Their relationship started the way most things do. It started well. She was his favourite student. She was everything his wife was not. She was a free spirit—confident and outspoken. He couldn’t help but give her extra attention in class. He felt she deserved every bit of it. In fact, he never made a secret of his preferences. This student-teacher relationship soon went beyond the classroom. She visited his place often. She helped his children with their studies. She made friends with his wife. He had declared that she was his little sister. He even became her local guardian. On the other hand, she started dating his brother, although discreetly.
This continued for a while until she asked the brother, her boy friend, to talk to his family about their relationship. The brother said he was too afraid and gave a list of some thousand excuses as to why he could not take such a step—a prior engagement was just one of them.
She took matters in her own hands. After all, she was in love. She called her favourite teacher up and confessed her love for his brother. She was told that nothing could be done since the brother was already promised to another woman. He also suddenly asked if she had slept with the brother, to which she said yes. She did not see a reason to lie.
A series of phone calls followed, mostly at night. They were full of sexual suggestions. Sometimes, open offers. She tried telling him that she only saw a teacher in him and could not possibly imagine him in any other way. The calls continued, on some pretext or the other and always ended up being the same. She thought of doing something about it. Maybe this is where she should have raised a stink, but she remained despondent, almost numb out of sheer disbelief.