College ka last bench hamesha khali rehta tha, lekin aaj Mahima wahan akeli nahi baithi thi. Uske saath thi uski ek aur sirf ek sacchi dost Priya. Priya bhi 18 saal ki thi, thodi bold aur outgoing, lekin Mahima jaisi hi normal family se. Priya Mahima ko hamesha support karti thi, jab koi bully karta tha toh uske saath khadi ho jaati thi. "Mahima, tu itni sundar hai yaar, bas log jalte hain tere curves dekh ke," Priya aksar usse kehti thi.

Mahima bahut shy thi. Usne abhi-abhi college join kiya tha. Uski body college uniform mein bhi chhup nahi paati thi – bahut badi aur bhari choochiyan, chhoti si kamar jo ekdam sexy curve banati thi, aur gaalon pe ek pyari si dimple jo muskurane pe aur chamak jaati thi. Par college mein koi usse pyar nahi karta tha. Ladke usko "Boobs wali" bol ke bully karte, ladkiyan jal ke usse door rehti. "Arre Mahima, aaj bhi tere boobs ko cover nahi kar paayi? Koi dekh lega toh control nahi hoga!" – yeh roz ki taane the.

Priya hi thi jo uske saath baithti, uska haath pakad leti aur bolti, "Ignore kar in sab ko. Tu perfect hai."

Us din class ka door khula aur andar ek naya professor aaya – Arjun Sharma. Tall, gym-toned body, 6 feet height, black shirt mein sleeves rolled up, strong arms aur sharp jawline. Poora class stunned ho gaya. Ladkiyan whisper karne lagi, "Oh fuck, kitna hot hai yaar!"

Arjun ne class scan kiya aur uski nazar last bench pe atak gayi. Mahima wahan Priya ke saath baithi thi, thodi si jhuki hui, pen se khel rahi thi. Jab Mahima ne upar dekha, unki aankhein mili. Mahima ki cheeks turant red ho gayi aur woh jaldi se nazar jhuka li. Priya ne usko elbow maara aur dheere se boli, "Dekh, wo tujhe hi dekh raha hai!"

Arjun ne smile kiya. "Good morning class. Main Professor Arjun Sharma, aaj se tumhara Literature professor."

Lecture shuru hua, lekin Arjun ka dhyan baar-baar Mahima pe ja raha tha. Uski badi choochiyan white shirt ke buttons ko tight kiye hue thi, deep neckline ban rahi thi. Uski innocent aankhein, dimple, aur woh akeli rehne wali vibe... Arjun ko pehli baar dil mein kuch gehra ehsaas hua. "Yeh ladki alag hai," usne socha.

Lecture ke end mein jab sab uthne lage, Priya ne Mahima se kaha, "Chal, aaj canteen chalte hain. Tera favourite cold coffee pilaungi." Mahima muskurayi, dimple dikhte hue.

Lekin Arjun ne pukaara, "Miss Mahima, ek minute?"

Mahima ruk gayi, Priya bhi uske saath khadi rahi support mein. Arjun desk ke paas aaya, Mahima ke close. Uski masculine khushboo Mahima tak pahunchi. "Tum class mein bahut quiet ho. Koi issue hai kya?"

Mahima dheere se boli, "N-no sir... main aisi hi hoon."

Priya ne side se kaha, "Sir, yeh bahut achhi student hai, bas shy hai. College waale isko bahut pareshan karte hain."

Arjun ne Priya ki taraf dekha aur phir Mahima pe nazar daali. "Achha? Toh main dekhta hoon. Mahima, agar koi bhi pareshan kare toh mujhe bata dena. Tum alag ho... aur mujhe alag log pasand aate hain." Usne last line mein ek gehri nazar daali, jismein kuch aur tha – attraction.

Mahima ki saans tez ho gayi. Koi pehli baar itna pyaar se usse baat kar raha tha. Priya ne baad mein usko tease kiya, "Lagta hai naya professor tujhpe fida ho gaya hai babe. Tere boobs aur dimple ne kaam kar diya!"

Raat ko Mahima bed pe leti soch rahi thi Professor Arjun ke bare mein – uske strong arms, deep voice. Priya ke messages aa rahe the: "Kal class mein dekhna, main tere saath hi baithungi. Relax kar."

**Chapter 2: Darr aur Pehli Chhoti Si Spark**

Agli subah Mahima jaldi-jaldi class mein pahunch gayi. Priya abhi tak nahi aayi thi, isliye woh last bench pe akeli baithi notes bana rahi thi. Usne white shirt ki top button tak tight kiya hua tha, lekin uski badi-badi choochiyan phir bhi fabric ko zor se dabaye hue thi. Chhoti kamar aur blue skirt uske rounded hips ko achhe se highlight kar rahi thi. Dimple wale gaal thode tense the kyunki kal raat se Arjun sir ki baat uske dimag mein ghum rahi thi.

Tabhi class ke bahar se 3-4 seniors andar aaye – woh sab muscular, over-smart type ke ladke the jo college mein ladkiyon ko pareshan karne ke liye famous the. Unhone Mahima ko akeli dekha aur smirk kiya.

"Arre wah! Boobs wali aaj akeli baithi hai," ek senior bola aur uske paas aakar uske desk pe haath rakh diya. Dusra senior peeche se aaya aur uske kandhe pe haath rakh ke dheere se uski bra strap ko touch karne laga. Teesra uske saamne khada ho gaya aur uski badi choochiyon ko ghoorte hue bola, "Kya yaar, itna maal chhupaya kyun rakha hai? Ek baar feel karne de na."

Mahima dar ke maare kaanpne lagi. "P-please... jaao yahan se... mat chhuo mujhe," uski awaaz ruk rahi thi. Jab ek senior ne uske boobs ke upar se haath ghumaya, Mahima zor se chillayi aur rone lagi. Aansu uske gaalon pe behne lage, dimple bhi bhig gaya tha.

"Chup kar randi, maze le," senior hansne laga aur usko aur tight pakad liya.

Tabhi class ka darwaza zor se khula. Professor Arjun Sharma andar aaye unka chehra gusse se laal tha. Unhone scene dekhte hi ek senior ko zor ka thappad maara jo Mahima ko pakde hue tha. "Kamine! Bahar nikal sab log!" Arjun ki awaaz gharj ki tarah nikli.

Seniors dar gaye. Arjun ne ek-ek ko collar se pakad ke bahar dhakka diya aur principal ke paas complaint karne ki dhamki di. Sab seniors maafi maangte hue wahan se bhag gaye – "Sorry sir... galti ho gayi."

Arjun turant Mahima ke paas aaye. Woh ab bhi zor-zor se ro rahi thi, uska saans phoola hua tha. "Mahima.., thik ho tum?" Arjun ne uske paas jhuk kar pyaar se uske kandhe pe haath rakhne ki koshish ki.

Mahima sirf sar hilati rahi, rona nahi ruk raha tha. Uske aansu shirt pe gir rahe the. Aur phir... uske emotional hone aur tez saans lene ki wajah se shirt ka ek important button zor se tut gaya.

Fssstt!

Uske dono bade, bhare hue boobs almost bahar aa gaye tight pink bra mein bhi woh bahut zyada ubhar rahe the, deep cleavage poori tarah dikhai de rahi thi. Ek boob thoda sa bra se bahar jhank raha tha, soft aur milky white skin chamak rahi thi.

Arjun ki nazar wahan atak gayi. Unka dil tez dhadka. Itni sundar, innocent ladki... uske bade boobs itne close se dekh kar unmein ek garam si current daud gayi. Lekin unhone turant apni nazar hata li aur apna coat utaar kar Mahima ke upar daal diya usko cover karne ke liye.

"Mahima, shant ho jao. Main hoon na yahan," Arjun ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein care aur attraction dono the.

Lekin Mahima ab aur sharm aur dar se paagal ho gayi thi. Usne Arjun ko zor se push kiya, coat lapete hue washroom ki taraf bhag gayi. Rote hue, "Sir... please... mujhe akela chhod do..."

Woh washroom mein jakar darwaza band kar ke zor-zor se roti rahi. Aaine mein dekha toh uska shirt kharab ho chuka tha, boobs ab bhi ubhare hue the. Uske mann mein sharm thi, dar tha... lekin Arjun sir ke strong haath aur unki protective awaaz ka ehsaas bhi tha.