Riddhiman's black SUV screeched to a halt right in front of the school gate. Before the engine even died, he flung the door open and stormed out.
He was boiling with rage.
The image of that bite mark on Sneha's neck and those messages on her phone kept flashing through his mind on repeat. He wasn't going to rest until the man responsible was destroyed.
The security guard at the gate stepped forward.
"Sir, who are you looking for?"
Riddhiman shoved him aside roughly.
"Anurag. Anurag Sir. Where is he?"
The guard looked stunned.
"Who are you? Please go to the office first—"
He never finished the sentence. Riddhiman had already pushed past him and was striding down the corridor. Girls who saw him froze and stared. Some began whispering among themselves.
He stormed straight into Meenakshi Ma'am's room and slammed the door open.
"Where is Anurag?" His voice was thick and trembling with fury.
Meenakshi Ma'am stood up, alarmed.
"Who are you? Why are you barging in like this?"
Riddhiman snapped,
"Which classroom is Anurag Sir in?"
Trembling, Meenakshi Ma'am replied,
"It's a free period right now. Sir… he's in his cabin… B-12 block, at the far end."
Riddhiman spun around and marched out.
He stormed down the long school corridor, fuming with rage, a peon—Ramu Da—panting and hurrying after him.
"Sir! Sir! Please calm down! You can't enter like this! Stop, please!" Ramu Da shouted.
Riddhiman whirled around, eyes blazing red, teeth clenched.
"Get your hands off me! I don't have time to talk to a peon like you!"
He yanked his arm free so violently that Ramu Da stumbled backward and hit the wall.
"Sir, this is a school! The girls are watching! Please—" Ramu Da tried again.
Riddhiman didn't stop. He marched straight to the end of B-12 block and reached Anurag Sir's cabin.
The nameplate on the door read: 'Anurag Bandyopadhyay, Chemistry Teacher'.
The door was slightly ajar. With one powerful shove, he flung it wide open. The door banged loudly against the wall.
Inside, Anurag Sir was sitting at his table, a notebook open in front of him, red pen in hand. At the sudden noise, he looked up—first in surprise, then in wary alertness.
Ramu Da rushed in behind Riddhiman, gasping for breath.
"Sir! This man… I couldn't stop him… he's very angry!"
Anurag Sir stood up. His voice was calm but firm.
"Who are you? Why are you causing such a disturbance? This is a teacher's cabin—you can't just barge in like this."
Riddhiman's eyes narrowed. He took one step forward and kicked the door shut behind him with a loud bang.
"You're Anurag?"
Anurag frowned.
"Yes, I'm Anurag Bandyopadhyay. Who are you? What do you want?"
The next second, Riddhiman lunged forward, grabbed Anurag Sir by the collar, and yanked him forward. The notebook and pen clattered to the floor.
"You slept with Sneha?!"
Hearing Sneha's name, Anurag Sir looked stunned.
"What are you talking about? Who are you to Sneha?"
Riddhiman twisted the collar tighter.
"Shut up! You bit her neck! You left your mark on her body! How dare you?!"
Riddhiman swung his right fist and punched Anurag Sir hard across the left cheek. The sound echoed inside the cabin. Anurag Sir's head snapped to the side; blood trickled from his split lip.
"You bastard! Her body is mine! How dare you touch her? Tell me!"
Riddhiman raised his fist again, but Anurag Sir caught his wrist and stopped the blow.
"Who the hell are you? How do you know Sneha?"
The question made Riddhiman's eyes burn even redder. He wrenched his hand free and screamed,
"I'm her future husband! I'm Riddhiman Sen!"
Anurag Sir froze in shock. Sneha's future husband? Sneha had never mentioned anything about this!
Another punch came—this time to the stomach. Anurag Sir doubled over, clutching his belly.
"Her body was supposed to be mine! I was supposed to be the one who fucked her! And you played with her? You entered her, sucked on her breasts, fucked her! And she pretends to be so innocent, as if she knows nothing! Just wait till I marry her—then I'll fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk until my child is in her belly! I'll tie her up night after night, rip her pussy apart, suck her tits dry—so she'll never want another man again!"
The filthy words ignited pure fire in Anurag Sir's eyes.
With both hands, he shoved Riddhiman violently. Riddhiman stumbled backward and crashed into the wall. Anurag Sir's eyes were now blazing red, his breathing heavy.
Anurag Sir lunged at him. The first punch landed squarely on Riddhiman's nose. Blood spurted out. Riddhiman clutched his nose, but Anurag Sir didn't stop. He rained blows on Riddhiman's stomach, chest, and face—wherever he could land them.
The two men fought wildly inside the cabin, turning it into a battlefield. Chairs toppled over, a file slid off the table and scattered papers everywhere.
Riddhiman tore Anurag Sir's shirt; Anurag Sir ripped Riddhiman's collar. Both their faces were bruised and bleeding. Their shirts were soaked with blood.
Outside, the commotion grew louder. Girls came running.
"Sir is fighting!"
"Who is that man?"
"Call the Headmistress!"
The door burst open. Two other male teachers (newly appointed) and three female teachers rushed in. Along with Ramu Da and another peon, they tried desperately to pull the two men apart.
**To be continued…**