Chapter 3: My studentWhen you spend years feeling invisible, the smallest glance can feel like a revolution.My life, from the outside, still looked the same. I was still the professor at college, the daughter-in-law at home, the dutiful wife — and the woman whose womb hadn’t borne a child. But inside me, a different fire had been lit. Quietly, steadily, and now… dangerously.After college hours, I used to give tuition classes to a few selected students. Mostly bright minds who needed guidance, sometimes slow learners whose parents insisted. Among them was Sanju — a young man of about 22, rough around the edges, confident beyond his years.I hadn’t wanted to take him in.The way he looked at me during our first meeting unsettled me. His gaze lingered a moment too long on my lips, his eyes always searching — not for knowledge, but something else. But his mother had come to me personally, folded her hands, and said, “Madam, please take him. Maybe your influence will put some discipline
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