As I waited for her to arrive, the air buzzed with a tension I couldn't quite shake. The moment the door swung open, I felt an inexplicable shift in the atmosphere, as if the room itself held its breath.
Principal Sir glanced over my shoulder and announced, "Lijiye, aa gayi Saraswati."
I turned around, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. There she stood, wrapped in a white salwar suit that draped perfectly over her frame, accentuating her soft curves. Her large brown eyes, wide and laced with apprehension, drew me in immediately. Who is this girl? I wondered, captivated. It wasn't just her beauty; it was something else, something deeper. There was an innocence about her, but also a quiet strength, and that contradiction pulled at me, leaving me in a haze of confusion.
Why her? I've encountered countless beautiful women, yet none had ever stirred me like this. My heartbeat quickened, hammering in my chest like a drum, as if my body recognized something my mind couldn't quite grasp. Her mere presence had my breath hitching, my heart racing like a bullet train. How is this even possible? I thought, stunned.
"Good morning, sir," she said softly, directing her words to the principal, but her nervous gaze flickered toward me, lingering for a moment too long.
I snapped out of my daze, quickly masking the chaos inside me with a confident smirk. "Miss Saraswati, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, my voice smooth, though the intensity in the air between us nearly made my own composure crack.
She stiffened slightly, her jaw tightening, though she masked it with a polite smile. "Mr. Mehra, I'm really sorry for yesterday," she replied, her tone steady, but I could feel the anxiety simmering beneath the surface.
Principal Sir sensed the unspoken tension hanging in the air and rose from his seat. "I'll leave you two to talk. If you need anything, just call me," he said, casting a concerned glance at Saraswati and acussing glace at me like I force him to go before slipping out of the room. Well it's not just acussion bcoz I indeed force him to go. Not me but Shashank actually, he hacked his phone and msg him god knows what but it's not my problem anymore he knows his work after all he is one of the best hackers in country.
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Alone in the Office
The door clicked shut behind him, and suddenly, it was just the two of us like I wanted. The charged silence made the room feel smaller, more intimate. I leaned forward slightly, my gaze locking onto hers with an intensity I hadn't meant to reveal. "Miss Saraswati," I began, my voice low, "I believe you remember our conversation from yesterday?"
She swallowed hard, her hands clenched tightly in her lap as if she needed to hold onto something solid. "Yes, I remember, Mr. Mehra. But I'm not sure why you came here. This is my place of work, and I'd appreciate it if you respected that and I'm already said sorry for yesterday I hope you understand"
Her voice was calm, but her fingers trembled, betraying her nervousness. Her composure, however fragile, only added to her allure. The sunlight filtering through the window illuminated her features-her delicate jawline, the faint blush creeping up her cheeks-and I found myself mesmerized. She was more than beautiful; she was... different. And that difference had me hooked in ways I couldn't control.
"Miss Saraswati," I said, leaning in, my voice dropping lower, "I think we need to get a little more comfortable if we're going to have a real conversation."
She blinked, taken aback, and I noticed her attempt to hide her fear, though the nervousness was betraying her. Without thinking, my hand moved to the armrest of her chair, pulling it closer to mine. The movement startled her, and I caught the way her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. Our eyes met, and in that brief moment, I felt something raw and electric pass between us.
Why am I doing this? I asked myself, though I already knew the answer. It was as if my body craved her proximity, my fingers itching to reach out, to trace the warmth of her skin, to touch those soft, blushing cheeks. I clenched my jaw, fighting the primal urge that surged within me.
"Is this better?" I asked, my voice a hushed whisper meant only for her ears.
Her breath caught again, and her blush deepened, spreading across her face like a wildfire. I could see her trying to steady herself, her lips parting as if to respond, but words seemed to fail her for a moment. "I-I suppose," she managed to stammer, her voice barely audible.
A slow smile crept across my face, a mixture of amusement and intrigue. I enjoyed watching her struggle with the emotions I could feel radiating from her-nervousness, uncertainty, but also something more. She was flustered, and I liked it. More than liked it.
"Good," I replied, leaning back just a little, though my gaze remained fixed on her. "Now, let's talk about why I'm really here."
She shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with our proximity, yet refusing to retreat. "Agar aapko kuch kehna hai, to please kahiye mere pass jada time nhi hai, mere bacche mera intezar kar rahe hoge," she urged, her voice firmer now, though her fingers still trembled in her lap.
Her boldness sparked something inside me-an admiration, perhaps even a bit of obsession. She's different, I thought. So poised, so composed despite the chaos I could feel churning beneath the surface. Her resolve only fueled the fire inside me, making me want her more.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face. "Bold as ever, aren't you?" I said softly. "That's what makes you so intriguing." I leaned in again, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, I could've handled this differently. But I wanted to see you in person. You... fascinate me."
Her eyes widened slightly, the flush deepening on her cheeks, but she didn't back down. "Mr mehra aap please baato ko mat ghumaiye , app bolna kya chahte hai sidha sidha boliye na ," she shot back, trying to maintain control.
I felt a flicker of irritation, but also a strange satisfaction at her defiance. She was resisting me, and it made the pull I felt toward her even stronger. "Fine, straight to the point, then," I said, my voice hardening. "You crossed me yesterday. And I don't usually let things like that go. But..."
I paused, watching her carefully, studying the flicker of emotions crossing her face. "But I also find myself drawn to you. You're different, Miss Saraswati. Feisty. Unafraid. You don't back down. And that's rare."
Her breath quickened, but she held my gaze, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "If you're here to threaten me, save your breath. I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Mehra," she said suddenly cutting me of , defiance shining in her eyes.
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, a genuine, amused chuckle. "I never expected you to be," I said, my voice softer now, almost admiring. "That's what makes this so... interesting."
I stood, pushing the chair back, though my eyes remained locked on hers. "But I'm not here to threaten you, Sweetheart. I'm here to propose something else."she shifted in her chair hearing my nickname for her.
Her brow furrowed, confusion mingling with the remaining apprehension. "What do you mean?"
I didn't answer, simply smirked and turned to leave. "You'll find out soon enough," I said over my shoulder, the air between us thick with unresolved tension as I walked out, leaving her confused.
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Saraswati's POV
The moment he left the room, I felt like I could finally breathe again, but it wasn't a relief that washed over me-it was a whirl of emotions. I sat there, frozen, unable to make sense of what had just happened. My heart pounded in my chest, a confusing mix of shock, confusion, and a strange fluttering feeling I couldn't explain.
What just happened?
His intense gaze, the way he moved closer, the strange pull I felt toward him... it all left me rattled. Mr. Karan Mehra was supposed to be a businessman, here to finalize the construction of a mall, but his words, his actions, felt... personal. Too personal. And then, out of nowhere, he just walked out without giving me any explanation. My mind was a blur of questions, and none of them had answers.
Before I could gather myself, the door creaked open again, and Principal Sir walked in. His face was glowing with excitement. "Saraswati, kya hua? How did it go with Mr. Mehra?"
I blinked, trying to focus. "He... he just left," I said slowly, still trying to understand what had happened. "He didn't really say anything clear, just... I don't know. He left without explaining anything."
Principal Sir smiled broadly, almost as if he hadn't heard my confusion. "Chhodo, Saraswati! Tumhe pata hai, unhone contract cancel kar diya! Ab yaha koi mall nahi banega!" His voice was filled with overwhelming joy.
"Cancel kar diya?" I echoed, completely taken aback. "But how? Yesterday, he was determined to build that mall here. What changed? I didn't do anything..."
Principal Sir nodded, still beaming. "Tum samajh nahi rahi ho, saru! Unhone school bachane ka faisla kiya hai. Tumhare wajah se sab badal gaya!"
His words hit me like a wave, and I struggled to process them. Because of me? But what had I done? How could I have possibly changed his mind when all I did was sit there, too nervous to even speak properly?
Yesterday, it seemed certain. This school, this place I loved so much, was going to be torn down to make room for a massive mall. The thought of it had kept me awake at night, worrying about the students and the memories we had made here. And yet, now, out of nowhere, Principal Sir was telling me that the contract was canceled.
But how?
"Kya aapko pata hai kyun cancel kiya? Kal Tak to bara mall banage property Khali kro kar rahe the phir achanak se ye....." I asked, still trying to wrap my mind around it.
"Woh toh unhone nahi bataya," Principal Sir admitted, "Lekin main bas itna jaanta hoon ki tumne kuch toh kiya hoga! Tumhari wajah se school bach gaya."
I opened my mouth to protest, to explain that I hadn't done anything, but the words got stuck in my throat. The truth was, I didn't understand it either. Why would Mr. Mehra cancel such a big deal without reason? And why had he looked at me the way he did? So intensely, like he was searching for something.
As Principal Sir continued to thank me, I forced a smile, but inside, my mind was racing. Nothing made sense. What could have caused such a sudden change of heart?
Just yesterday, I was sure the school would be gone, and I would lose the one place that felt like home to me. But now, it was safe. And yet, somehow, I felt even more uneasy.
Why did I feel like this wasn't over? Why did I feel like Mr. Mehra had more in store for me?
The confusion swirled inside me as Principal Sir excused himself, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The fluttering in my chest hadn't stopped, and my hands felt cold. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or anxious.
One thing was clear-something had shifted, and it wasn't just about the mall. Whatever had happened between Mr. Mehra and me today, I knew it wasn't the end. In fact, it felt like it was only the beginning maybe he wants to take his revenge in another way why I have a feeling that he is planning something big
Her subconscious: kitni baar kaha hai jada books mat padha kar saru baby
I know but Why he suddenly changed his decision bach ke reh suru koi risk nhi. She thought and go back to her class.
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I had been waiting for Saraswati, my heart pounding with an unrelenting urgency, as if just one more glimpse of her could soothe the chaos inside me. I'd sent my brother home earlier, lying through my teeth about needing to finish some paperwork at office. The truth was far more consuming-I had to see her. Every moment away from her felt like an eternity. There was something about her that gripped me in a way I couldn't explain, an invisible force that pulled me toward her, leaving me desperate for more.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and I saw her. She walked out of the school gates, her steps graceful, her dark hair catching the sunlight. My chest tightened, and I felt a small, uncontrollable smile creep onto my face. But in an instant, that warmth was shattered.
A group of boys stepped into her path, blocking her way with the ease of predators cornering prey. My body went rigid, my heart slamming against my ribs. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.
Saraswati's expression remained calm, though I could see the tension in her shoulders. She tried to keep walking, her gaze fixed straight ahead, but the boys were relentless. They circled her, like vultures eyeing their next meal.
"Hey, pretty teacher! Where're you headed?" one of them sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
Her jaw tightened, and I saw the panic flicker in her eyes. My vision blurred, rage building so quickly I thought I might explode. How dare they? My pulse roared in my ears, every instinct screaming at me to get out, to make them pay for even daring to look at her that way. But I was frozen, trapped behind the tinted windows of my car, watching helplessly.
"Leave me alone," Saraswati said, her voice steady but laced with fear. She tried to sidestep them, but they closed in, laughing like hyenas.
"Come on, don't be scared. We just want to have a little fun," one of them said, his voice dripping with menace as he reached out to grab her arm.
That was it. My entire body shook with fury. My breath came out in ragged bursts, and I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. I wanted to tear them apart, wanted to make them regret ever laying a hand on her. My heart pounded in my chest so hard it hurt, but still, I couldn't move.
Saraswati's voice cracked as she yelled, "Get away from me!" Tears spilled down her cheeks, and seeing her like that-so vulnerable, so terrified-made something snap inside me.
I slammed my fist against the dashboard, the impact reverberating through the car, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside. My heart raced, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I was losing control. My vision narrowed, tunneling in on the scene in front of me. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to get out, to end this nightmare.
And then, by some cruel twist of fate, a police car rolled by, its sirens wailing. The boys froze for a split second before scattering, their cowardice showing the second they were faced with real consequences. My fury only grew as they disappeared like the vermin they were, leaving Saraswati standing there, shaking, alone.
I watched her, my chest heaving with anger. She wiped at her tears with trembling hands, her body visibly shaking. I could see the exhaustion, the fear, the shame in her eyes. It tore me apart. She was always so strong, so composed, but in that moment, she looked broken.
I clenched the steering wheel harder, my jaw grinding as I forced myself to stay in the car. I wanted nothing more than to rush to her, to pull her into my arms and shield her from the world, but I couldn't. Not yet. My rage was still too raw, too dangerous.
My fists ached, every muscle in my body screaming for release, for vengeance. Those boys-they had no idea how close they'd come to meeting a side of me I rarely let anyone see. I wouldn't let this happen again. Next time, I wouldn't be a bystander. Next time, I'd be there. And I'd make damn sure anyone who dared to touch her would regret it.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the fire raging in my chest. But as I watched Saraswati, still trembling, still so fragile, I knew one thing for certain-I would protect her. From them. From anyone. No one would hurt her again. Not while I was breathing.
As soon as the boys scattered, my phone was in my hand before I could even think. My pulse was still pounding in my ears, and my knuckles were bruised from punching the dashboard, but I didn't care. I needed to act. I needed to make sure those boys paid for what they did.
I dialed Shashank's number, my breath coming out in harsh, uneven gasps as I waited for him to pick up. The moment I heard his voice on the other end, I didn't waste time on pleasantries.
"Shashank, I need you to find someone for me," I growled, the words coming out low and cold.
There was a pause, and I could hear my brother's hesitation. "Bhai, what's going on? Is everything okay." he asked concern.
"No ," I roared, my voice was cold and hard. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm, but the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface. "Some boys... they harassed her. I need to know who they are. Now."
Another silence, this one longer. I could practically hear Shashank weighing his options. He knew me too well. Knew that when I got like this, there was no point in arguing. Finally, he sighed.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice cautious.
"Do I sound like I'm joking?" I barked, my patience running thin. "I want them found, Shashank. I don't care how. Use your skills. Hack into whatever you need. I want names, addresses, everything. I want to know where they live and where they sleep."
Shashank's voice was quieter this time, more serious. "Bhai, you're scaring me, man. What are you going to do when you find them?"
I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply to keep myself from snapping again. He was my brother, and I knew he was only concerned. But right now, all I could think about was Saraswati's tear-streaked face, the terror in her eyes.
"That's not your concern," I said, my voice tight. "Just do what I asked."
There was a heavy pause, and I could imagine Shashank rubbing his temples, probably wondering if it was worth challenging me. But in the end, he knew better. He always did.
"Fine," he said, his voice resigned. "I'll get it done. Give me a few hours, and I'll have everything."
"Good." I hung up without another word, my grip on the phone loosening slightly now that something was being done.
Shashank knew better than to ask questions. He knew me well enough to understand the consequences of denying me in moments like this. He'd seen it before-the ruthless side of me that took what it wanted, no matter the cost. And like the obedient brother he was, he'd do what I asked without another word.
As I sat there in the quiet of my car, I felt a grim sense of satisfaction wash over me. Soon enough, I would have those names. And when I did, they would regret ever layi
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