Update 03
"what will happen now? would sir will ever forgive her?"
neha brought her back from her uncomfortable trance "what's wrong with you baby? you didnt do that
deliberately. Dont worry sir will understand this. now come lets go back"
disha replied with a dillusioned heart "ok!"
neha "tell me one thing, isnt our sir is very handsome, like some filmy hero? what a body? just like Salman.
I had felt so bad when you were mistreating him. Sigh! i felt as if my heart was compelling me to forget all
world around and just run into his arms. really disha! i felt such a strong desire to brace him"
disha "get lost you shameless girl. he is our sir..."
neha "but i didnt know then na... that he is our sir.. i had thought all this when he had entered the class"
disha "listen... dont chat about all this nonsense when you are with me.. ok? all the men are same"
neha "hmm.. should i ask this to sir?"
disha "neha! you know i wasnt talking about sir"
neha "so you agree that he is so handsomely cute..."
disha "you are too much." and she hit her on the head with her notebook
disha's attention was time and again floating towards sir. how can i gain his forgiveness.
what if he didnt forgive me?
just then the history teacher entered the class.. the sarpanch's wife... her name was pyari.
pyari "common girls.. take out your notebooks and show me the homework"
one by one the girls showed her their homework. everyone was afraid of her. so no one used to leave
her work incomplete.
divya had forgotten her notebook home. only god could save her now...
pyari (staring with her firey eyes): where is your notebook bitch?"
divya "sorry ma'am, i forgot it at home"
pyari "move to the back of the class and bend like 'murgi'"
divya couldnt dare to argue anymore... she moved to the back of the class and sat in 'murgi' posture"
pyari turned her attention to other girls.
when divya could bear the pain anymore she gathered herself together and said with a lot of effort "Ma'am i'll just go running and bring it back within minutes"
pyari: (staring with anger) "ohh.. so you'll now get it in few minutes. wait i'll just attend to you"
listening to this divya panicked. she felt as if she missed her heartbeats in between. pyari came
to her and asked her to stand. then she pinched her nipples very hard. divya was drowning in pain.
"bitch... whore... you deliberately leave the notebook at home so that you can later have an excuse
to go and meet your lover. tell me.. who the mother-fucker takes care of your..."
just then the peon asked her permission to enter the class. and then she said "principal ma'am had
requested that if anyone has any room available for rent then she can go and meet her. the new
teacher needs it"
pyari "when our whole haweli is available for free why do the teacher needs to stay at rent.
go and inform him. i'll ask servants to arrange for it and get his luggage there. better, i'll just
now come with you..."
pyari was around 40 years old lady. extremly un-cultured. but her husband was the village sarpanch.
it wasnt so that no one knew of her corny behaviour with the girls but as she was the only big
landlord of the village.. nobody had the courage to stop her or even say her anything. even her
daughter was on her own steps. sarita. she was in class 9. but wasnt tender rather a fully grown
lady after fucking so many boys.
after pyari left neha said to disha "yaar, your uncle's house is also empty only. why dont you inform
the principal to let him stay there"
disha "yeah..but.."
neha "but what.. such a handsome sir.. how would he live with such bastards. you know this lady is
so cunning. if you didnt tell them now he will surely get tbangd with her."
disha "you also na.. cant think of anything else except all these craps.
but i'll also have to ask permission from uncle na..?"
neha "i'll take care of that. come lets search for sir.. come lets go fast...
you'll get your forgiveness too..."
disha started with her but she wasnt able to believe that sir can forgive her too. and who knows
whether uncle will agree to this. if he said no then what will i do.. what an embarrasment this will
cause.. but neha was walking briskly and was also pulling her along. they reached straight to class
8, where shamsher was teaching.
shamsher saw them and came out smiling "yeah, so what exactly is your name."
shamsher wasnt going to let her go so easily.
disha tried so hard but still couldnt utter a single word. she could barely manage to blink her lips.
she was standing there with her face down. and yet she was looking so damn gorgeous.
neha "sir. she want to tell you that you can stay at her home."
hearing this vani came out "yes sir! you please stay at our home only."
shamsher aske thoughtfully "and how are you both related?"
vani "sir, i am disha did's cousin. i am her uncle's daughter"
shamsher "so?"
vani got confused and stopped.
so neha explained "sir, actually disha stays with her uncle. and vani is the only daughter of her
parents. and disha is staying with them since childhood"
shamsher "ok ok.. that's why i was wondering both look so similar. ok gals, i will come to your house after the college"
disha "but..sss... sir"
shamsher: "but what?"
disha "i'll need to take permission from uncle"
vani couldnt control herself "no sir, you come to us today only. i'll myself tell papa"
shamsher patted vani lovingly "no beta! first get your parents approval. if they allow then i'll
stay at your place only. promice"
Vani: ok, thank you sir.
the class was almost over so shamsher directly went to office.
anjali was there alone lost in some thoughts.
"may i come in ma'am" shamsher broke her thoughts
anjali "come shamsher"
shamsher: why are you looking so tensed.
shamsher asked slowly
anjali: pyari madam had come. she was insisting that you should stay at her haweli.
but i dont want you to stay there. she is an extremly corrupt lady.
shamsher: then tell her no. whats the problem?
anjali: problem is that we dont have any other arrangement
shamsher: then i'll stay at yours sweetheart
anjali: i had told you already, this is not possible. i stay alone, had there been a family
it would have been a different story all together.
shamsher: bye-the-way, where do you stay
anjali: here only. the house that you can see from the window.
anjali pointed towards a house nearby. which was near to college only though it was a
bit of outskirt of the village.
shamsher: nevermind! probably by tomorrow the house will be arranged.
today i'll stay at bhiwani at my friends place.
anjali: where? which house?
shamsher: (with an act of some thought) some disha's uncle's house.
girls were saying they'll confirm tomorrow after getting permission from home.
anjali: oh yeah! that'll be damn fine. they are very nice people. and the house is also very big.
and then they are only four people at house. they had insisted to me also for staying at there
place. i am sure they'll agree.
shamsher: how great had it been if we had ...
just then the bell rang. the college was over for today. staff was about to return to office, so
shamsher went out. he noticed disha was time and looking at him with different lost looks, as if trying to recognize him.
it was around 8pm. anjali was alone at home. she was remembering last night's wonderfull
moments. in her bachelor life of 27 years she had never felt that life can be so miserable
without sex. she had accepted her lonelyness as her fate. but today she was feeling the
need for shamsher in her void life. had shamsher not been there.. there wouldnt have been
the night. god knows what attraction he has. no one can say he is 30+. such a solid figure..
so handsome.
she had never ever thought that her first night will be so colorfull and adventurous. just the
thoughts were enough to chill her throught.. damn! she had forgotten to collect shamsher's
number. atleast she would had talked to him over phone. in college she never got enough time.
while thinking she put her hands inside her bra. she started feeling suffocated in her clothes.
one by one she took off all of her dress and went in to the bathroom. like that only. stark naked.
she wondered if a bath would help her relax. but she felt as if even the water is starting to
burn after falling on her body. after 20 minutes of shower she came out. and stood in front
of her dressing table. she was looking at her body... her boobs had become real hard.. the
nipples were protruding straight. yeasterday first time a man had made her realise the true
value of her nipples.
looking at her cunt drenched in water.. she felt a chill run through her.. ahh! she sighed. her
cunt has blossomed after tasting shamshers cum as if they were rose petals. her hands
automatically reached for the petals. despite being alone she was feeling uncomfortable at
touching herself. they were now shamsher's.. and only his. she turned around. she couldnt
stopped smiling when she remembered how shamsher had gone all wild after looking at her
buttocks. her bums were so worthy anyway.
suddenly she remembered shamsher's bag was here only. as if she got a new life. she started
searching his bag, mebbe she could dig out his number from some where. she was so excited.
she found a diary and there was a number at front.
she dialed the number, she was so eager to hear shamsher's voice at the other end.
a voice came from the other end "hello"
anjali was in heaven "shansher?"
"yeas. who is this?"
"shamsher, i am here"
"well, what a coincidence, here also "i" am only speaking"
"arrey.. this is me, anjali" she said in a faked angry voice
"oh sorry ma'am! how did you get my number?"
"forget that. can you come just now?"
shamsher got sirprised "why? what happened?"
"i am about to die. please come over love"
shamsher got the meaning implied.
the fire that he had kindled in her by fucking her was burning bright and now he only could control it.
"ok ma'am! i'll be there in half an hour." and he disconnected the phone.
in her adrenaline rush of sexual tension anjali started kissing the mobile phone and continued
for uncounted number of times... as if shamsher was recieving all of them. she hurriedly wore
her suit without bothering her bra. she was restless. how do i prepare myself for my lover.
in her tranced state she stood in front of her window after getting ready. as if 30 minutes will
get over in just 2 minutes. somewhere after around 20-25 minutes she saw headlights of a car
coming this way. the car stopped near college.
anjali didnt wasted even a second in opening the door. without any thought.. without any concern..
she just ran into his arms.. didnt even paid attention to the doors.
"hold on babe."
he kissed her on her rosey cheeks and closed the door. turned around. anjali was acting like a
fish out of water. as soon as he turned around she again tried to hug her but shamsher picked
her up in his robust arms
"babe you are all fresh and ready but let me also get freshen up.. am not going anywhere...
am i honey?" he said with all the words dipped with deep emotion and love.
anjali punched him on his chest in affection and kissed him, deep! shamsher delicately laid her
on bed, took out his towel from his bag, and left for the washroom.
after the shower when he came out he had dbangd the towel around him at waste and was naked
otherwise. water drops were running around on his broad shoulder and chest through the hairs.
anjali was looking at him with all lovey-dovey eyes "you should have been a hero"
"why? hero's are found only in movies?"
neha brought her back from her uncomfortable trance "what's wrong with you baby? you didnt do that
deliberately. Dont worry sir will understand this. now come lets go back"
disha replied with a dillusioned heart "ok!"
neha "tell me one thing, isnt our sir is very handsome, like some filmy hero? what a body? just like Salman.
I had felt so bad when you were mistreating him. Sigh! i felt as if my heart was compelling me to forget all
world around and just run into his arms. really disha! i felt such a strong desire to brace him"
disha "get lost you shameless girl. he is our sir..."
neha "but i didnt know then na... that he is our sir.. i had thought all this when he had entered the class"
disha "listen... dont chat about all this nonsense when you are with me.. ok? all the men are same"
neha "hmm.. should i ask this to sir?"
disha "neha! you know i wasnt talking about sir"
neha "so you agree that he is so handsomely cute..."
disha "you are too much." and she hit her on the head with her notebook
disha's attention was time and again floating towards sir. how can i gain his forgiveness.
what if he didnt forgive me?
just then the history teacher entered the class.. the sarpanch's wife... her name was pyari.
pyari "common girls.. take out your notebooks and show me the homework"
one by one the girls showed her their homework. everyone was afraid of her. so no one used to leave
her work incomplete.
divya had forgotten her notebook home. only god could save her now...
pyari (staring with her firey eyes): where is your notebook bitch?"
divya "sorry ma'am, i forgot it at home"
pyari "move to the back of the class and bend like 'murgi'"
divya couldnt dare to argue anymore... she moved to the back of the class and sat in 'murgi' posture"
pyari turned her attention to other girls.
when divya could bear the pain anymore she gathered herself together and said with a lot of effort "Ma'am i'll just go running and bring it back within minutes"
pyari: (staring with anger) "ohh.. so you'll now get it in few minutes. wait i'll just attend to you"
listening to this divya panicked. she felt as if she missed her heartbeats in between. pyari came
to her and asked her to stand. then she pinched her nipples very hard. divya was drowning in pain.
"bitch... whore... you deliberately leave the notebook at home so that you can later have an excuse
to go and meet your lover. tell me.. who the mother-fucker takes care of your..."
just then the peon asked her permission to enter the class. and then she said "principal ma'am had
requested that if anyone has any room available for rent then she can go and meet her. the new
teacher needs it"
pyari "when our whole haweli is available for free why do the teacher needs to stay at rent.
go and inform him. i'll ask servants to arrange for it and get his luggage there. better, i'll just
now come with you..."
pyari was around 40 years old lady. extremly un-cultured. but her husband was the village sarpanch.
it wasnt so that no one knew of her corny behaviour with the girls but as she was the only big
landlord of the village.. nobody had the courage to stop her or even say her anything. even her
daughter was on her own steps. sarita. she was in class 9. but wasnt tender rather a fully grown
lady after fucking so many boys.
after pyari left neha said to disha "yaar, your uncle's house is also empty only. why dont you inform
the principal to let him stay there"
disha "yeah..but.."
neha "but what.. such a handsome sir.. how would he live with such bastards. you know this lady is
so cunning. if you didnt tell them now he will surely get tbangd with her."
disha "you also na.. cant think of anything else except all these craps.
but i'll also have to ask permission from uncle na..?"
neha "i'll take care of that. come lets search for sir.. come lets go fast...
you'll get your forgiveness too..."
disha started with her but she wasnt able to believe that sir can forgive her too. and who knows
whether uncle will agree to this. if he said no then what will i do.. what an embarrasment this will
cause.. but neha was walking briskly and was also pulling her along. they reached straight to class
8, where shamsher was teaching.
shamsher saw them and came out smiling "yeah, so what exactly is your name."
shamsher wasnt going to let her go so easily.
disha tried so hard but still couldnt utter a single word. she could barely manage to blink her lips.
she was standing there with her face down. and yet she was looking so damn gorgeous.
neha "sir. she want to tell you that you can stay at her home."
hearing this vani came out "yes sir! you please stay at our home only."
shamsher aske thoughtfully "and how are you both related?"
vani "sir, i am disha did's cousin. i am her uncle's daughter"
shamsher "so?"
vani got confused and stopped.
so neha explained "sir, actually disha stays with her uncle. and vani is the only daughter of her
parents. and disha is staying with them since childhood"
shamsher "ok ok.. that's why i was wondering both look so similar. ok gals, i will come to your house after the college"
disha "but..sss... sir"
shamsher: "but what?"
disha "i'll need to take permission from uncle"
vani couldnt control herself "no sir, you come to us today only. i'll myself tell papa"
shamsher patted vani lovingly "no beta! first get your parents approval. if they allow then i'll
stay at your place only. promice"
Vani: ok, thank you sir.
the class was almost over so shamsher directly went to office.
anjali was there alone lost in some thoughts.
"may i come in ma'am" shamsher broke her thoughts
anjali "come shamsher"
shamsher: why are you looking so tensed.
shamsher asked slowly
anjali: pyari madam had come. she was insisting that you should stay at her haweli.
but i dont want you to stay there. she is an extremly corrupt lady.
shamsher: then tell her no. whats the problem?
anjali: problem is that we dont have any other arrangement
shamsher: then i'll stay at yours sweetheart
anjali: i had told you already, this is not possible. i stay alone, had there been a family
it would have been a different story all together.
shamsher: bye-the-way, where do you stay
anjali: here only. the house that you can see from the window.
anjali pointed towards a house nearby. which was near to college only though it was a
bit of outskirt of the village.
shamsher: nevermind! probably by tomorrow the house will be arranged.
today i'll stay at bhiwani at my friends place.
anjali: where? which house?
shamsher: (with an act of some thought) some disha's uncle's house.
girls were saying they'll confirm tomorrow after getting permission from home.
anjali: oh yeah! that'll be damn fine. they are very nice people. and the house is also very big.
and then they are only four people at house. they had insisted to me also for staying at there
place. i am sure they'll agree.
shamsher: how great had it been if we had ...
just then the bell rang. the college was over for today. staff was about to return to office, so
shamsher went out. he noticed disha was time and looking at him with different lost looks, as if trying to recognize him.
it was around 8pm. anjali was alone at home. she was remembering last night's wonderfull
moments. in her bachelor life of 27 years she had never felt that life can be so miserable
without sex. she had accepted her lonelyness as her fate. but today she was feeling the
need for shamsher in her void life. had shamsher not been there.. there wouldnt have been
the night. god knows what attraction he has. no one can say he is 30+. such a solid figure..
so handsome.
she had never ever thought that her first night will be so colorfull and adventurous. just the
thoughts were enough to chill her throught.. damn! she had forgotten to collect shamsher's
number. atleast she would had talked to him over phone. in college she never got enough time.
while thinking she put her hands inside her bra. she started feeling suffocated in her clothes.
one by one she took off all of her dress and went in to the bathroom. like that only. stark naked.
she wondered if a bath would help her relax. but she felt as if even the water is starting to
burn after falling on her body. after 20 minutes of shower she came out. and stood in front
of her dressing table. she was looking at her body... her boobs had become real hard.. the
nipples were protruding straight. yeasterday first time a man had made her realise the true
value of her nipples.
looking at her cunt drenched in water.. she felt a chill run through her.. ahh! she sighed. her
cunt has blossomed after tasting shamshers cum as if they were rose petals. her hands
automatically reached for the petals. despite being alone she was feeling uncomfortable at
touching herself. they were now shamsher's.. and only his. she turned around. she couldnt
stopped smiling when she remembered how shamsher had gone all wild after looking at her
buttocks. her bums were so worthy anyway.
suddenly she remembered shamsher's bag was here only. as if she got a new life. she started
searching his bag, mebbe she could dig out his number from some where. she was so excited.
she found a diary and there was a number at front.
she dialed the number, she was so eager to hear shamsher's voice at the other end.
a voice came from the other end "hello"
anjali was in heaven "shansher?"
"yeas. who is this?"
"shamsher, i am here"
"well, what a coincidence, here also "i" am only speaking"
"arrey.. this is me, anjali" she said in a faked angry voice
"oh sorry ma'am! how did you get my number?"
"forget that. can you come just now?"
shamsher got sirprised "why? what happened?"
"i am about to die. please come over love"
shamsher got the meaning implied.
the fire that he had kindled in her by fucking her was burning bright and now he only could control it.
"ok ma'am! i'll be there in half an hour." and he disconnected the phone.
in her adrenaline rush of sexual tension anjali started kissing the mobile phone and continued
for uncounted number of times... as if shamsher was recieving all of them. she hurriedly wore
her suit without bothering her bra. she was restless. how do i prepare myself for my lover.
in her tranced state she stood in front of her window after getting ready. as if 30 minutes will
get over in just 2 minutes. somewhere after around 20-25 minutes she saw headlights of a car
coming this way. the car stopped near college.
anjali didnt wasted even a second in opening the door. without any thought.. without any concern..
she just ran into his arms.. didnt even paid attention to the doors.
"hold on babe."
he kissed her on her rosey cheeks and closed the door. turned around. anjali was acting like a
fish out of water. as soon as he turned around she again tried to hug her but shamsher picked
her up in his robust arms
"babe you are all fresh and ready but let me also get freshen up.. am not going anywhere...
am i honey?" he said with all the words dipped with deep emotion and love.
anjali punched him on his chest in affection and kissed him, deep! shamsher delicately laid her
on bed, took out his towel from his bag, and left for the washroom.
after the shower when he came out he had dbangd the towel around him at waste and was naked
otherwise. water drops were running around on his broad shoulder and chest through the hairs.
anjali was looking at him with all lovey-dovey eyes "you should have been a hero"
"why? hero's are found only in movies?"
