It started with a whisper in the girl’s washroom.
By lunch break, the entire corridor knew.
“Nancy Khan?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI8OHMu1vu0
“Sir Haider?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtZXvNvOwn
“No. No way.”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ65WcOseNf
“She was in his office for two hours yesterday. Alone.”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7s7j89IBr4
“They say she cried when she came out. Guess why?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbC4ZlwXCyR
“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:22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnsVLzNQ0d
“Sl*t in scrubs. Stay away from engaged men.”
Her hand trembled. Her heart pounded. She clutched the metal edges to steady herself.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JLn2k6cbO
What the hell was happening?
She found Rosy near the canteen, mid-gossip as usual.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQl0vj7ers
“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?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOCGRE2OVB
“What?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFqz09U4BiL
“Well... someone shared screenshots. Messages. From your number. It’s going around.”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSa4Wd6MJRZ
Nancy’s breath caught. “That’s impossible. I never—”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTIdUC16oj9
“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.”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWeuJ2WXl9F
Nancy felt her knees weaken. “Audio?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0twkJJBHeC
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvS3GNNB2sx
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nPD7fKnlw
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:22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtfNQIuYuwD
“Don’t worry, Nancy. Everyone’s already convinced. I made sure of it.”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk8skb3T8H9
“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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjF37jjpYoy
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlRzdsOIceR
Her mother called.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxsZQqdaaf
“Beta, are you okay now?”
Nancy looked at her reflection. Bruised, but breathing.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtsLz5RFLqR
“No, Amma,” she said softly. “But I will be.
