“Is that her?” I asked myself. She wore a black bodycon dress with a little split on the

left side. It put her milky thigh on show. I kept zoning out with each step I took toward

her.

“Mr Vignesh, come back to earth,” she said and snapped my fingers in front of my eyes.

I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. “It’s just I’m a little surprised to see you

without a saree,” I told her before she could ask me anything.

“Without a saree? But I am wearing a dress, am I not?” she asked. “Well yeah, that’s not

what I meant… I mean… you know what I meant,” I stuttered. I was speechless. Her

beauty left me speechless. She burst out laughing. “I’m just joking, Vicky. Come in,” she

said.

She asked me to sit on the couch and made me tea, and it was really good. I had to

take a moment to find out if I was thinking straight. Because everything about this

woman suddenly seemed sweet to me.

“Well, this isn’t how I usually dress at home, obviously. It’s our anniversary, and my

husband said he’d take me to a restaurant,” she said. “Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I’ll leave

and come back tomorrow,” I replied.

“No, he cancelled it because he won’t be coming home tonight,” she said. Her face was

a little dull after she said it out loud. “But you know it is how it is. He’s a high-earning

man, so it’s understandable for him to work too much.” It sounded like she was lying to

make herself feel better.

“I know it’s not my place, but it’s your anniversary. And the first one too. You’re not

supposed to celebrate it alone,” I told her. “Thank you for saying that, Vicky, but it’s

okay,” she said, clearly a lie. “You look so gorgeous, by the way,” I told her.

“Aww, thank you, Vicky, but flattery won’t work on me. I’m still going to take a class,”

she said with a smile. “Oh, come on, ma’am, not on your anniversary. We can start

tomorrow,” I told her. She looked me in the eyes with her smile, which almost killed me,

but she was considering it. I knew that.

“Okay, what do you suggest we do then?” she asked.

“I have a really bad idea.”

“Go on. It wouldn’t hurt to hear about it.”

“I noticed you have a bottle of whiskey in the fridge.”“That’s a really bad idea. But a brilliant one, too,” she said.“Did she just agree to get drunk with me?” I said to myself. I was shell-shocked.“Let’s get to it,” she said and brought the bottle, two glasses, and a packet of icecubes. She poured a peg on both glasses and drank hers in a single gulp. “Wow, younot messing around tonight,” I said. “You brought up the idea, so you better keep upwith me,” she said, pouring another into her glass.5 rounds later, both of us were drunk a little. “You want to play truth or dare?” I askedher. “I go first since I’m your teacher,” she replied immediately. “Not fair, but it’s okay,” Iagreed with her.“You have a crush on me?” she asked. “Guess we’re getting straight into the game withno warmups then,” I said. “Yes, we are,” she grinned. “After seeing you in this dress,yes,” I told her. She blushed.“You look more beautiful when you blush,” I said.“Shut up and ask,” she said.“Any of our professors have asked you out?” I asked.“Oh my god, I might get into trouble if I answer, but I don’t want to do a dare just yet,”she said as she burst out in laughter.“Your secret will be safe with me, I promise.”“You have probably figured out the answer is yes. I already know what your nextquestion would be. The answer to that is your math professor,” she said, covering herface in embarrassment, still giggling. It made me laugh too.“Well then, you must know what my next question would be too.”“Obviously, I said no, dumbass,” she said, hitting my arm playfully.“Who do you think is hotter? Me or your ex?” she asked. Her face was a little seriousnow, or she was pretending to be serious. I couldn’t tell.

If you like my stories send me a feedback dm