Evening fell. The sky turned black. Heavy rain poured down on the roof of Meghmala Girls High School. Raindrops pattered on the old two-story building's windowpanes.
Most teachers had already gone home. Anirban Sir was still locking the library door when suddenly the guard from downstairs came running, out of breath—
> "Sir! A girl has gone to the rooftop! It seems she might attempt suicide again!"
Blood ran cold through Anirban Sir's veins.
He ran. In his heart, only one name echoed again and again—Basundhara!
Climbing the wet stairs desperately, every step felt like precious time slipping away.
What he saw on the rooftop would haunt him forever.
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Basundhara stood at the edge of the roof. Her school dress was completely soaked. Under her white shirt, her black bra was visible.
Her arms were spread wide, as if she wanted to fly away on invisible wings into the dark, free sky. Her hands were cut — blood dripped down the wet wall.
Looking up at the rain-streaked sky, she shouted:
> "Do you know how many times I've wanted to die? I only wanted a little touch from you, a little response. But you pretended not to see me. I only wanted a simple 'yes' from you, sir... but you ignored me. If you're not mine — then today it's all over."
Anirban Sir's throat dried up. Thousands of arguments spun in his mind, but no words came out.
Finally, struggling, he said—
> "Basundhara, please... what you're doing is not love. It's a kind of sickness. You don't understand, I'm your teacher..."
Basundhara laughed then. A low, cold laugh. Her lips trembled.
> "If you don't say you're mine now, I will jump. I will write — 'My teacher returned my love.' Your name will be in my death note."
The sky thundered. The wind roared like a wild cyclone, furious enough to tear everything apart.
For a moment — just one moment — Anirban Sir looked into Basundhara's eyes.
And he understood, reason was dead. At this moment, for Basundhara, all doors in the world were closed; the only door open was that one "yes."
He slowly stepped forward, raised his hands and said:
> "Alright, Basundhara. I am yours. From today, from this moment. Come down now. I won't go anywhere else."
A strange peace settled on Basundhara's face.
She slowly climbed down from the edge of the roof and stood in front of Anirban Sir.
Her entire body was dripping wet. Under her white shirt, her black bra was clearly visible. Her long wet hair dripped water, and her soaked face looked unbelievably attractive.
Anirban Sir couldn't even bear to look at her. Seeing his shy nature, Basundhara smiled mischievously.
Anirban Sir's white shirt was also wet by then. The shirt was so thin that the skin of his body was visible.
Basundhara stretched out her hand and held Anirban Sir's hand. He trembled.
With his wet body and trembling lips, Basundhara said — "So, sir, am I your boyfriend now?"
Anirban Sir was silent. His eyes held fear, surprise, doubt, and an unwilling surrender.
The clouds thundered again. Lightning flashed somewhere far away.
He thought to himself: Yesterday he saved one student who was ready to die for her teacher, now he himself must fall in love with another student!
Basundhara said, "Then sir, please kiss me!"
Anirban Sir was stunned.
Anirban Sir (startled): "What!!!"
Basundhara: "Aren't you my boyfriend?"
Anirban Sir was confused and didn't know what to say. With a trembling voice he said—
"Basundhara, you have to go home right now. Come, I'll see you off."
Basundhara said a bit dissatisfied,
"If you don't kiss me, I will jump right now!"
Anirban Sir panicked, voice full of terror:
"No, no! Wait! I... I will kiss you!"
Basundhara smiled with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and said:
"But sir, a simple kiss won't do. You have to lift me in your arms and kiss me!"
Anirban Sir took a deep breath and said calmly—
"All right."
Basundhara became ecstatic, her face radiant with excitement and her eyes burning like fire.
Anirban Sir, who had been standing quietly till then, suddenly got filled with passion as if some desire was choking him.
He rushed forward, grabbing Basundhara's waist tightly with one hand and lifting her firmly into his arms with the other.
Basundhara's body trembled, her breath a mysterious mix of excitement and surprise.
She had never imagined that the moment with sir would be this sensual. She thought of him as shy, but exciting a shy person, breaking their shyness, feels like this!
One of Anirban Sir's hands held Basundhara's back firmly, while the other rested below her thigh — holding her in a way that she could not be put down even if she wanted.
Basundhara's arms wrapped around Sir's neck behind his head — their bodies pressed tightly together, breathing mixing between their lips.
The rain continued to pour, soaking both Anirban Sir and Basundhara's close bodies.
Like water droplets floating in the air, they touched each other — searching for the fulfillment of an incomplete desire in the rhythm of their touch.
There was no hesitation in Anirban Sir's eyes anymore.
Suddenly, he pressed his lips firmly on Basundhara's lips. No permission was needed, no doubt — this kiss was full of authority, powerful, a fire completely under control.
Basundhara's lips softened under his pressure and began to melt. Sir's kiss was demanding — every press and pull was not a request, but a claim.
He moved his tongue along her lower lip, and Basundhara shivered inside.
For a moment she trembled, but Anirban pulled her closer by the head and locked her in a deeper kiss.
This kiss was wild, uncontrollable, yet perfectly orchestrated.
Anirban Sir's kiss caused an indescribable reaction in Basundhara's body.
His tongue melted deep into her mouth, controlling every response of her lips — slow, then suddenly fast, then pausing to hold tighter.
With every moment, Basundhara lost herself, slowly forgetting her own existence and completely surrendering to Anirban Sir's will.
The rain kept falling, but there was no cold — in this kiss, there was fire, there was the touch of complete possession.
To be continued...