After the last bell rings, Mishti doesn’t go home. She goes to him. Professor Yuvraj is a man who never stumbles, and never looks at a student as anything more than a grade on paper. Mishti is the distraction he never saw coming. Just a professor and his student choosing to fuck up in the very classroom where they studied. “Lock the door, Mishti. This session is private.” What begins as guidance turns personal. Every session blurs the boundary between lesson and desire, control and surrender. Some sessions aren’t meant to be learned. They’re meant to be felt. Officially, it’s a private session. Unofficially, it’s a private sex-session.