Measured Steps

Wed, 11 Feb 2026 15:18:31 +0000

The college gate was already tired.By 8:47 a.m., it had seen everything. Sleepy students clutching half-buttoned shirts. Groups laughing too loudly. A few pretending confidence, most faking punctuality. The iron bars stood tall and indifferent, like a silent witness to chaos.Then the noise dipped. Not silence. Just... control.A black sedan slowed near the gate.Someone whispered, "She's here."Another muttered, "Anatomy wali?""Obviously."The car door opened.Y/N stepped out with measured calm, her posture straight, eyes sharp, expression unreadable. No rush. No drama. Just presence. The kind that made people stand a little straighter without knowing why.She adjusted the strap of her bag and glanced at her watch.8:49.Her lips pressed into a thin line."Good," she murmured. "Still time to disappoint me."A group of students froze mid-laugh."... ma'am?" one of them whispered nervously.Y/N's eyes flicked towards them. Cold. Precise. Surgical."Yes?" she said, voice even."N-nothing, ma'am."She nodded once and walked past them, heels clicking softly against the pavement. Each step felt deliberate, like she owned the ground she walked on.At the gate, the guard straightened up. "Good morning, ma'am.""Morning," she replied, then paused. Looked at the register. Looked at him again."Gate closes at nine, right?""Yes, ma'am.""Good." A beat. Then, almost casually, "After that, anyone who enters late should directly come to my class."The guard swallowed. "Yes, ma'am."She smiled.It was small. Polite. Dangerous.Inside the campus, whispers followed her like shadows."She's strict but... funny, no?""Funny?""Dry funny. Like... dangerous funny."Y/N entered the anatomy block, the smell of disinfectant and old books greeting her like an old friend. She stopped outside the lecture hall, hearing the familiar hum of chatter inside.She opened the door.The room snapped into silence.She placed her bag on the desk, turned, and surveyed the class slowly. Her gaze lingered. Counted. Calculated."Good morning," she said."Good morning, ma'am," the class echoed.She raised an eyebrow. "That sounded rehearsed. I don't trust rehearsed things."A few nervous chuckles escaped.She picked up a piece of chalk, twirled it once between her fingers."Anatomy," she began, "is not about memorizing parts. It's about understanding consequences."She wrote one word on the board.HUMAN."Is class boring?" she asked suddenly.Silence.She tilted her head. "Relax. Wrong answers don't kill you. Not here, at least."Soft laughter rippled through the room.Then her expression hardened again."Latecomers," she continued calmly, "will stand at the back. Not as punishment." A pause. "As a reminder that time doesn't wait. And neither do I."The door creaked open.Someone was late.Y/N didn't turn.She just smiled slightly."Ah," she said softly, in Hindi,"Drama always knows when to enter."And the first class of the day truly began. 🖤📚🔥Inside Anatomy Lab