How I cheat my husband..

Ahh this was a really good feeling I got when I get it inside me ahh.

The math classroom buzzed with a peculiar tension as the clock ticked closer to noon. Sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, casting a dull glow on the rows of students shuffling restlessly in their seats. They all knew what was coming—the moment that could either brighten their day or cast a shadow over it. The professor's footsteps grew louder as he approached the podium, a stack of paper in his hand. Sworaj, a young man with a mop of curly hair and a perpetual smirk, leaned back in his chair, his heart thumping in anticipation. He'd studied hard for this exam, sure that he'd aced it.

Swaty, his best friend, sat beside him, her hands folded neatly on the desk, her knuckles white with anxiety. Her dark hair fell over her face, obscuring the expression of dread that Sworaj knew was there. He gave her a comforting nudge with his elbow. "Don't worry," he murmured, "You'll do fine." But Swaty's mind was elsewhere, racing with thoughts of failure.

The professor cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the room like a warning shot. He began calling out names in alphabetical order, and the tension grew tauter with every paper handed out. Sworaj felt his own palms begin to sweat as he watched the pile of results dwindle. Finally, it was their turn. He took his with a confident nod, feeling the weight of his success in the thickness of the paper. But when Swaty reached out for hers, her hand trembled.

Her eyes scanned the page, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The color drained from her cheeks, and she looked at Sworaj with wide, disbelieving eyes. He peered over, expecting to see a stellar grade, but instead found a sea of red ink and a scrawled note at the bottom: "See me after class." Sworaj's heart sank. He knew that look—the look of someone who had just realized they'd failed spectacularly.

During the lunch break, they found a quiet corner in the canteen. The cacophony of chatter and clanging cutlery didn't quite drown out the heaviness of Swaty's sigh as she set her tray down. She picked at her food, pushing the mashed potatoes around her plate. Sworaj took a deep breath. "Why don't you let my dad tutor you?" he suggested. "He's a math wizard, a PhD in derivatives. He could help you out."

Swaty's head snapped up, hope flickering in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice a mix of desperation and skepticism. "Your dad? But he's so... intense."

Sworaj chuckled, popping a fry into his mouth. "Yeah, he can be. But he's a brilliant teacher. He's the reason I'm acing all my math classes. Trust me, he'll have you understanding calculus in no time."

Swaty's expression remained unconvinced, her eyes lingering on the sad mess of food in front of her. "But what if he's too hard on me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if I can't keep up?"

Sworaj reached over and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "My dad's tough, but he's fair. And he's got a knack for explaining things in a way that makes sense. Plus, he's not as scary as he seems." He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "Look, you've got nothing to lose. Give it a shot, okay?"

"But his fees..." Swaty trailed off, her gaze dropping back to her plate. She knew that her parents would struggle to pay for a private tutor, especially one as renowned as Sworaj's father. "I think he won't charge you anything for normal like 1 hr during when he teaches me," Sworaj offered, trying to ease her worries. "It's not a big deal, yah if you need more then that he will surely charge, you know he is kinda greedy."

Swaty's eyes lit up at the mention of a free hour, and she nodded slowly, considering the offer. "Okay," she said finally, "I'll give it a shot. When can we start?"

"How about tomorrow after class?" Sworaj suggested. "We can go to my place, and he'll be free by then."

Swaty nodded, swiping a stray tear that had escaped the corner of her eye. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I really need this."

The following day, they found themselves walking to Sworaj's house, their footsteps echoing through the empty hallways of the college as the last of the students filed out. Swaty felt a knot tighten in her stomach as they approached the door. She'd worn her most modest salwar kameez, a soft blue that matched the color of the sky outside. The neckline was high, the sleeves long, leaving only a sliver of her collarbone visible. She wanted to make a good impression on Sworaj's father, to prove she was serious about her studies and deserving of his help.

Sworaj's house was a small but well-maintained bungalow, surrounded by a riot of flowers that his mother obsessively tended to. When they entered, the scent of spices and the distant sound of a news program filled the air. Sworaj led her to a cozy study, where his father sat, surrounded by books and paper. "Dad, this is Swaty," he said, gesturing to her. "Remember, she needs help with math."

Swaty's heart raced as she folded her hands in a respectful namaste. "Namaskar, sir," she managed to say, her eyes darting to the floor.

Sworaj's father, a stern man with a thick mustache and spectacles perched on the edge of his nose, looked her over for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a gruff nod, he gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit," he said. "Let's see what you're made of."

For the next hour, Swaty was bombarded with equations and formulas that made her head spin. Despite her initial apprehension, she found that Sworaj's father had a way of explaining things that clicked in her mind. He spoke with a firmness that didn't allow for confusion, and she found herself scribbling notes as fast as her hand could move. By the end of the session, she felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could pull her grades up.

As the weeks went by, Swaty became a regular fixture in the cramped study, her visits stretching from the promised hour to entire afternoons. Sworaj's father, Dr. Kulkarni, had agreed to tutor her for the semester, seeing her determination and the potential for growth. He had a no-nonsense approach to teaching, but Swaty began to appreciate the structure and discipline he brought to their sessions.

The days grew warmer, and the heat of the summer sun began to invade the study. Swaty noticed that her salwar kameez was sticking to her skin, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made her uncomfortable. She decided to switch to t-shirts and light blouses, hoping the cooler clothing would help her focus during their intense study sessions. Little by little, her attire grew more relaxed, and the occasional peek of a lacy bra strap became a common sight, though she was always careful to keep herself modest in the presence of her friend's father.

One day, as sweat beaded on her forehead and her shirt clung to her chest, revealing the faint outline of her bra, Sworaj's father looked up from his paper and his eyes linger on her chest for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. Swaty didn't notice anything because she was focused on solving the integral in front of her, her pencil flying across the page. But that glance was the first crack in the professional barrier that had existed between them.

As the days grew hotter, Swaty's outfits grew more casual. She began to wear sleeveless tops that revealed the smooth, toned skin of her arms. Dr. Kulkarni couldn't help but admire the way the muscles in her shoulders tensed as she worked through complex problems. He found himself getting distracted by the way the thin fabric of her shirts clung to the curves of her breasts, hinting at the fullness beneath. It was an unwelcome distraction, but one he couldn't ignore.

The summer holidays approached, and Sworaj excitedly packed his bags for a week-long trip to the village with his mother. At the last day of college before holidays "What !! What about our tutoring?" She asked. "Don't worry," Sworaj said with a grin, "My dad will still be here. You can keep coming over."

"What about your studies?" Swaty asked, her eyes wide with concern. "You're going to be so busy with your trip. I don't want to be a bother."

"Don't worry," Sworaj said, his voice filled with excitement. "You're not a bother at all. Besides, I know my dad enjoys helping you. He's looking forward to it."

Swaty couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she agreed to continue her tutoring sessions without Sworaj's constant presence. She liked the company and the buffer he provided, but she knew she needed the help.

The first day of Sworaj's trip, she arrived at his house feeling more vulnerable than ever. She wore a loose oversized t-shirt that had "Just Do It" emblazoned across the chest in bold letters. The shirt was a hand-me-down from her brother, and it hung down to her hips, hiding the figure she had become self-conscious of. Despite the heat, she had chosen it specifically to avoid any awkwardness with Dr. Kulkarni, not wanting to give him any reason to think she was trying to seduce him.

As they settled into their routine, Swaty noticed a subtle shift in the way Dr. Kulkarni interacted with her. His eyes lingered on her a touch longer, and his voice took on a softer tone. It was nothing overt, but it was there, a faint undercurrent that made her stomach flutter.

One sweltering afternoon, as she struggled with a particularly stubborn derivative, she looked up to find him watching her with an unreadable expression. She could feel the heat from his gaze, and her cheeks grew warm. "Do you need a break?" he asked, his smirk hinting at something more than just a pause in their study session.

"No," Swaty said, shaking her head. "I want to get this down before the holidays are over. I'll manage."

Dr. Kulkarni nodded, his smirk lingering. "As you wish," he said. "But remember, nothing in life comes for free."

Swaty's heart raced as she pondered his cryptic words. What could he mean by that? She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the math in front of her. They worked through the evening, the air thick with the promise of an approaching storm outside. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the session, Dr. Kulkarni leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "Now," he began, "about the additional time you requested..."

Her stomach did a somersault. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked, her voice small.

Dr. Kulkarni leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "Your dedication to your studies is commendable, Swaty," he said, his voice low and measured. "But as I said earlier, nothing in life is free."

Swaty felt a shiver run down her spine. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked again, her voice a whisper.

"Let's just say," Dr. Kulkarni continued, his eyes never leaving hers, "that I expect something in return for the extra help." His smirk grew wider, and Swaty felt a knot form in her stomach. What could he possibly want from her? She searched his eyes, looking for any hint of what he might be implying, but all she found was a deep, unsettling hunger.

"I will tell you tomorrow now go," Dr. Kulkarni said, his smirk still playing on his lips as he dismissed Swaty.

Swaty gathered her books, her mind racing. She was acutely aware of his eyes on her as she bent over to stuff her notebook into her bag. The fabric of her shirt tightened around her breasts, and she could feel his gaze lingering there, a silent caress that made her skin crawl. She zipped her bag shut, standing up quickly to break the tension. As she did, she caught a glimpse of his eyes, and she saw the unmistakable hunger there—a hunger that had nothing to do with math.

The next day, she arrived at Sworaj's house in a tank top and loose shorts. The temperature had soared to over 40 degrees, and the heat was suffocating. She was sweating before she even reached the door, the fabric sticking to her skin. She hoped the casual attire would be a good excuse for her flustered state, should Dr. Kulkarni make any more inappropriate comments.

The study was stifling, the fan above them barely stirring the hot air. As they sat down to work, Swaty found it hard to concentrate. She was acutely aware of his eyes on her, tracing the curves of her body beneath the fabric. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the equations in front of her. But every time she moved, she could feel his gaze following her.

"Now, Swaty," Dr. Kulkarni began, his tone deceptively casual, "about that extra help I've been providing." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. "I think it's only fair that we discuss my compensation."

Swaty's heart thudded in her chest. She knew what he was hinting at, and she felt a mix of disgust and fear. She forced a smile, her voice shaking slightly. "Of course, sir. Whatever you think is fair."

"I'm glad you see it that way," Dr. Kulkarni said, his eyes traveling over her body once more before returning to hers. "You see, my fee for this extra attention is... special."

Swaty's stomach twisted into knots as she waited for him to elaborate. She knew what he was implying, and she didn't like it one bit. "What kind of... special fee?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Well," Dr. Kulkarni began, leaning forward with a glint in his eye, "it's not monetary, if that's what you're thinking." He paused, a smug smile playing on his lips. "I'm a man of certain... tastes. And I've noticed how dedicated you are to your studies." His eyes raked over her, lingering on the way her tank top clung to her breasts, the sweat making the fabric almost transparent. "Thank you sir, I don't have much money with me in my savings and i am from a poor family," Swaty replied, her voice trembling.

The room felt even hotter as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her face. "Don't worry about that," he whispered. "I'm not asking for money." His hand reached out and brushed against her bare thigh, sending a shockwave through her body. "What I want," he said, his voice dropping even lower, "is a little... companionship."

Swaty's mind raced as she processed his words. Companionship? Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? "I-I don't understand, sir," she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"It's simple, Swaty," Dr. Kulkarni said, his voice smooth as silk. "You give me what I want, and I'll make sure you pass math with flying colors." His hand slid higher up her thigh, his fingers lightly grazing the edge of her shorts.

Swaty's mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. She knew what he was implying, and she wanted to scream and run away. But the thought of failing math, of letting her parents down, was too much to bear. She swallowed hard and tried to keep her voice steady. "What do you mean by companionship, sir?"

Dr. Kulkarni's eyes gleamed as he leaned closer. "You're a beautiful girl, Swaty," he murmured, his hand sliding further up her leg. "And I'm a man who appreciates beauty. I want you to show me that same dedication you have for math in other... ways."

Swaty felt nauseous. She knew what he was saying, but she couldn't believe it was happening. She was just a student, seeking help. But the desperation in her heart to save her grades held her in place. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "What other ways, sir?"

Dr. Kulkarni leaned back, his hand still resting on her leg. "Let's just say, Swaty, that I enjoy the company of young, eager minds like yours. And I'm sure you'd be eager to ensure your academic success, wouldn't you?" His eyes bore into hers, and she felt trapped.

Her thoughts swirled with panic. She couldn't believe that her lifeline, her path to passing math, had turned into this. But the fear of failure gnawed at her, and she found herself nodding, unable to find the strength to voice her protest. "I'll think about it, sir," she murmured, her voice trembling.

"Good girl," he said, his hand moving away from her leg. "Take your time. But remember, the offer is only on the table for a limited period. And the longer you take, the steeper the price might get."

Swaty felt a cold chill despite the suffocating heat. She managed a nod and gathered her things, her legs shaking as she stood. She couldn't believe what had just transpired. She walked out of the house, her mind racing. How had she let this happen? How could she tell Sworaj? Would he believe her?

The next day, she returned to the study, her stomach in knots. Dr. Kulkarni greeted her with a knowing smile, his eyes dropping to her bare shoulders. She had chosen a blouse with spaghetti straps today, hoping that the increased coverage would deter his wandering hands. As they sat down to work, she felt his gaze lingering on the exposed skin, his fingers twitching with restrained desire.

Swaty tried to focus on the math in front of her, but the anticipation of his touch was almost too much to bear. And then it came—his hand, light as a feather, brushing against her shoulder. She flinched, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his thumb began to trace lazy circles, sending a shiver down her spine. "You have such a beautiful shape," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "So delicate, so... appealing."

"What is your bra size, Swaty?" Dr. Kulkarni's voice was a purr, his hand still resting on her shoulder. She felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart racing.

"Sir, please," she protested weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't appropriate."

But his hand remained, his thumb tracing small circles, his touch feather-light, sending goosebumps across her skin. "Your skin is like velvet," he said, his voice low and soothing, as if he was speaking to a skittish animal. "So soft, so warm."

What's your dress size, this you can directly tell me, no?" Dr. Kulkarni's voice was like honey, dripping with sweetness that made Swaty's skin crawl. She felt his hand slip off her shoulder and down her arm, his fingers grazing the bare skin of her forearm. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I... I'm a large," she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible.

He hummed in appreciation, his hand moving to her thigh again. "Your dedication to your studies is truly inspiring," he said, his fingertips dancing closer to the hem of her shorts. "But I find myself equally fascinated by your dedication to... other pursuits."

"Now tell me what's your bra size, I won't bite," he said, his voice a soft purr. Swaty felt a shiver run down her spine. She didn't know how to react to this sudden turn of events.

"I'm a D cup, sir," she murmured, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She felt his eyes on her chest, his gaze lingering on the outline of her breasts beneath her blouse. "Your body is a masterpiece," he said, his voice filled with awe. "A true testament to the beauty of mathematics—symmetrical, balanced, and absolutely mesmerizing."

"How is your only progess in your chest size?" Dr. Kulkarni said with a sly grin, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your dedication to your studies is admirable, but I suspect your other assets are equally distracting for the boys in your class, yes?"

Swaty felt a wave of revulsion crash over her. She knew he was baiting her, but she couldn't help the defensive tone that crept into her voice. "I don't know what you mean, sir," she said, her voice shaking. "Let's start a light question are you a virgin, Swaty?" Dr. Kulkarni's eyes bore into hers, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Swaty's cheeks grew even hotter, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "That's none of your business, sir," she said firmly, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

"Ah, but it is, my dear," he said, his hand sliding further up her thigh. "If we're to have this... arrangement, I need to know what I'm working with." His grip tightened, and she felt the heat of his hand through the thin fabric of her shorts.

Swaty's mind raced as she replied "I- I'm not sure what you're talking about, sir," trying to keep her voice steady. The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the fan and the sound of her own heart hammering in her chest.

"Don't be a child Swaty. I am asking about how you ever had sex before," Dr. Kulkarni said with a smirk, his hand moving higher up her thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the juncture of her legs. Swaty felt a hot tear slip down her cheek, her mind racing with fear and confusion. How had this become her reality?

"I've never had sex, sir," she whispered, her voice trembling. She couldn't believe she was admitting this to her friend's father, a man she had once respected as a teacher.

Dr. Kulkarni's smirk grew wider as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice thick with something that could've been disappointment or hunger. "Well, in that case, you're quite the prize, aren't you?"

Swaty felt a hot flush spread across her chest, the tank top she had chosen now feeling like it was painted on her skin. His gaze was like a brand, searing her with every inch it traveled. She wished she could disappear, but she knew she couldn't. Not until she had passed math.

"Your dedication to your studies is commendable, Swaty," Dr. Kulkarni said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "But tell me, have you ever allowed anyone to... appreciate your assets in a more... physical way?"

Swaty felt a hot blush creep up her neck, her eyes widening in shock. She was acutely aware of his gaze, which had drifted from her eyes to her chest. The tank top she wore clung to her damp skin, her D cup breasts pressing against the fabric. She hadn't anticipated this turn in the conversation, and she didn't know how to respond. "Sir, I don't understand, assets? Physical way? Please, let's stick to math," she stammered, trying to steer the conversation back to the safety of academics.

"Ah, but your assets are as much a part of you as your mind, Swaty," Dr. Kulkarni said, his eyes still on her breasts. "I'm talking about these," he added, gesturing vaguely at her chest. "How did they get so... perfect?"

Swaty felt her blush deepen as she realized he was referring to her breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from his gaze. "They're just... there, sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never let anyone touch me like that."

"Fascinating," Dr. Kulkarni murmured, his hand moving from her leg to the edge of the table. "Do you ever... admire them yourself?"

Swaty's eyes shot to his, horrified. "What are you talking about, sir?"

Dr. Kulkarni leaned in, his gaze unwavering. "Your breasts, Swaty. How is it that they've grown so... substantial without you giving them the attention they deserve?" He paused, his smile predatory. "Do you ever... play with them, in the privacy of your own room?"

Swaty's mouth went dry, and she could feel her heart racing. She had never been so mortified in her life. "Sir, please," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's not something I do."

"Ah, such innocence," Dr. Kulkarni said, his eyes still locked on her chest. "But I suspect you're curious about how they might feel in someone else's hands." His hand hovered in the air, as if contemplating reaching out to her.

Swaty felt a strange mix of fear and curiosity. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she didn't know how to react. "I-I'm not sure what you mean, sir," she said, her voice quivering.

"Come sit on my lap I will make you understand," Dr. Kulkarni said, his tone no longer that of a teacher but something darker, something that made Swaty's stomach drop. She felt the room close in around her, the heat seeming to thicken the air and make it harder to breathe. She looked around desperately for an escape, but there was no way out.

Swaty felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she slowly rose from her chair, her legs trembling. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her with a hunger that made her want to run and hide. As she approached him, she could feel his gaze on her chest, his desire palpable. She sat on the edge of his lap, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

"Now, let's get comfortable," he said, his arms sliding around her waist. She stiffened as he pulled her closer, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her midriff. "Relax, Swaty. We're just two adults discussing your... education."

Swaty's breathing grew shallow as she felt his hand move upward, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but she was frozen, her body betraying her as a wave of panic washed over her. "Sir, I-I can't," she managed to say, her voice shaking.

Dr. Kulkarni chuckled, his grip on her waist tightening. "You're so tense," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Let me show you how it's done." His hand moved up further, his palm cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. She could feel his thumb circling her nipple, teasing it into a hard peak.

Swaty gasped, her eyes wide with shock and horror. She had never felt anyone's touch like this before, and she didn't know how to react. But she knew she had to do something—she couldn't let this continue. "Sir, please," she whispered, trying to push his hand away.

But Dr. Kulkarni was insistent, his grip on her waist unyielding. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "And I can tell you're a fast learner." His other hand began to slide up her thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing the fabric of her shorts.

Swaty felt a surge of disgust and fear, but she couldn't find the words to stop him. She sat there, rigid with tension, as his hand moved closer to the apex of her legs. She knew she had to act, but she was paralyzed with some strange feeling that wasn't entirely unpleasant. His hand was warm and firm, and despite her revulsion, she felt a stirring deep within her.

"Sir, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm simply teaching you biology, Swaty," Dr. Kulkarni said, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles around her breast. "The human body is a complex machine, and every part has its function." He paused, his thumb brushing over her nipple again. "Breasts, for instance, are not just for aesthetic pleasure. They serve a vital role in reproduction, nurturing new life." "Do you know what's the function of these?", He asked, his voice taking on an educational tone.

Swaty's mind was in turmoil. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but she found herself transfixed by his words, his touch. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him. "For feeding baby sir," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Ah, yes," Dr. Kulkarni said, his voice low and soothing. "But do you know how it feels like when a child sucks on these?" His hand grew bolder, squeezing her breast gently. Swaty's breath hitched, and she tried to push his hand away, but her body was responding in ways she didn't understand.

"It's okay," he cooed, his thumb brushing against her nipple. "Let me show you how it feels. Just imagine, you are a mother feeding her child." His hand moved from her breast to her face, wiping the sweat off her cheek with a gentle touch that was at odds with the situation. "Come with me," he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet.

Swaty felt light-headed as he led her down the hallway, his grip firm on her arm. The walls of the house seemed to close in on her, the air thick with a tension she had never felt before. She knew she should protest, she should run, but her legs seemed to move of their own accord, carrying her toward the door at the end of the hallway—his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the harsh glare of the outside world. The smell of his cologne filled the space, a cloying scent that made her feel even more trapped. The bed loomed large, the sheets a rumpled invitation to something she didn't want to consider. "Sir, I don't think—" she began, but his hand on her shoulder silenced her.

He guided her to the bed, his touch firm yet gentle, a contradiction that only served to heighten her confusion. "Just lie down," he murmured, his voice a hypnotic coo that sent shivers down her spine. "Let me show you something that will help you relax."

The mattress was cool beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. She lay there, her heart racing, as he moved to stand beside her. He leaned over, his hand reaching for the hem of her tank top. She wanted to protest, to push him away, but the words stuck in her throat. "Sir, I don't think—" she started again, but his finger against her lips silenced her.

"Shh," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "This is all part of your education, Swaty. You're a bright girl, you know that you can't put a price tag on knowledge." He began to pull her top up, exposing her midriff. She could feel the fabric sticking to her skin, the air conditioning cold against the wet fabric. His eyes lingered on her stomach, tracing the curve of her belly button before moving back up to her eyes.

Swaty's thoughts were a jumbled mess. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but she was paralyzed by fear and the weight of his expectations. As he lifted the tank top over her head, she could feel the cool air of the room caress her breasts, the fabric of her bra the only barrier between her and his hungry gaze.

"Now, isn't that better?" Dr. Kulkarni murmured, his eyes raking over her exposed skin. She shivered, the cold air of the room making her nipples tighten. She felt his hand move to her chest, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her breasts bounced free, and she could see the lust in his eyes as he took in the sight of her.

Swaty felt a strange mix of fear and arousal. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But there was something about the way he was looking at her that made her feel... desired. His hand cupped her left breast, his thumb stroking her nipple until it was as hard as a pebble. She bit her lip, trying to keep in a gasp of pleasure.

"See, Swaty?" Dr. Kulkarni's voice was low and coaxing. "This is natural, beautiful. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. The sensation was foreign, yet strangely enjoyable. She felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

"Just close your eyes and think like you are breastfeeding," Dr. Kulkarni instructed, his voice thick with lust as he suckled on her nipple. Swaty's eyes fluttered shut, her mind racing with the implications of what she was allowing to happen. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced—both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her breathing grew ragged as he switched to the other breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She felt a strange warmth pooling between her legs, and she squirmed uncomfortably. He chuckled against her skin, his hands moving to her hips to still her movements. "Don't fight it, Swaty," he murmured. "This is what your body was made for."

The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, and she felt his erection pressing against her thigh. Panic bubbled up within her, but his hand was on her face, turning it towards him. His eyes searched hers, a silent question in his gaze. "Do you want this?"

Swaty's mind was a storm of confusion. She didn't want it, but she didn't know how to say no. "I-I don't know," she stuttered, feeling the weight of his body on hers, his hands roaming her skin with an expert touch.

"That's all I need to hear," Dr. Kulkarni murmured, his voice thick with desire. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to love this, I promise."

Swaty's heart hammered in her chest as she felt his hand slide down to the button of her shorts. She knew she should protest, but she was paralyzed by a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome curiosity. He unzipped them and began to tug them down, his hand brushing against the lace of her panties. She lay there, trembling, as he revealed her most private parts to the cool air.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmured, his fingers tracing the elastic band of her panties. "And these..." His voice trailed off, and she felt his thumb stroke the damp fabric. She gasped, her body betraying her with a sudden, unwanted spike of arousal. "They're already begging for my touch."

Swaty's eyes flew open, reality crashing down on her. She couldn't let this happen, she couldn't. Summoning all her strength, she pushed against his chest with a cry. "Sir, no! Please, stop!"

For a moment, Dr. Kulkarni's expression was one of surprise, his eyes widening slightly. But then, his smile grew predatory, his grip on her wrists tightening. "Why so shy, Swaty?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I know you want this."

"No," she managed to say, the word barely more than a whimper. "I don't. Not today." Her voice was shaking, but she found a shred of resolve.

Dr. Kulkarni's eyes searched hers for a moment, the lust in them flickering with something like annoyance before it was quickly banked. He released her wrists and took a step back, his gaze traveling down her body, lingering on the wet spot on her panties. "Why not today?" he asked, his tone curious rather than angry.

Swaty took a deep breath, her heart racing. "I'm on my fertility days," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's risky." She hadn't been expecting to use this excuse, but it had come to her in a flash of desperation. She watched his expression carefully, waiting for his reaction.

Dr. Kulkarni's eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin before he nodded, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice still low and coaxing. He stepped back, giving her the space she desperately needed. "I had no idea, Swaty."

Swaty sat up, quickly pulling her tank top back down and fumbling to reattach her bra. Her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't meet his gaze. "I-it's okay, sir," she said, her voice shaky. "I shouldn't have let things go so far." She knew she was lying, that she had done everything she could to resist his advances, but she felt a strange need to placate him, to make him believe she had some say in the matter.

Dr. Kulkarni stepped back, his expression unreadable. "Very well," he said, his voice smooth. "We'll resume our lesson." He returned to his chair, his eyes never leaving her as she adjusted her clothing. The tension in the room was palpable, thick as a fog that she couldn't seem to cut through.

They went through the motions of the math lesson, Swaty's mind a whirlwind of emotions as she struggled to focus on the equations in front of her. Each time she looked up, she could feel his gaze on her, heavy and insistent. The air was charged with something that went beyond the academic, and she knew she had to tread carefully.

Her phone rang shrilly, the sound piercing the tension in the room. It was her mother, checking in on her schedule. Dr. Kulkarni picked it up with a casual ease that made Swaty's stomach churn. He spoke to her mother in a warm, reassuring tone, telling her that Swaty was working hard and might need extra time for her tutoring sessions. Her mother's voice was filled with gratitude, thanking him profusely for his dedication. Swaty could feel the guilt weighing on her as she listened, knowing the truth behind his words.

When he hung up, Dr. Kulkarni looked at her with a knowing smile. "It seems you'll be staying a little longer," he said, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Your mother's quite pleased with the progress you're making."

Swaty nodded, trying to ignore the tremble in her voice as she said, "Yes, sir. I'm very grateful for your help."

They resumed the lesson, Dr. Kulkarni leaning over her to explain a particularly tricky derivative. She could feel his breath on her neck, and every time she moved to reach for her pen, she was acutely aware of his eyes on her breasts. She tried to focus on the math, his hand slides to cup her bare breast as he points to the board, his thumb circling her nipple as if it were a mathematical symbol.

Swaty's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and unwanted arousal. She tried to ignore the sensation, to focus on the numbers and formulas that danced before her eyes, but it was like trying to ignore a thunderstorm raging in the room. His touch was insistent, a silent demand that she couldn't ignore. She stumbled over her words, her mind a fog of confusion and fear.

"I'll grab it for you," he said, standing up abruptly. She nodded, her eyes not leaving the math problem in front of her. She heard the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway, the thump of a door opening and closing. The moment he was gone, she let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she clutched the pen tightly.

When Dr. Kulkarni returned, he was holding a bra, his expression unreadable. "You forgot this," he said, his voice a low rumble. He tossed it onto the bed, and Swaty's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She could feel her heart racing, her eyes darting to the undergarment and back to the math problem, desperately trying to focus.

As she reached for the bra, his hand landed on her shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "Let me help," he offered, his fingers tracing the edge of the tank top. Swaty flinched but allowed him to help her, his touch making her skin crawl as he slid the straps over her arms. She could feel his eyes on her, watching every movement, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You know, Swaty," he said, his voice low and seductive, "I find your dedication to your studies... very arousing." She shivered, the sensation of his breath against her skin making her stomach twist into knots. He stepped back, and she quickly slipped the bra on, her cheeks flaming red. She didn't know how to respond, so she focused on the math problem in front of her, her hand shaking as she picked up her pen.

"Now, let's get back to the lesson," Dr. Kulkarni said, his tone returning to one of professionalism, though his eyes remained hungry. He leaned over her again, his hand moving to the small of her back. Swaty felt his touch burn through the fabric of her shirt, his fingers moving slowly upwards, pressing against the band of her new bra. She couldn't believe what was happening—here she was, trying to save her academic career, and she was being subjected to this humiliation.

Her cheeks were on fire as she worked through the problem, his fingers inching closer to the swell of her breast with each passing moment. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and she tried to ignore the feeling of his erection against her back. She had never felt so violated, so exposed. But she also felt a strange sense of power—he wanted her, and she had something he craved.

The next day, Swaty woke up feeling sick to her stomach. The memory of Dr. Kulkarni's touch haunted her dreams, leaving her feeling dirty and used. She didn't want to go back for another tutoring session, but she knew she had to. Her future was at stake, and she had no other choice. She picked out an outfit that was as modest as possible, hoping it would serve as a barrier between them.

But as she walked into the tutoring room, she felt a strange sense of defiance. If he was going to treat her this way, then she would show him she wasn't a helpless victim. She had chosen a beautiful, yet conservative dress that hugged her curves gently without revealing too much. The fabric was soft against her skin, and she felt a sense of power in looking good while maintaining her dignity.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Kulkarni," she said, her voice firm as she took her seat at the desk. She was determined to keep the situation as professional as possible, even as she felt his eyes roam over her. He cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on her chest before meeting her eyes.

"Swaty," he greeted her, his voice thick. "You look... quite different today."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she met his eyes, dressed in a dress that was more than just modest—it was a declaration. A beautiful, deep blue dress that hugged her curves in a way that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. The neckline was high, but the fabric clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. She knew he could see her nipples straining against the fabric, and she felt a strange thrill at the thought. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts.

As they began the lesson, Dr. Kulkarni's eyes kept drifting down to her chest, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. Swaty felt a warmth spread through her, a heady mix of fear and excitement. She knew she had chosen the dress deliberately, using her sexuality as a shield to protect herself. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but she had to keep her wits about her.

As she worked through the math problems, his hand would occasionally brush against her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the tension building in the room, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and the unspoken desires that hung between them.

"You're getting the hang of this, Swaty," he murmured, leaning over her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. His hand slipped off the edge of the desk and onto her thigh, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Swaty's pulse quickened, her mind racing as she tried to focus on the equations in front of her. She could feel his eyes on her chest, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts.

Without warning, his hand moved up to cover her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound. He leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "Just relax," he whispered. "Let me help you with this one." His hand began to knead her flesh through the fabric of her dress, his touch both firm and gentle.

Swaty's body responded despite herself, her nipple pebbling against his palm. She felt a warmth spread through her, a confusing mix of fear and arousal that made her head spin. She knew she should push him away, that this was wrong, but she was paralyzed by the situation, trapped by her own desperation to succeed.

The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as he began to unbutton her dress. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her exposed skin. Each button released was like a silent surrender to his will, her resolve crumbling brick by brick. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her bra to the cool air.

"Magnificent," he murmured, his eyes greedy as he stared at her breasts. "You really are a natural." His hand slid under the fabric, cupping her flesh, his thumb stroking her sensitive skin. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed for her to stop him.

Swaty's heart pounded in her chest as she felt his hand move to her back, deftly unclasping her bra. The fabric fell away, leaving her breasts bare to his hungry gaze. She sat there, trembling, as he took one in his hand, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, a strange blend of pleasure and humiliation that she hadn't anticipated.

He leaned in, his hot breath against her ear as he whispered, "This is what you need to relax, isn't it?" His other hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She could feel his erection pressing against her, a silent demand that she couldn't ignore.

But even as she felt his hand move to the waistband of her underwear, she found the strength to protest. "Sir, no," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, we can't."

Dr. Kulkarni paused, his hand still on her hip. For a moment, she thought she had won, that he would back off. But then he chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver of dread through her. "Don't worry, Swaty," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "This is just part of the lesson." And with that, he tugged at her panties, pulling them down over her hips.

The cold air of the room hit her bare skin, and she felt exposed and vulnerable. She wanted to cover herself, to run away, but she was trapped. She could feel his hand on her thigh, moving closer to the apex of her legs. "Trust me," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "You'll enjoy this."

Swaty bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her body responded to his touch. She couldn't let this happen, she couldn't. But as his hand found her wetness, she realized with a start that she was already wet, already aroused by the very thing she was fighting against. She gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with tension, as she tried to find the strength to resist.

The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, and she knew she had to act fast. "Sir, will it hurt?"

"Only a little," he assured her, his voice a seductive purr. "It's part of the learning process." His hand slid up her thigh, and she felt the heat of his skin against her own.

Swaty took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen. She has started feeling funny down there, a feeling she had never felt before. She knew it was wrong, but she also want it deep in her heart. His hand was so close to her core, and she couldn't help but feel a strange excitement, mixed with fear. She knew she should stop him, but she was curious, and a part of her didn't want to.

As Dr. Kulkarni's hand touched her, she felt a jolt of pleasure that made her gasp. He chuckled, his grip tightening on her wrists. "See?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "This is what you've been missing."

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The fear and disgust she knew she should feel were overshadowed by the unexpected thrill coursing through her body. She had never felt anything like this before, and she found herself straining against his hold, not to pull away, but to get closer.

As his hand slipped inside her panties, she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips. His touch was gentle, almost tender, as his fingers explored her folds. He murmured something in her ear, words she didn't quite catch, but his tone was one of encouragement, of praise. And she wanted that praise, she realized. She wanted to be good at this, to satisfy him in a way she never had to satisfy anyone before.

Her eyes slammed shut as he found her clit, his thumb circling it with a rhythm that had her hips bucking against his hand. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests. It was wrong, she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself from leaning into it, from letting out the soft moans that seemed to spur him on.

"That's it, Swaty," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Just let go."

Her eyes remained squeezed shut as she felt his fingers slide into her wetness, the pad of his thumb finding that sensitive spot that she had only read about in whispers with her friends. His other hand was busy teasing her nipples, tugging and rolling them in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. It was as if he had a map of her body, of all the places that could make her squirm and whimper.

The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing herself against his hand. He chuckled, a dark sound that seemed to resonate through her entire being, and increased the pressure, his movements becoming more deliberate. Swaty could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within her, a tight coil of pleasure that she hadn't anticipated. She didn't know if it was the fear, the excitement, or the sheer newness of it all, but she was powerless to stop it.

As Dr. Kulkarni's fingers danced over her sensitive flesh, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the movements of his hand between her legs. Swaty could feel his erection pressing against her side, and she knew that he was as lost in the moment as she was. The taste of him was strange, but not unpleasant, and she found herself responding, her tongue tangling with his as she gave herself over to the sensation.

His hand slid from her nipples to her waist, his grip tight as he pulled her closer. His other hand remained between her thighs, his thumb still working her clit with an expert precision that had her writhing in her seat. But he wasn't satisfied with just that—his fingers slid lower, finding her opening and pressing inside without preamble. She gasped into his mouth, the sensation of fullness overwhelming her as he began to stroke her g-spot with a firmness that she had never experienced before.

Swaty's body responded with an eagerness that surprised even her. Her hips moved in time with his hand, her breath coming in short gasps as the orgasm built inside her. She could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her body begging for release. It was wrong, she knew it, but she couldn't fight the pleasure that was coursing through her, the way he was making her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.

His kiss grew more demanding, his tongue delving deeper as he claimed her mouth, his other hand moving to her neck, his thumb pressing gently against her pulse point. The pressure grew, his fingers moving faster and harder, until she could feel herself teetering on the edge of something she hadn't even known existed.

Swaty's body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as she approached climax. She could feel the tension in his own body, his hand gripping her hip as he held her in place. His breathing was harsh, his chest rising and falling against hers, and she knew he was just as lost in the moment as she was.

But then, just as she felt the first wave of pleasure begin to crest, he pulled away, his hand leaving her trembling body. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "First, I need to show you something."

Swaty's eyes snapped open, the haze of desire dissipating as confusion and fear set in. Dr. Kulkarni was standing now, his pants unzipped, his erection standing tall and proud. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet and turning her around so that she faced the bed. "Bend over," he instructed, his voice firm and commanding.

Her knees trembled as she did as she was told, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. This wasn't a romantic encounter or an innocent mistake—this was a violation. But she was trapped, her mind racing with thoughts of her future, her studies, and the consequences of her actions.

Dr. Kulkarni stepped closer, his breathing heavy as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his erection pressing against her ass. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his voice strained with need. She obeyed, the coldness of the floor seeping through her thin dress.

Her heart raced as she felt him slide his hand between her legs, his fingers coated with her own wetness. He rubbed the slickness over the head of his cock before guiding it to her entrance. She tensed, bracing herself for the pain she had heard about. But instead of pushing in, he leaned down and whispered, "Relax, Swaty. You're going to do so well."

The warmth of his breath on her neck made her shiver, and she felt his hand move to her hip, holding her steady as the tip of his cock nudged against her. She could feel the blunt pressure, and she bit her lip, trying to focus on the pattern of the bedsheet infront of her. She was torn between the fear of the pain she knew was coming and the anticipation of the pleasure he had already shown her.

Swaty's mind was racing as she felt him enter her, inch by inch. It burned, and she couldn't hold back a whimper. But then he stopped, his hand moving up to gently cup her cheek. "Look at me," he said, his voice softer than before. She turned her head to meet his eyes, and for a brief moment, she saw something that almost looked like... tenderness. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, and she felt a strange mix of revulsion and gratitude.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed all the way in, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and pain. He began to move, his hips rocking into hers in a rhythm that she felt all the way to her toes. It hurt, but there was something else there, a spark of something that she didn't understand. She felt her body begin to respond, her muscles contracting around him as she tried to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.

Swaty could feel the heat of his skin, his breath on her neck, and the weight of his body pressing her into the bed. His hands held her hips firmly, guiding her movements, and she found herself moving in sync with him, her body instinctively seeking out the sensation she had felt earlier. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that wanted to escape, but it was no use. She was lost in the feeling of him inside her, his strokes growing faster, deeper.

Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion and desire. This wasn't what she had planned, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to him. She felt his hand move up to cover her mouth, muffling her sounds of pleasure, his other hand reaching around to continue playing with her clit. The dual sensation was too much, and she felt her orgasm building again, her body tightening around him.

He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his own climax. "You're so tight," he whispered, his voice strained with lust. "So perfect."

Swaty's body was on fire, her thoughts a whirlwind of sensations. She didn't know what was happening to her—why she was letting this happen, why she was responding to his touch. But she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building inside her, the way her body was moving with his, seeking more of that exquisite feeling.

Her hands gripped the bedsheets as his rhythm grew more intense. She could feel his breath on her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe. His hand slid from her mouth to her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He kissed her there, his tongue tracing a line up to her ear. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive purr.

Swaty's breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't want to admit it, but she did. The pain was fading, replaced by a building crescendo of pleasure. Dr. Kulkarni must have noticed her response, because he pulled out of her with a wet sound, his cock glistening with her arousal. He flipped her onto her back, and she stared up at him, her heart racing as he hovered over her.

The room was silent except for their ragged breaths as he settled between her legs. His eyes were dark with desire, his pupils dilated. He took his time, savoring the sight of her bare and exposed beneath him. Swaty felt a strange thrill at being the object of his desire, even as a voice in the back of her head screamed for her to stop this. But she couldn't. She was trapped, ensnared by the confusing mix of fear and arousal that he had woken in her.

As he positioned himself at her entrance once more, she felt a pang of apprehension. The pain from earlier was still fresh in her mind, but she knew she had to go through with it. For her grades. For her future. She took a deep breath, bracing herself as he pushed inside her again. This time, it didn't hurt as much—or maybe she was just too lost in the moment to care.

He began to move, his eyes locked on hers, and she couldn't look away. They changed position, moving from doggy style to missionary, his body weight pressing her into the mattress. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, and the intimacy of it all was almost too much to bear. His hand moved to her hip, his grip firm as he held her in place, his other hand sliding up to cup her face.

As he thrust into her, she felt her breasts bounce with every movement, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, claiming kiss that left her breathless. His hand slid from her face, down her neck, and over her chest, his fingers playing with her nipples before palming her breasts. He squeezed gently, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing herself into his touch.

The feeling of his hands on her was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He broke the kiss, his gaze dropping to her chest, and she watched as his mouth watered. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling and biting gently. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as he switched to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Her boobs were bouncing with every thrust, and he couldn't resist the temptation anymore. He pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of them. He cupped them in his hands, weighing them before his thumbs found her nipples again, teasing them into hard peaks. Swaty's breath hitched as he bent his head, his mouth closing over one, his tongue swirling around the tight bud. She could feel her body responding, her core clenching around him as he sucked.

The sensation was too much, and she found herself moaning, her hands moving to his hair, holding him to her as her hips began to buck in response. He groaned against her skin, the vibration sending a new wave of pleasure through her. His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit again. He began to rub in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Swaty's eyes squeezed shut as the tension grew, her body tightening like a coiled spring. She could feel the orgasm building again, a warm, pulsing ache that she hadn't thought possible after the first one. Her legs began to shake, her muscles tensing as she approached the brink.

"Come for me, Swaty," Dr. Kulkarni whispered, his voice a dark command. His thumb was merciless on her clit, his cock pumping into her with a fervor that she couldn't help but respond to. She bit her lip, her moans growing louder, her body begging for release.

"Is it your safe day?" he rasped, his breath hot against her neck as he continued to thrust into her. Swaty nodded, her voice lost to the pleasure that was consuming her. She felt his grip on her hips tighten, his movements growing more urgent.

The tension built within her, her body responding to his relentless rhythm. She could feel the heat of his breath, his ragged pants mingling with her own moans. "Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a thrill through her. His thumb on her clit was unyielding, and she knew she was close to the edge.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure that seemed to drown out everything else. She could feel her walls clamping down on him, her body shuddering with the intensity of it all. "Swaty," he groaned, his voice a hoarse whisper. She felt his body tense, and then the warmth of his release filled her, a series of powerful pulses that matched the spasms of her own climax.

He pulled out, panting, and she lay there, trembling, feeling both violated and oddly satisfied. She looked down at her stomach, watching as the first rope of his cum leaked out of her, staining the white fabric of her panties. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at being the cause of such a powerful reaction from him.

But the moment was short-lived. The reality of what had just happened crashed down around her, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek. She had just had sex with her best friend's father—her math tutor. The guilt was suffocating, and she didn't know how she would ever be able to face Sworaj again.

Dr. Kulkarni leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion. He gave her a knowing smile that made her stomach churn. "We'll finish our lesson now, won't we?" he said, his tone deceptively casual.

Swaty nodded, her mind racing as she quickly dressed, trying to ignore the sticky wetness between her legs. She felt dirty, used, but also... alive? It was a confusing mix of emotions that she didn't know how to process. She pulled her clothes on, her movements mechanical, as he watched with a smug satisfaction that only served to fuel her growing anger and embarrassment.

They returned to the desk, and she took her seat, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of what had just transpired. He resumed his lecture, his voice calm and collected, as if nothing had happened. But every so often, his gaze would flicker down to her chest, and she could feel his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts, now visible thanks to his earlier assault.

Swaty's mind was a mess of confusion and anger. How could she let this happen? But she knew the answer—she also wanted this.

They both dressed in silence, the tension in the room palpable. Swaty's dress felt tight and uncomfortable against her sensitive skin. She avoided looking at Dr. Kulkarni as she pulled her bra and panties back into place, feeling his gaze on her every movement. When she was dressed, she turned to face him, her expression a mix of fear and defiance.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice shaking. "For me to be your little fuck toy?"

Dr. Kulkarni's smile didn't falter. "You're much more than that, Swaty. You're an intelligent, beautiful young woman who's about to learn the true value of a good education." "I would love to have child with you but socity won't accept so we will just satisfy each other for now," he added, his eyes never leaving her face as he spoke. The words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

Swaty felt a chill run down her spine. This wasn't just about grades anymore—it was about survival. She knew that she had to keep her wits about her if she was going to make it out of this situation with her dignity intact. "I'll keep coming for the lessons," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you promise to keep this between us."

Dr. Kulkarni leaned back in his chair, his gaze raking over her. "I think we understand each other," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Your secret is safe with me, as long as you continue to be a good student—and a good girl."

Swaty nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears. She knew what he meant—she was to be his in every way, at his beck and call whenever he wanted. She felt a part of herself die inside, but she had no choice. Her grades, her future, depended on it.

The rest of the lecture passed in a blur, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. She nodded and took notes, maintaining the facade of the eager student, even as she felt the weight of his eyes on her. Every time she shifted in her seat, she was acutely aware of the ache between her legs, a constant reminder of what had just occurred.

The next day, Swaty found herself standing outside Dr. Kulkarni's office again, her heart racing. This time, she knew what to expect, and a part of her was almost looking forward to it. She had made the decision to play along, to use the situation to her advantage. If she could keep him satisfied, maybe she could control the situation. Maybe she could even enjoy it.

When he saw her, his eyes lit up, and she felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. She had worn a dress today that was tighter than usual, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. As she stepped into the room, she made sure to give him a good look, watching his pupils dilate with lust.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Kulkarni," she said, her voice cool and collected. She sat down, her heart racing, and waited for his instructions. He walked around the desk, his steps measured and deliberate, and took a seat beside her. She felt the heat of his thigh against hers, and she had to resist the urge to squirm away.

They began to review the math problems, his hand occasionally brushing against her arm as he pointed out solutions. Each time it happened, she felt a jolt of electricity, a reminder of their last encounter. She took a deep breath, focusing on the equations in front of her. As they worked, she allowed her dress to slip slightly, revealing the top of her lacy bra.

Swaty felt his gaze drift to her cleavage, and she took the opportunity to lean forward, giving him an even better view. His eyes darkened, and she knew she had his attention. With a flutter of her lashes and a coy smile, she reached for her glass of water, her arm brushing against his thigh. He shifted in his chair, and she could see the outline of his erection growing against his pants.

Her heart raced as she took a sip, her eyes never leaving his. She set the glass down and reached for the math book, allowing her dress to slip a little further down. His eyes followed the movement, and she felt a thrill of power knowing she had him hooked. She began to explain a complex derivative, her voice a little breathier than usual. His eyes never left her chest, his hand resting just a little too close to her exposed skin.

Swaty took a deep breath, filling her lungs and making her breasts rise, the tops of them just visible above the lacy edge of her bra. He leaned closer, ostensibly to look at the book, but she knew better. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and she was acutely aware of the way his breath was coming in shallow pants. "I can't understand this part," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes wide and innocent.

His hand hovered over the page, his fingers brushing against hers. "Let me show you," he said, his voice gruff with desire. He took the pen from her hand and began to explain the concept, his other hand sliding up her thigh. She gasped, her body responding despite her best efforts to stay in control.

As he moved closer, his hand found the hem of her dress, inching it up. She felt the cool air on her skin, and she knew she had to act fast. "Dr. Kulkarni," she said, her voice firm. "I think I've got it now."

"And sir I am feeling funny here here and here," Swaty said, pointing to her breasts and her vagina with trembling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, a blatant invitation that she hadn't meant to voice. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in his pants. She knew what she was doing, and she hated herself for it, but the allure of his power and the promise of academic success, more important yesterday's pleasure, was too strong to resist.

Dr. Kulkarni's eyes followed her hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, I see," he said, his tone understanding. He set the pen down and leaned in closer, his hand moving from her thigh to her waist. "Let's take a break from the lesson, shall we?"

Without waiting for a response, he stood, his hand sliding around her back to pull her to her feet. She stumbled slightly, her knees weak from the desire that was building within her. He led her over to the bed, his movements deliberate and confident. Swaty felt a mix of fear and excitement as she watched him, her eyes never leaving his.

He sat down, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His erection sprang free, and she couldn't help but stare. It was larger than she had ever seen, and the thought of it inside her made her knees wobble. He patted the space next to him, and she knew what he wanted.

With trembling legs, she walked over and sat beside him, her heart racing. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek and turning her face to his. "You're so beautiful, Swaty, and now you are making the first move," he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and amusement. His hand slid down to her neck, his thumb tracing a line down to her collarbone, and she shivered at the contact.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and she could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. She didn't know why she was doing this—why she was actively participating in this twisted game—but she couldn't stop. She wanted him. Needed him. And the thought of what he could do for her grades was a heady aphrodisiac.

Swaty reached for the zipper of her dress, her hands shaking as she pulled it down. She stepped out of the fabric pooling around her ankles, feeling his gaze on her body like a physical touch. His eyes roved over her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin, and she felt a thrill of power. This was her choice.

He pushed her gently onto the bed, his movements surprisingly tender given the raw desire in his eyes. She watched as he removed his shirt, revealing a chest that was both firm and slightly hairy, muscles rippling beneath tanned skin. He kicked off his pants and briefs, and his cock bobbed free, thick and heavy with want. She felt her own body respond, her pussy growing wet with anticipation.

Swaty lay back, her legs parting for him as he knelt between them. He took his time, tracing a finger along her collarbone before moving to cup one of her breasts. His thumb flicked over the nipple, and she couldn't help but gasp as it hardened beneath his touch. He leaned down, his mouth replacing his finger, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

Her hips began to move restlessly, her body arching into his touch. He took his time, teasing and nipping until she was begging for more. Then, with a groan, he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit just the right spot. She bucked against him, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure shot through her. "Oh god," she moaned, the words torn from her throat.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. His tongue danced with hers as he continued to explore her body with his hands. He knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to make her squirm. She felt like she was going to come apart at the seams.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at her. "I want you," he growled, and she could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He pushed her legs apart, his fingers sliding up her inner thighs before he buried his face in her pussy.

Swaty's hips shot off the bed as his tongue flicked against her clit, her body responding to his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she couldn't get enough. She grabbed the bedsheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on as he licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her folds.

Her body was on fire, her orgasm building with every stroke. She could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy throbbing with need. His fingers joined his mouth, pushing into her, stretching her, filling her up. She moaned his name, the sound muffled by the pillow she had bitten into.

With a final, desperate thrust of his fingers, she shattered, her back arching off the bed as pleasure washed over her in waves. She screamed out her release, her body spasming as he lapped up her juices, his eyes never leaving hers.

Swaty lay panting, her body trembling, as Dr. Kulkarni leaned back to admire his handiwork. He looked up at her with a satisfied smile, his chin glistening with her arousal. She felt a strange sense of pride that she could elicit such a reaction from him, despite the circumstances.

"Now, let's see how much you've really learned," he said, his voice thick with lust. He climbed over her, his body pressing her into the mattress. She felt his cock nudge against her entrance, and she braced herself for the invasion.

With a single, powerful thrust, he filled her completely, making her cry out. The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost immediately by a deep, pulsing pleasure that seemed to resonate through every cell in her body. She had never felt so full, so claimed. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that was almost punishing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his back.

Swaty's breasts bounced with every impact, and she couldn't help but moan as he reached down to squeeze them, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire. His touch was rough, bordering on painful, but it only served to drive her higher. She felt her orgasm building again, her muscles tightening around his cock.

He groaned, his rhythm growing more erratic as he neared his own climax. She watched his face, the lines of concentration and pleasure deepening as he drove into her. His eyes never left hers, and she felt a strange connection, a bond that went beyond the physical.

Swaty felt her orgasm approaching again, her body tightening around him. She arched her back, her breasts pushing against his chest. He took one in his hand, squeezing and molding it, his thumb playing with the sensitive nipple. She could feel his cock thicken inside her, and she knew he was close.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his entire body tensing as he came. Swaty felt the warmth of his seed fill her, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure. His eyes never left hers, and she felt something shift between them. It was as if the power dynamics had flipped, and she was the one in control now.

"Form tomorrow onwards we can't have sex because it might cause me pregnant," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Dr. Kulkarni chuckled, his teeth grazing her neck, and pulled out of her slowly. He leaned over to kiss her deeply, the taste of her still on his lips. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I know what I'm doing. I will buy condoms from now on."

Swaty felt a mix of relief and excitement. It was as if a dark cloud had lifted. She knew that this wasn't going to end anytime soon, but with protection, she could control the situation a little better. She watched as he dressed, his movements efficient and practiced. She sat up, her legs still trembling, and reached for her clothes.

"Thank you," she murmured, tying the bow of her dress with shaky fingers. He looked at her, his expression inscrutable. "Don't thank me yet," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Your grades are still far from where they need to be. Although improving"

Swaty nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. As they resumed their math study, she felt his hand occasionally brush against her thigh, his touch light but deliberate. It was a constant reminder of their arrangement, a silent promise of more to come. Despite herself, she felt a thrill run through her every time he touched her, even if it was just to shift her position slightly or adjust her posture for better focus.

The tension between them was thick as they worked through the complex formulas. His fingers occasionally strayed to the hem of her dress, tracing the soft skin of her thigh. Each time she'd catch herself holding her breath, waiting for his hand to move higher, her heart racing. When it did, she'd feel the weight of his palm on her hip, and then, without warning, his thumb would graze the underside of her breast.

Swaty's focus wavered, her eyes flickering from the textbook to his face and back again. His touch was gentle, almost innocent, but it sent waves of heat crashing through her. She tried to ignore the sensations, to focus on the derivatives and integrals that danced before her eyes. But the pressure grew, building into an ache that was impossible to ignore.

As they worked through the equations, Dr. Kulkarni would occasionally lean in to point out a mistake, his hand brushing against her chest. Each time, his touch lingered a second longer than necessary, his thumb grazing the swell of her breast. She'd catch her breath, her pencil stuttering over the page. She knew what he was doing—playing with her, testing her limits—and she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at his audacity.

Swaty tried to focus on the math, but her mind kept drifting to the way his touch made her feel—wanted, desired. She knew it was wrong, that she should push him away, but she found herself craving more. She'd adjust in her seat, leaning slightly into his hand, silently begging for the pressure to increase. And each time she did, his hand would squeeze just a little harder, his eyes never leaving hers.

For the next four days, their tutoring sessions became a twisted dance of seduction and power. Dr. Kulkarni would push her to her academic limits, all the while teasing and touching her in ways that left her desperate for more. Every evening, she'd leave his office with her dress slightly askew, her cheeks flushed, and her thoughts racing with the memories of his hands on her body.

Each day, Swaty found herself craving his touch more and more. The anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable, and she found herself dressing more provocatively, hoping to elicit a stronger reaction from him. Her thoughts were consumed by his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, his mouth on her neck, his cock sliding into her wetness.

But as the days ticked by, she grew increasingly nervous about the impending return of Sworaj and her mother. How would she explain her improved grades? What if Sworaj noticed the change in their relationship? And what if Dr. Kulkarni's wife found out? The fear of being caught was a constant, gnawing presence in the back of her mind, but it only served to make their encounters more thrilling.

On the fifth day, as they were engrossed in a particularly challenging problem set, the phone on his desk rang shrilly, breaking the tension that had been building in the room. He sighed, his hand lingering on her thigh, before standing up to answer it. Swaty watched him, her heart racing as he talked in hushed tones.

"It's my wife," he said, his voice tight. "They've decided to stay at Swaraj's uncle's place for the summer. They'll be back in June."

Swaty felt a mix of relief and dread. On one hand, she had more time to keep her grades up without the fear of getting caught. On the other, the thought of being alone with Dr. Kulkarni for a whole month, with no escape from their twisted arrangement, was almost too much to bear.

For the next few weeks, their encounters grew more intense. Each day, she'd arrive at his office, her heart racing with anticipation. He'd greet her with a knowing smile, his eyes raking over her body before they even began the lesson. The math became secondary, a pretext for the games they played.

The first few times, Swaty had felt guilty, but now she craved his touch, the way he'd pinch and tease her nipples until she was squirming in her seat. He knew exactly how to make her beg, how to keep her on the edge of pleasure and fear. She'd sit there, her dress hiked up around her waist, his fingers dancing along the damp fabric of her panties.

One day, the heat outside was unbearable. Swaty had decided to forgo her bra, the fabric sticking to her skin and making her feel even hotter. She wore a loose, lightweight blouse that offered little support and even less concealment. She hoped Dr. Kulkarni would notice, that it would make their sessions even more intense.

As she arrived at his office, she could feel the heat emanating from her body, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her damp skin. She made a show of fanning herself, her breasts bouncing slightly with every movement. He looked up from his paperwork, his gaze immediately drawn to her chest. She watched as his eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

"Swaty," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to make it very hard for me to concentrate today." She gave him a coy smile, her hands lingering at the bottom of her blouse. He cleared his throat and gestured to the chair next to his desk.

They began their session, the air thick with tension. His eyes kept straying to her chest, and she felt a thrill of power with every furtive glance. The fabric of her blouse was almost transparent, and she knew he could see the dark circles of her areolae. With every deep breath she took, her breasts strained against the fabric.

"Let's take a break," Dr. Kulkarni finally said, his voice strained. He stood up, and she could see the bulge in his pants. He walked over to the window, pulling the blinds down with a sharp snap. The room grew dim, the only light filtering through the slats. He turned to face her, his expression hungry.

Swaty felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't help but want it. She stood slowly, her legs unsteady. He approached her, his steps deliberate and predatory. When he was close enough, she reached out and unbuttoned his pants, her eyes never leaving his. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hand, feeling the heat and weight of it. That day they had sex with clothes on, a new experience for her.

He sat down in the chair, his eyes never leaving hers as she straddled him. She adjusted herself, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. He took her hips in his hands, guiding her down onto him. She gasped as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming. He leaned back, his hands moving to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. She moaned, the pressure building within her. He baged like a doll.

For the next days, Swaty and Dr. Kulkarni explored every conceivable position in the book, their desk-side encounters growing increasingly brazen. Yet, there was one particular day that stood out among the rest. It was a humid afternoon, the kind that made the pages of their math textbook stick to their fingers, and the room felt as if it were suffocating them with its dense, heavy air. Swaty had dressed for the occasion, her skirt riding up slightly higher than usual, her blouse unbuttoned an extra notch. She sat on his desk, her legs spread wide, her thighs trembling with the effort of keeping herself open to him.

He stood between her legs, his cock already thick and ready. He slid it into her, his hands gripping her hips to control her movements. As he began to thrust, he leaned over her, his breath hot against her neck. "You're going to study while I fuck you," he murmured, his voice low and demanding. She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. It was a new twist to their game, one that thrilled her in a way she couldn't quite explain.

Swaty picked up her textbook, her legs wrapped around his waist to keep herself balanced. She tried to focus on the pages in front of her, but the sensations were overwhelming. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on the equations. She bit her lip, her eyes darting between the text and his face, which was a mask of concentration.

Dr. Kulkarni's hands found their way under her blouse, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her back arching as he pinched them lightly. He watched her reaction, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He knew just how to keep her on edge, how to distract her from the math and keep her focused solely on him.

Swaty tried to concentrate on the textbook propped up on her knees, her eyes darting over the formulas and numbers, but the sensations he stirred within her were too much. With each thrust, her hips bucked against his, her pussy tightening around his cock. She felt the wetness spreading down her thighs, and she knew she wouldn't last long.

He leaned over her, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples. Swaty gasped, the pleasure shooting straight to her core. She couldn't believe she was doing this, that she was letting him fuck her while she studied, but she couldn't find the will to stop.

With a final adjustment, she lowered herself onto him, his cock sinking deep inside her. He groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned back in the chair, his hands still massaging her breasts as she began to rock back and forth.

Swaty tried to focus on the textbook in her lap, but the pleasure was too intense. She could feel his cock rubbing against her G-spot with every movement, and she knew she was close to the edge. Her legs began to tremble, and she tightened her grip on the chair's arms to keep from falling off.

He leaned back, his hands moving from her breasts to grip the chair's arms as well. The position allowed him to watch her face as she rode him, his strokes growing more forceful with every passing second. "Keep studying," he said, his voice a low growl. "You need to keep your grades up."

Swaty nodded, her eyes never leaving the book. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and she knew he was close to climax. She moved faster, her pussy clenching around him, trying to push him over the edge. The text swam before her eyes, the words blurring into meaningless shapes as the pleasure consumed her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she approached her own peak. She felt his hands tighten on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples just hard enough to send a bolt of pleasure through her. She knew she was going to come, and she didn't care if it was in the middle of a math problem.

As the final day of their uninhibited sessions approached, the air grew thick with the weight of their secret. June had arrived, and with it, the looming presence of Sworaj and her mother. Swaty felt a knot in her stomach, a mix of dread and loss at the thought of their illicit rendezvous coming to an end. Dr. Kulkarni's touch grew more urgent, as if he too knew that their time was running out. "Tomorrow they will come back," he said, his voice a gruff whisper in her ear as he nibbled on her neck. "We must be careful."

They sat on the edge of the desk, their bodies tangled together. Swaty's skirt was hiked up around her waist, and his hand rested possessively on her ass, squeezing gently. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her ankles locked together at the base of his spine. His other hand was buried in her hair, his fingers tightening with every thrust. They both knew that this was their last chance to indulge in their twisted pleasure before the curtain of normalcy fell back into place.

The room was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the slap of skin against skin. Swaty's eyes were half-closed, her mouth open in a silent moan as he claimed her one last time. She felt a strange mix of anxiety and excitement, knowing that tomorrow she'd have to pretend like nothing had happened. But for now, all she could focus on was the way he filled her, the way his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside her.

"From tomorrow we can't do it openly like this," he whispered, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "But we'll find ways." His eyes searched hers, looking for reassurance. Swaty nodded, unable to speak, the words caught in her throat. She didn't know what she was agreeing to, but she didn't want this to end.

The final days before Sworaj and her mother's return were a blur of stolen moments and frantic passion. They had sex in his office, in the library, even once in an empty classroom. The thrill of getting caught only added to the intensity of their encounters. Each time, Swaty felt a mix of fear and excitement, her body betraying her as it responded eagerly to his touch.

On the morning of their return, Swaty felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach. She and Sworaj had agreed to go shopping for groceries, and she hoped the mundane task would help her regain some semblance of normalcy. As they strolled through the aisles, filling their cart with the week's essentials, she couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change.

When they reached the lingerie section, Swaty's heart skipped a beat. She had been wearing a tighter bra since her encounters with Dr. Kulkarni, the increased size a subtle but constant reminder of his touch. As she reached for a pack of panties, she noticed Sworaj eyeing her with curiosity. "Wait," he said, frowning. "Weren't your bra size D? Why are you buying an E?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she stumbled over her words. "I-I've gained a bit of weight," she mumbled, hoping the lie would suffice. She felt his eyes on her as she picked up the bra, her hands shaking slightly. She hadn't anticipated this moment, and the guilt washed over her like a cold shower.

Sworaj raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. They continued shopping, the silence between them charged with a new tension. Swaty's thoughts raced, trying to come up with a way to explain the changes in her body without revealing the truth. She knew she couldn't tell him about her and his father; the secret was too heavy to share.

That evening, when Sworaj and her mother were busy unpacking, Swaty took a deep breath and knocked on Dr. Kulkarni's office door. He opened it with a knowing smile, his gaze lingering on her chest. They both knew the rules had changed—their encounters would have to be more clandestine.

The next day, Sworaj was eager to start his tutoring sessions again, blissfully unaware of the shift in dynamics. Swaty sat at the desk, her heart racing as she tried to focus on the math. Dr. Kulkarni's eyes kept darting to her chest, and she knew he was thinking about the previous day's encounter.

"Sworaj, I know how important cricket is to you," Dr. Kulkarni said, his voice strained. "How about I let you attend the tournament on Sundays, but only if you promise to stay for a full hour of tutoring beforehand?"

Sworaj's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really, Dad? Thanks a lot!" He didn't notice the way Swaty's smile twisted slightly at the mention of her brother's favorite pastime.

"But remember," Dr. Kulkarni warned, his eyes never leaving Swaty's face. "You must promise to focus for that half hour. Your education is just as important as your cricket."

Sworaj nodded, eager to get outside. As the door closed behind him, Swaty felt the weight of the room press down on her. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Dr. Kulkarni walked around the desk, his gaze never leaving her.

"Now my sexy girl," Dr. Kulkarni said, his eyes gleaming as he approached Swaty. "You know what happens next."

Her heart raced as she nodded, understanding the unspoken rule. Each Sunday, the pattern had become almost ritualistic—thirty minutes of math, and then he'd claim her body. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of his hands on her again, even though she knew it was wrong.

As Sworaj left for his cricket practice, Swaty tried to focus on the math before her, but her thoughts kept drifting to the impending encounter. She was acutely aware of Dr. Kulkarni's eyes on her, his gaze heavy and filled with desire. Despite her apprehension, she felt her body respond, her nipples hardening under her shirt.

The next result was indeed a stark contrast to the last. Swaty scored 95 out of 100, a monumental leap from her previous 32. The news spread through the college like wildfire, and her friends couldn't stop praising her newfound genius in math. Sworaj beamed with pride, oblivious to the real reason behind his friend's sudden academic prowess. Swaty felt a strange mix of elation and dread, knowing that her grades were the currency in her transaction with his father.

During the next Sunday's tutoring session, as the math lesson gave way to their clandestine rendezvous, Swaty found herself unusually distracted. The anticipation of her wedding loomed over her like a storm cloud, casting a shadow on the illicit thrill she had grown to crave. She sat on the edge of the desk, her legs trembling, as Dr. Kulkarni stepped closer, his eyes raking over her body with a hunger that she had grown accustomed to.

He leaned in, his hand sliding up her thigh, and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong, my sweet?" His breath was hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Swaty took a deep breath, her heart racing as she gathered the courage to tell him about her impending marriage. "My parents have found a boy for me," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "A civil engineer. They want me to marry as soon as I finish college."

Dr. Kulkarni's hand stilled, and he pulled away to look at her, his expression unreadable. "So, you're getting married," he said, his voice flat. He didn't ask for details or express any jealousy, which only added to Swaty's confusion. She nodded, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "They're so happy," she continued. "They think they've found the perfect match for me."

The silence stretched between them, taut and uncomfortable. Swaty felt exposed, her heart racing as she waited for his response. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and detached. "Then we need to make sure you're fully prepared for your future," he said, his eyes darkening with lust. "Come here."

He pulled her off the desk and onto the floor, his hands rough as he pushed her down onto her knees. He unzipped his pants, and she took his cock in her mouth without hesitation, her mind racing with the implications of his words. She sucked him with fervor, her tongue swirling around the head as he groaned in pleasure.

As she worked him, she couldn't help but think of the future she had envisioned for herself. A life with a stable, loving husband, a home, maybe children. Now, that future seemed tainted by the man standing before her, his eyes closed in pleasure as she serviced him.

Cut to her wedding night. The hotel was a sprawling, opulent affair, the entire floor reserved for the celebration. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and roses, the hum of laughter and music from the festivities outside their door. Swaty felt a strange detachment as she walked hand in hand with her new husband, the man her parents had chosen for her, to room 158. It was a night she had dreamed about since she was a little girl, but now it was tinged with a bitterness she hadn't anticipated.

The room was adorned with candles and flowers, a romantic setup for a night that she knew would be far from it. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of the king-sized bed, the white satin sheets that seemed to whisper of innocence lost. She couldn't help but think of the countless times she'd been in similar situations, but with a man who wasn't her husband.

Swaty slipped into the bathroom, her thoughts swirling. She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn't resist the pull of desire that had been woven into her very essence by Dr. Kulkarni's touch. She filled a glass with milk from the minibar and slipped the sleeping pill into it, watching it dissolve with a pang of guilt. This was her escape, her one last taste of the forbidden fruit before she was forever bound to a man she didn't love.

Her hand trembled as she handed the glass to her new husband, who took it gratefully, his eyes already heavy with exhaustion from the long day. She watched him drink it down, the guilt gnawing at her insides. As he lay back on the bed, his eyes slowly closing, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of power. She knew what was to come, and she was the one orchestrating it.

The side room was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the suite. It was small and functional, with a single bed and a desk. Dr. Kulkarni had set up his laptop on the desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes. The room smelled faintly of his cologne, and she felt a pang of longing for the familiarity of it.

Swaty stepped in, her heart racing in her chest. She wore the traditional red sari that her mother had picked out for her, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was pinned up, with loose tendrils framing her face, and her eyes were lined with kajal, making them look darker and more mysterious than usual. She felt like a different person in this getup, a new identity that she had to slip into for the night.

The side room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner. Dr. Kulkarni looked up from his work as she entered, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He was dressed casually in a half-sleeved shirt and trousers, a stark contrast to the formality of her wedding attire. His gaze traveled down her body, taking in every inch of her, and she felt a thrill of power at his obvious arousal.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, standing up to walk towards her. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the allure of his touch. She took a step back, letting the sari fall from her shoulders. He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of her bra strap. "This isn't just for your studies anymore," he said, his voice low and thick with desire.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill out into his waiting hands. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Swaty felt a mix of fear and excitement, her wedding night unraveling before it had even begun.

"I shouldn't do this," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I'm married now. But i want you to be father of my child, although we won't meet again." Dr. Kulkarni's eyes widened at her confession, his grip on her breasts tightening.

He led her to the bed, his gaze never leaving her face as he undressed her. She felt a strange mix of excitement and dread as he laid her down, his weight pressing into her. He kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands roamed her body. The fabric of her sari pooled around them, a fiery halo against the stark white of the bedsheets.

They had unprotected sex for the seventh time that night, each encounter more passionate than the last. She knew the risks, but in that moment, she didn't care. His touch was a drug she couldn't resist, and she craved the feeling of being filled by him, of feeling alive. Each time, she whispered for him to give her a child, to leave a piece of him behind as she walked away into a future she didn't want.

Afterwards, as they lay tangled in the sweat-drenched sheets, she felt a deep sadness settle in her chest. This was it—this was the last time she'd ever see him. The last time she'd feel his hands on her body, the last time she'd taste his kiss. She turned to look at him, his eyes closed in sleep, and felt a tear slip down her cheek.

The sun was just beginning to rise when she slipped out of bed, dressing quickly in the dim light. She left the room, her heart feeling heavier with each step she took back to her suite. She knew she had made her choice, had played with fire and not gotten burned. But the cost was steep—a secret that would weigh on her for the rest of her life.

Back in the bridal suite, her husband lay snoring softly, oblivious to her absence. Swaty took a deep breath, steeling herself for the performance she was about to give. She slipped into bed beside him, the guilt of her infidelity a leaden weight in her stomach. As she closed her eyes, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a mistake—a mistake that would have consequences she might never be able to escape.

The next few months passed in a blur of wedding bliss and stolen glances at her phone. She hoped for a sign, a message from Dr. Kulkarni that would confirm her suspicions. Her husband, the civil engineer, was kind and loving, but he didn't stir the same passion within her as her math tutor had. She found herself longing for the feel of his hands on her body, the way his eyes had darkened with lust as he watched her study.

It wasn't until her period was a week late that the reality of her actions hit her like a ton of bricks. She took a pregnancy test in the privacy of the bathroom, her hands shaking so badly she could barely read the results. The two pink lines stared back at her, a silent accusation. She was pregnant—with Dr. Kulkarni's child. She smiled sadly to herself, knowing that everyone in her family would think this baby was a result of her marriage. The irony wasn't lost on her.

Swaty managed to keep her secret through the early months of her pregnancy, hiding it from her husband and family with a careful combination of loose clothes and clever excuses. Her heart felt like it was being torn in two—part of her was thrilled at the prospect of carrying Dr. Kulkarni's child, but the other part was terrified of the consequences if anyone found out.

The baby grew inside her, a living testament to their illicit affair. She felt a strange mix of love and anger towards it—how could she not love the life she had created, even if it was under such dubious circumstances? Yet, she resented the way it tied her to a man she could never have, a man who had moved on with his life while she carried the burden of their secret.

Her husband was overjoyed at the news, his eyes lighting up with excitement every time she felt a kick or spoke about the baby. Swaty played along, her heart aching with the weight of her deceit. She felt like a fraud, living a lie that grew heavier with each passing day. As the months ticked by, she watched her stomach swell and her breasts grow fuller, the physical evidence of her infidelity hidden beneath layers of clothing.

And so they have been living like that, in a house filled with whispers and shadows. Swaty's days were spent preparing for the baby's arrival, her nights plagued by feverish dreams of the man who had planted the seed within her. Her relationship with Dr. Kulkarni had ended abruptly after the wedding night, the finality of it leaving her feeling empty and alone. The occasional glimpse of him on campus was a painful reminder of what could never be.