"What is wrong with you, Ravi? Why don't you study at home? Don't you feel like studying or what?", Meena madam was scolding me in front of the entire class! I was sitting on the last bench, and that's why she was speaking in a much louder tone than usual. 

The whole class, including the girls and even my crushes—yes, crushes, I had more than one—were looking at me. 

'Oh damn,' I said in my mind. She kept on talking for at least 5 minutes more.

I wasn't feeling anything but how beautiful her voice was, the soft touch of her hair against her cheeks while she was angry, and her lips moving, though I couldn't grasp the meaning.

You know, I was frozen in my mind, just staring at Madam. She was such a beauty—her body, her hair, and her lips, and damn, her dimples on her cheeks were enough to drive me crazy. 

Yes, man, I was in love with my teacher. It was a crazy love, the kind everyone experiences in their teenage years. At that moment, age felt like just a number; her loud and harsh scolding sounded like sweet words to my ears. I know it sounds crazy, but I'm being honest.

She kept scolding me for another five minutes. The girls were enjoying it because a boy was being scolded in front of the entire class. You know, it was a typical Indian classroom where girls hardly interacted with boys, and they used to sit separately: boys on one side and girls on the other.

And being typical Indian classroom everyone happy because it's fun to watch a guy getting scolded in front of the class, right? Well, if you've studied in an avrage Indian school or junior college, you'll agree with me. It was enjoyable for them; the entire class was under the illusion that I was being scolded. For me, it was just a chance to admire her beauty and also enjoy her attention on me.

I ignored the girls like you ignore ads while watching your favorite YouTube video and enjoyed ma'am attention on me. (Well, excuse me for such a shitty example. Anyways, let's continue.)

We boys were happy because of something else. In her hurry to scold me, Meena ma'am forgot to notice that the strip of her bra was showing out of her blouse.  Man, she had nice assets! They were big enough and were in proper shape, and her figure was damn hot. She was the perfect figure lady with proper assets allocation. (You know what I mean right? if you don't I think this story is not for you!)

With zero attention to the words, I was just admiring how beautiful she was!

Her bra strip was visible on her shoulders and on her back. This was enough for us boys to find amusement in such a serious moment. You know how it is at that age—just a simple glimpse of beauty is enough to arouse you. 

I think she sensed that I was not paying attention to what she was saying. She snapped her fingers, creating a loud noise that echoed across the classroom and brought me back to my senses. Pin-drop silence in the class, all eyes on Ma'am! "Oh damn, what now?", I mumbled.

"Are you even listening to me? You're in 12th grade, and this is an important year. Don't you get it, Ravi? Don't you get it, boys?" She raised her voice, scanning the entire boys' section and locking eyes with me at the end. 

The class fell silent, but a storm was brewing inside me. She walked between the aisle that separated the boys' and girls' seating, her eyes still fixed on me.

She came closer to our bench, of course it was the last bench. Her voice lowered but her eyes were angry, "If this irresponsible behavior continues, I will not allow you to sit in exams and you will need to call your dad!". The classic ninja technique teachers use to scare the shit out of students.

There was pin-drop silence in the class when she said that to me. I looked at Amit, who was seated next to me. He looked away, and I glanced at the class; every eye was on me. "Oh, damn," I said to myself. As soon as I fixed my eyes on her, she said, "I'm serious, Ravi. You are taking your studies too casually, and I will punish you for this!"

I looked down— I mean, where else could I look?"

She turned and started walking back to the podium. I let out a big sigh! My buddies sitting next to me got scared, but I was cool, my eyes fixed on her back. Her backless blouse made it hard for me to understand what she had just said to me a few seconds ago. I just watched her from top to bottom in that limited time, admiring her figure.

"May I sit down?" I asked, fixing my eyes on her.I had no idea where this kind of courage came from inside me to ask a fearsome teacher a question. Even when the temperature was high and tense in the classroom, my mind filtered out her anger and just absorbed her beauty. I could just enjoy her attention on me.

"Yes, but focus a little more on studies," she replied, cleaning the blackboard. Her body and curves moved rhythmically as she worked. She turned, collected her things, and began walking out. The entire class stood up and shouted, "Thank you, ma'am! Goodbye, ma'am!"—the traditional way of indicating we were done with her class.

"Damn, man, that was close. Ravi, what the hell is wrong with you?" Amit said.

"Why", I asked packing my bag. 

"You were about to get suspended for not studying," said Amit.

"So what?" I queried.

"Do you have any idea? Now you're on her radar, man. You're gone for good," he said, nodding as other boys joined him.

"I want to be on her radar, bro!" I winked at him.

"What do you mean?" Amit asked me in confusion.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later," I said to him, looking at the worried faces of the other boys.

"Guys, you've got to grow up. You're still behaving like you're in class 5. No teacher can suspend a student without a valid reason, and they can't suspend someone for not studying, I know that."

"Oh yeah, and you're behaving like you like Meena ma'am," the boy next to my bench said.

I laughed and everyone joined me. "Nothing like that, yar!" I said, but in my mind, I knew the boys had spoken the truth.

With the laughter, I lost myself in my thoughts. I had liked her since the day she joined our college, which was about a year ago. I first saw her during our college's annual sports week. She was wearing a stunning pink saree and looked fucking hot, with curves that accentuated her figure, hair that fell in gentle waves around her face, and a charming dimple that appeared when she smiled. 

As a sportsman, I always led our class sports team. I still vividly remember the match we had against her class. It was the first time our eyes met, and that day I found it difficult to concentrate on the game. That distraction led to me missing a penalty goal in football, resulting in us losing the finals. Despite the defeat to her class team, I can still recall her smiling face, her eyes locked with mine, which made me smile for the rest of the day!

I always wished if she becomes our class teacher. and that wish came to reality. She became our class teacher and started teaching Maths. I was not good at math, never. I hated it. But just because of her I used to sit in class and listen to her.

Meena's husband worked in Mumbai. She, being a teacher at a government college, was transferred to our college. My college was in very small town, which was far from the city. She was transferred to our college.

Her attractive curves were enough to make any man get hard. I'm serious; she was the hottest woman at that time in my entire college. 

Amit snapped his fingers to bring me back from my train of thoughts. I smiled at him.

"What's wrong with you, bro?" he asked.

"Nothing, man. I really like her so much," I replied.

"Who, ma'am?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded.

He laughed at me as if I were crazy. "You've lost your mind," he kept laughing.

"Come on, let's have lunch," I said, tapping him on the back.

We packed our bags and went for lunch. We hardly brought tiffin from home because we rarely attended full classes and sometimes bunked just to go outside and roam around. Our favorite lunch spot was a student mess just outside of our college, and sometimes a restaurants nearby, about hundred meters away.

"Restaurants or mess?" he asked.

"Mess, dude!" I replied. 

I pulled out my wallet to check if I had enough money for the restaurants , but there was no more money, so it was the mess!

We walked to the mess and stood inside. The June heat was at its peak. It was so hot that it was uncomfortable to stand inside; the space was cramped and crowded.

"Let's take the coupons and wait outside," I suggested. Amit got two meal coupons, and we waited outside under the tree. It was cooler there.

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