Chapter 9: The Teacher’s Rescue

Reena was Sanju’s teacher from school, the woman who had first recognized his genius and nurtured it. She was thirty-five now, still teaching at the same school, still unmarried, still alone. Her body, was a paradox--naturally huge, firm breasts that seemed to belong on a woman half her age, a slender waist, and a round, juicy ass. Her face was kind and intelligent, with warm eyes and a gentle smile.

But Reena’s life had taken a dark turn. The son of her landlord had returned from abroad, and he had set his sights on her. He was a predator, using his position of power to pressure her, to corner her, to make her life a living hell. He had tried to molest her multiple times, and she lived in constant fear that he would eventually succeed in raping her.

She had nowhere to go. She was an orphan, no family to turn to. Her salary as a teacher was modest, and finding a new flat in Mumbai was nearly impossible on her budget. She had been saving, but not fast enough.

Sanju heard about her situation from an old classmate and immediately intervened. He went to Reena’s flat and found her packing her bags, tears streaming down her face. The landlord’s son had just made another attempt, and this time he had been more aggressive, tearing her blouse before she managed to fight him off.

“You’re coming with me,” Sanju said, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re not staying here another night.”