It started with a whisper in the girl’s washroom.
By lunch break, the entire corridor knew.
“Nancy Khan?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfNMFxOLsh
“Sir Haider?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡepF4MWkcjp
“No. No way.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwTEfultYN
“She was in his office for two hours yesterday. Alone.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiNLG9BSTmj
“They say she cried when she came out. Guess why?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Mu6SSLfk7
“She’s been acting all sweet—ugh, two-faced.”
Nancy didn’t notice the shift at first. Not until the glances grew colder and the silence around her, louder. When even her favorite professor looked at her with guarded eyes. When her lab partner awkwardly requested to be shifted.
When she opened her locker and found a note stuffed inside:561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKBTKOCcZN4
“Sl*t in scrubs. Stay away from engaged men.”
Her hand trembled. Her heart pounded. She clutched the metal edges to steady herself.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡESJ3kBe9Hk
What the hell was happening?
She found Rosy near the canteen, mid-gossip as usual.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCI0AwwdLLY
“Rosy,” Nancy snapped, eyes wild. “Did you hear—what they’re saying about me? About Sir Haider?”
Rosy’s brows rose in feigned shock. “Wait... you haven’t heard?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYqApKX78V
“What?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIOq4V0YfM7
“Well... someone shared screenshots. Messages. From your number. It’s going around.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡadHGkjuyTS
Nancy’s breath caught. “That’s impossible. I never—”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpxkzy36Deo
“I’m sure it’s fake,” Rosy said quickly, placing a hand on her arm, “but, Nancy... they look real. And there’s audio too.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAjLnKsy14A
Nancy felt her knees weaken. “Audio?”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvrQQ0Akh6
Rosy nodded solemnly. “You need to talk to admin. Like now. Before they take action.”
But it was too late. That evening, a disciplinary email landed in her inbox.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fg5KuA7XK
Pending investigation. Temporary suspension from labs. A formal hearing scheduled.
She cried that night like she hadn’t in years. Cried so hard her ribs hurt.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOmLf3vpqB
Her parents didn’t yell — which was worse. Her father just stared at the floor. Her mother sobbed quietly in the kitchen.
But Nancy wasn’t stupid. Or weak.
She knew she had never sent a single inappropriate message. Never met Sir Haider outside campus, never called him late, never crossed a line. She dug through her phone — and found messages she didn’t remember sending. Late night texts. Flirtatious. Disturbingly real. All with Sir Haider’s contact.
But the tone wasn’t hers. The words felt... borrowed. Forced.
And that’s when a flicker of doubt lit up.
She remembered — two weeks ago — she’d left her phone charging in the hostel room. Unlocked. And Rosy was there. Alone.
The betrayal bloomed like poison.
Nancy didn’t confront her right away. Instead, she played along. She acted broken. Confused. Isolated.
She let Rosy get comfortable. Let her feel untouchable.
Until one evening, Nancy asked Rosy to “help her write an apology letter to Sir Haider to end the drama.” She said it innocently — like someone desperate, someone naïve.
Rosy smirked. “Sure, babe. I’ll help you. You’re not good with words, anyway.”
She dictated it like she was writing her own victory speech. Arrogant. Careless.
What she didn’t know? Nancy had placed her old cracked phone — the one she said was “dead” — right there on the desk. Camera rolling. Audio crisp.
The next day, Nancy walked into the hearing with trembling hands but fire in her chest.
“I have something to show the panel,” she said. Her voice cracked. Then rose.
Rosy’s face, when the audio played? Priceless.
The panel heard Rosy’s voice:561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsNdIaWjNhr
“Don’t worry, Nancy. Everyone’s already convinced. I made sure of it.”561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbfo5D1Wxgv
“I used your phone. Changed the contact name. Even timed the messages to look real. Brilliant, right?”
The silence in the room was louder than thunder.
Three Days Later
Nancy was cleared. Her record wiped clean. Sir Haider stepped down temporarily — not guilty, but for propriety.
Rosy? Expelled. Quietly. No ceremony, no friends left to defend her.
But Nancy didn’t smile.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2cw574d3fe
Because the wound wasn’t on paper — it was in her trust. Her heart.
She stood by the hostel window that night, watching the rain trace patterns on the glass.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jaMkAxm0f
Her mother called.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVS06tjQQsW
“Beta, are you okay now?”
Nancy looked at her reflection. Bruised, but breathing.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIadMpBmUyq
“No, Amma,” she said softly. “But I will be.
and then Add to home screen.