Episode 2

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Anurag Sir finished his lesson. With a cheerful smile, he looked at the class and asked, "Did you like the lesson?"

The girls, already captivated by his graceful appearance, clear pronunciation, and confident personality, all responded together, "We loved it, Sir!"

But Sir noticed-there was one girl whose face didn't reflect that same enthusiasm. Sneha. She seemed somewhat serious, a little reserved. A faint sense of discomfort stirred in Sir's mind-for some reason, it felt like his very presence might be making Sneha uneasy.

All the girls here were students of a strictly protected all-girls school, where male teachers were a rare sight. So perhaps seeing someone like him teach for the first time was making her feel a bit awkward. Still, Sneha stood out-she seemed more sensitive than the others; there was a depth in her eyes, a kind of shy gentleness mixed with mystery.

One possible reason for Sneha's sensitivity might be her unique physical build-her bony frame and disproportionately large chest. Sneha wasn't like most other girls; she was a bit different. Sir quietly admitted to himself-this girl would inevitably draw the gaze of any man. And whoever ends up walking through life with her would need to love and protect her dearly.

Toward the end of the class, Sir asked a few students some questions about the lesson, noting their names and roll numbers. Then, suddenly, he said, "You there, please stand up."

He had asked Sneha to stand.

Some of the girls smirked and giggled quietly the moment Sneha rose to her feet. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she stood-because they were so large, even a small movement of her body caused noticeable motion. Sir noticed the movement. Poor Sir, what could he do? He averted his gaze for a moment but ultimately found himself looking at her again. The girls seemed to enjoy the moment even more.

Sneha always felt awkward while speaking to boys or men. She had always been like that-naturally shy. Perhaps it had something to do with her physical appearance, especially the size of her chest. But more than that, it came from within. Sneha had always been an introvert, someone who kept to herself.

Sir asked her a couple of questions related to the lesson. Sneha answered in a soft, respectful tone, beautifully. That gentle voice seemed to leave a mark on Sir's heart. Though the girl looked undeniably attractive, her nature was sweeter still-and Sir understood that right away.

When he asked her name and roll number, Sneha replied calmly, "My name is Snehashila Roy, Roll Number Four."

Her behavior, her humility-everything about her created a strange sense of admiration in Sir's heart. No matter how noticeable her graceful physique might have been, her gentleness and courtesy shone even more brightly.

Sir asked her to sit down. Even as she sat, her chest moved slightly again, but this time Sir did not look away. He knew that if he did, the other girls might burst out laughing. It was better to pretend everything was normal.

No matter what a person's body looks like, it is wrong to look at them with prejudice or judgment. The true sense of humanity lies in seeing beyond that and understanding the person within.

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As soon as the last class bell rang, Sir quietly walked out through the door. A gentle breeze slipped in through the window cracks, but there was a different kind of excitement in the air. The girls slowly rose from their benches and surrounded Sneha.

Sneha hadn't even finished packing her books when the girls encircled her.

Anushka asked curiously,

- "Hey Sneha, did you notice something today? It felt like Sir had a different kind of look in his eyes when he saw you!"

Baishali placed a hand on Sneha's shoulder and laughed,

- "What did you feel? It seemed like there was a special gaze in his eyes when he looked at you. As if something about you really attracted him."

Diya grinned and whispered,

- "This always happens with her. Men seem to get lost just looking at her. Especially her... oh, those two things."

Tanvi joined in with laughter,

- "Exactly! This girl always has that effect. Men seem unusually drawn to her. She could break the meditation of even the sages."

Kakoli added in a low voice,

- "First it was D.D. Sir, and now it's A.B. Sir. Every man seems to feel some kind of pull toward her."

Megha said with a faint tone of jealousy,

- "If only I had even half of those!"

Megha was an extremely skinny girl. Her breasts were quite small.

Diya added with a sigh,

- "You're right. Why don't we have what she has?"

Though the rest of the girls were speaking in a playful tone, there was a deep shadow of envy in Ria's eyes.

She raised her voice and said,

- "Ugh, as if being big is always a good thing! I find those huge things of hers absolutely disgusting. A bony frame with that much flesh in one place? She looks like a pornstar, or some kind of lab-created hybrid!"

The others burst out laughing. Sneha sat quietly.

As they all laughed, her face turned pale. She felt deeply hurt.

But Ria's cruelty didn't stop. Twisting her lips, she added,

- "Honestly, I think her body is deformed. Nothing about it seems natural. She must've been born as some kind of deformed child."

Every word stabbed into Sneha like a knife.

She knew it was the shape of her body that made her different from the others. And yet, all she ever wanted was to be normal. Not to stand out in anyone's eyes.

It felt like every girl in class was now judging her based solely on the shape of her chest. They had no idea how these casual jokes, taunts, and the harsh tone of jealousy shattered her confidence every single day.

Sneha was deeply wounded by these ugly words. She didn't want to be a "different" kind of girl. She just wanted others to see her as normal, someone they could relate to.

She knew that Ria had always been jealous of her. Whenever she got the chance, Ria would throw hurtful remarks, mocking her body. The other girls seemed to isolate her purely because of her physical form. They laughed, they mocked, and Ria would cross all limits by comparing her to degrading things again and again.

What hurt Sneha the most was Ria's behavior. Since the beginning, Ria had tried to belittle her by calling her a "pornstar," lacing every word with venom. And yet Sneha knew - behind all this, there burned a deep fire of envy that even Ria herself refused to acknowledge.

The burden of those fixated eyes on her chest tired Sneha endlessly. She wanted to grow into someone who would be valued not just for her body but for her mind and her intellect. But the poisonous words that surrounded her each day seemed to be swallowing her whole - little by little.

To be continued...

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