**■ 3:15 p.m. – Jaigaon Viewpoint**
The girls stood along the edge of a river flowing through the lap of the Himalayas.
An indescribable chill hung in the air, clouds scattered overhead, and the sun cast long shadows across the distant hills, as though the mountains themselves were drinking in the beauty.
The students had been divided into three orderly groups, each led by a guide. Accompanying them were several female teachers, Anurag Sir, and Dipankar Sir—known to everyone as "D.D. Sir," a man in his forties.
Sneha stood a little apart, gazing toward the mountains. The dupatta of her frock fluttered in the wind. The soft light falling on her cheeks made her look even more delicate.
The mountains, the clouds, the distant river—everything blended into a picture-perfect scene. A cold breeze blew through.
The girls were divided into three groups.
Group 1 was led by the travel guide.
Group 2 was led by Anurag Sir.
Group 3 was led by D.D. Sir.
Sneha was placed in Group 3.
She looked toward Anurag Sir with sorrowful eyes, and he looked back at her.
He felt a quiet ache—he wouldn't be able to stay with her. But there was nothing to be done.
Seeing the division, Riya gave a suppressed smile. Megha whispered—
"Did you see? What luck! Sneha has fallen straight into D.D. Sir's shadow!"
Baishali laughed softly—
"Not luck, darling—planning. I deliberately changed the list! I swapped Sneha's name with Prathama's and put her in Group 2."
Their laughter carried the hint of a poisonous scheme.
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**■ 3:40 p.m. – Viewpoint Trail**
D.D. Sir was leading his group up the hilly path.
Sneha lagged a little behind—she was struggling to climb properly.
Noticing her falling back, D.D. Sir looked irritated and walked back to help her.
The moment he reached out to touch her arm for support, Sneha flinched.
In truth, except for Anurag Sir, the touch of any other man made her deeply uncomfortable.
Watching this, Riya, Megha, and Baishali exchanged sly smiles.
D.D. Sir, annoyed, scolded her—
"You keep falling behind again and again. If you can't climb properly, why come to the mountains at all?"
He gripped Sneha's arm tightly and pulled her upward.
The force hurt her hand.
Seeing the scene, Riya and the others laughed even harder.
"Today this girl is really getting it from Sir! So much fun!"
D.D. Sir continued dragging Sneha upward, holding her arm firmly.
Sneha felt extremely uncomfortable.
But she couldn't say anything.
After a while, D.D. Sir finally let go of her hand.
At that exact moment, Riya gave Sneha a sudden push—
Sneha stumbled forward and collided straight into D.D. Sir's body.
Her soft frame pressed fully against him.
Even her dupatta fluttered loose and fell to the ground.
Sneha, mortified, immediately said—
"Sorry, Sir… my foot slipped…"
Feeling the soft, warm body of such a beautiful young woman against him, D.D. Sir secretly enjoyed the moment.
Still, he spoke sternly—
"If you can't handle the climb, why bother coming to the mountains?"
Those words stung Sneha deeply.
Meanwhile, Riya, Baishali, and Megha could barely contain their laughter.
"Now she's really hearing it from Sir! This is too good!"
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A little while later.
Even though she had come on this trip with so much excitement, after climbing the hills, Sneha no longer felt any joy.
When the three groups reunited at the end of the trek, Anurag Sir noticed Sneha's downcast face and felt a quiet pain in his heart.
As they walked, he leaned close to her ear and asked softly—
"Is everything okay?"
Sneha gently nodded—
"It's fine."
But Anurag Sir knew her heart was troubled.
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**■ 8:10 p.m. –**
Everyone returned to their rooms, tired from the day.
Sneha lay on the bed resting after the long journey.
Riya, Megha, and Baishali exchanged glances and smirked.
Riya whispered—
"After today, Sir himself will start hating her."
Megha hesitated slightly but said—
"Are you sure? If we get caught, it'll be trouble…"
Baishali chimed in eagerly—
"Write the letter carefully."
Riya was writing the letter.
It was a filthy, explicit love letter written in clear, fluent language—as though from the secret desires of a teenage girl. It read:
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"Dear D.D. Sir,
For the past few days, I haven't been able to control myself. My body trembles when I see you. I only want you. I know you're much older than me, but I want you… My red lingerie is only for you. I know you've already understood—I love you so much.
When you pulled me close with your strong hands today, I trembled—not from fear, but from love.
I know this is wrong, but my heart doesn't listen.
If one night you come to my room… touch me… don't push me away.
I'm waiting…
— Your Sneha"
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Along with the letter, she placed the red silk bra and matching panties they had stolen earlier from Sneha's bag.
Riya folded the letter neatly, placed it with the lingerie, and added a small note with the room number—"Room 203."
Riya said—
"Megha, you'll do it. I've already checked—Sir's door is open. Go inside and leave it there."
Though Megha felt a little nervous, she nodded in agreement.
**Hotel third floor, Room 312 (D.D. Sir's room)**
D.D. Sir was not in his room.
Taking the opportunity, Megha quietly climbed the stairs. The corridor was silent except for the faint ding of the distant lift.
She reached Room 312, gently pushed the door—exactly as expected, it was unlocked.
She slipped inside silently. From her bag, she took out the letter and the lingerie.
She placed the letter on Sir's table, right beside his laptop—where it would catch his eye.
Then she laid the bra and panties beside it.
Megha slipped out quietly and softly closed the door.
To be continued...