Anurag Sir shouted,
"I said give me the phone, Megha."
Trembling, Megha handed over the phone. Anurag Sir looked at the screen and asked,
"Whose phone is this?"
Megha replied, "Vaishali's."
This time Sir turned to Vaishali with a deadly, piercing glare—one he had never used on her before.
Vaishali stayed silent, terrified just looking into his eyes.
Riya spoke up,
"Sir, there's nothing in it. You're just making a big deal out of nothing."
Sir snapped at Riya,
"Shut up, Riya!"
Riya was stunned. Her heart shattered.
Anurag Sir fixed Vaishali with a razor-sharp stare and asked,
"What's the lock?"
In a low voice she said,
"4404…"
Sir unlocked the phone—and immediately a video began playing.
His eyes froze.
On the screen: a secretly recorded video of Sneha inside the bathroom.
Sneha… in the bathroom… in her most private moment… completely unaware…
For a moment, Anurag Sir's breath caught.
Under the shower, Sneha stood motionless as water cascaded from her hair, streaming down her neck, chest, back, past her waist… Her body bare, glistening, drenched. She had no idea anyone was watching.
In that first flash on the screen, Anurag Sir's gaze had locked.
A second later his face turned to stone—hard, unyielding.
Veins bulged in his neck, jaw clenched tight.
A shiver ran through his entire body—not from shame, but from rage. Pure, volcanic rage.
He turned his sharp eyes toward the three girls.
Riya, Vaishali, Megha—all three shrank, pale, speechless, faces drained of color.
"Where did you three find the courage to do something like this?"
His voice thundered, shaking the entire room.
Never before had Riya, Vaishali, and Megha felt such terror.
"Do you even realize what you've done?" Sir's voice now trembled with fury.
Sobbing, the three collapsed at his feet.
"Sir, please… we… we made a mistake… forgive us…"
Anurag Sir said,
"If this video had spread anywhere today, Sneha's life would have been destroyed."
Still crying, they clung to his feet.
"Sir, please forgive us…"
Anurag Sir replied,
"I'm going to the Head Ma'am's room right now. There will be a written complaint against each of you. I'm handing you over to the police."
They were dumbfounded.
"Sir, have mercy! Our future…!"
"Did you ever think about what would happen to Sneha?" Sir's eyes were bloodshot.
At that moment the bathroom door opened.
Sneha stepped out—wearing a purple dress and long pants, face still dotted with water droplets, hair wet and clinging.
Surprised, she asked,
"Sir? What happened?"
Anurag Sir slowly turned toward her—toward that innocent girl whose dignity had just been stained by this vile act.
So much emotion, anger, and helplessness flooded his eyes that for several seconds he couldn't speak.
He stepped closer.
"Sneha… I'm sorry. There's something I need to tell you… but first let me confirm a few things."
He turned back to the three girls.
"Is this the only thing you did? No other videos? Photos? Nothing else?"
Megha shook her head frantically.
"No, Sir… just this one… we made a mistake… we…"
Sir roared,
"This isn't a 'mistake'—this is a crime. Secretly filming someone's private, intimate moment and planning to share it—that is a criminal offense. Do you understand?"
All three hung their heads in silence.
Sir looked at Sneha.
"Sneha… I know this will hurt you deeply. Your roommates… while you were bathing today… they recorded you from outside the window."
In an instant, the world seemed to stop for Sneha.
Her face turned ashen, eyes filled with dread, lips quivering.
"V-video…?"
Sir spoke gently, trying to reassure her.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
Sneha stood with her head bowed, unable to speak. Shame and humiliation washed over her.
Anurag Sir looked at her with pained eyes.
"If you have no objection, I'll go to the Head Ma'am and report this privately. I promise your name will not come up anywhere—I'll make sure of it. But they must be punished."
Sneha wiped her tears and slowly nodded.
"Sir… I trust you. Do whatever you think is right."
Sir stood quietly for a moment, thinking.
If he didn't punish them, they might do something like this again.
Yet he desperately wanted to avoid the matter becoming public, Sneha's name being dragged in, or—worst of all—the video ever being seen by anyone.
Part of him wanted to delete it right then and there.
Anurag Sir said,
"They will be expelled from school. Whether or not to involve the police—that decision is yours, Sneha."
The three girls looked at Sneha in terror and began apologizing desperately, begging for mercy.
After a long silence, Sneha spoke.
"Sir… there's no need to go to the police…"
Sir nodded.
"Alright. I'll tell the Head Ma'am everything. I'll submit the CCTV footage, this video—every piece of evidence. But I'll do my best to ensure your name never appears."
Riya, Vaishali, and Megha were crying continuously now—remorseful, ashamed, broken.
Sir continued,
"You will be terminated from the school. This incident will remain on your record. When you apply anywhere else, it will follow you. Your parents will be informed. And you will be sent for mandatory counseling—because right now your minds are poisoned, and you pose a danger to society."
The three collapsed again.
Riya suddenly cried out,
"Sir, please give us one chance… we promise we'll never…"
Sir replied calmly,
"Did Sneha ever do anything to deserve having her private moments secretly filmed? What have you learned all these years? This jealousy among girls, this toxic rivalry—this poison—if I can't free you from it, then as a teacher I have failed in my duty."
A long, heavy silence followed.
Then, quietly, Sir said,
"Hand over all your phones right now. I'm calling your guardians. I'm informing the Head Ma'am immediately—get ready to go to her office."
Head bowed, the three stood up, stifling sobs, and began searching for their phones.
Sir turned to Sneha and said softly,
"If I had been even a little late today…"
He couldn't finish the sentence.
Sneha burst into tears.
Startled, Anurag Sir moved closer.
"Hey, why are you crying?"
Sneha suddenly threw her arms around him.
Anurag Sir froze.
Riya, Megha, and Vaishali stared at them.
Even now, a flicker of jealousy burned in Riya's eyes as she watched Sneha.
Sneha clung to Anurag Sir, sobbing.
This time he couldn't hold back.
Gently, he placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair softly, and whispered,
"Don't be upset. Nothing happened."
To be continued...