave you this? Tell me!"
Sneha's throat had gone dry. No words came out.
"I… I fell…"
"Shut up! Why are you lying? Do you think I'm a fool? That's a bite mark! Who? Which bastard bit your neck?"
Riddhiman's entire body shook with rage. His hand clamped tightly around her throat.
Sneha's breath caught. Tears streamed down her face.
"I… I can't breathe… let go… please… it hurts so much…"
"Hurts? Now it hurts? When that animal was biting your neck, it didn't hurt then?"
Sneha trembled violently.
Riddhiman shoved her against the corner of the bed and leaned over her.
"You are my future wife. Mine! Riddhiman Sen's! And someone else has touched you? I can see another man's mark on your body? This is an insult to me!"
He yanked the collar of her frock lower. The mark became even clearer. Riddhiman pressed his finger hard against it. Sneha flinched in pain.
"Who? Tell me! Some boy from school? Who had the guts to do this?"
Sneha's eyes widened in fear, but she said nothing. She only cried.
Riddhiman's anger flared even hotter.
"Why are you silent? Do you think I won't find out? That innocent face, that shy act — it's all fake! You've gone far behind my back. But I won't let you go. You are mine. And whoever touched you… I will destroy him."
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard.
"I want to know who! How many times! Where! Tell me everything!"
Sneha couldn't take it anymore. She screamed,
"Aunty! Aunty!"
There was pounding on the door. Aunty Nitu came running. The moment she opened the door and stepped inside, she saw Riddhiman holding Sneha while the girl cried.
"Riddhiman! Let her go! What are you doing?!"
Riddhiman's eyes were still blazing with fury.
"Your girl… your girl has become too bold…"
To be continued…