Arahan's life slipped back onto its familiar single track for a while.
Mornings meant school, the classes attended just enough to keep the attendance sheet happy. Afternoons and evenings belonged to the staff room and empty lecture halls.
His dominating Naziya, still the sharp-tongued, hijab-wearing beauty with a body that didn't match her stern lectures, would lock the door after the last bell, hike her abaya, and ride him reverse on the teacher's chair until her muffled moans echoed off the blackboard.
Priya became chemistry teacher, now she preferred the chemistry lab bench, legs spread wide, lab coat open, begging him to fill her while test tubes rattled beside them.
