Love Is In The Rain
It started with a slight drizzle. Shanu Ma’am was walking fast, heedless of the boy’s looking at her swinging ass. Even the girl students were jealous of her because no one looked at them in Shanu’s class. She didn’t demand attention but commanded it with her feisty personality. That day she was wearing a simple brown saree with a flimsy, cream-colored cardigan. She’d left the front buttons of her figure-hugging sweater open and passed her saree pallu through it. The raindrops became bigger,...