Madam Avantika’s Slave: A College Femdom Story (Part-one)

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This is the story of Ravi, a boy passing through the darkest phase of his college life. But the cause of his sorrow wasn't just his studies; it was an obsession that had completely consumed his existence. This is the story of Ravi and his professor, Madam Avantika.

In the massive lecture hall of the college, where more than 100 students sat, Ravi’s status was no more than a flake of old paint peeling off the wall. He had always considered himself inferior, insignificant, and trivial compared to Madam Avantika. But the previous semester’s university results had placed a firm seal on the fact that Avantika Madam was not just superior to him—in Ravi's eyes, she was the manifestation of God, and Ravi wasn't even worth the dust crushed under her 6-inch high heels.

Madam Avantika was considered the strictest and most intelligent professor in the college. Her record was such that she had never given a wrong answer to any question to date. Last year, when she submitted her PhD thesis, for the first time in the university's history, a professor received a 100% score on all parameters. Seven different research papers, and a perfect 100/100 score in all of them. This was a historic record that perhaps no one could break even in the next 100 years. She was the epitome of perfection.

On the other hand was Ravi. In that same semester, Ravi’s marks were 22.6%. Not just a fail, but a shameful failure. The distance between Ravi and Madam Avantika wasn't just between the earth and the sky; it was between an insect and the universe.

In the classroom, Ravi always sat on the last bench, hidden in the farthest corner. His eyes were less on the board and more on Madam Avantika. Madam Avantika’s personality was such that it shook Ravi to the core. She was tall—very tall. Ravi’s height was barely 5'5", while Madam Avantika was 5'9" even without heels. And when she wore high pencil heels with her black pencil skirt and formal shirt, she looked nearly 6 feet tall. Her stature was like a mountain to Ravi, before which he could only grovel.

Ravi would keep watching her. She wasn't just tall; she was incredibly beautiful and intimidating. There was a pride in her eyes that could force anyone to bow down. Many boys in the class talked about her, praising her beauty, but no one had the courage to meet her eyes. She gave importance to no one. For her, students were just lumps of raw clay she was shaping with her knowledge, or like some—like Ravi—whom she had already rejected.

Ravi always wished that if he could acquire even 1/1,000,000th of Madam Avantika’s brain, he would pass. Repeatedly failing in the university had shattered his self-confidence like glass. He felt his brain had locked up, as if someone had thrown away the key.

The next exams were approaching. The final year exams. If Ravi failed this time, he would be kicked out of college. But studying? That seemed beyond him now. The moment he opened books, his head would spin. He feared he would be humiliated badly once again. On the other hand, the entire college expected Madam Avantika to win the Best Professor award this year and set a new academic record. And Ravi? Ravi also thought that he would pass this time. He tried. He tried to stay up all night and study. But the confidence just wouldn't come. Whatever he memorized would vanish from his brain the next day as if it were never there.

One day in class, Madam Avantika made Ravi stand up.

"Ravi," her voice echoed through the hall, sharp and cold. "You are present in class physically, but your mind is somewhere else. Tell me, what did I just explain?" Experience the best femdom story right here on our website.

Ravi’s hands and feet went cold. He just kept looking down at her shining heels. Not a single word came out of his mouth.

Madam Avantika took a deep breath, filled with irritation. "Sit down. Students like you are drowning the standard of this university. Teaching you is like banging one's head against a wall. Nothing can become of you."

That line—"Nothing can become of you"—pierced Ravi's brain like an arrow. That night, all of Ravi's hopes for himself broke. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt disgusted.

"I can't study... I can't compete," Ravi muttered to himself. "I can't match her brain. She isn't human; she is a Goddess. And one doesn't compete with a Goddess... one worships her."

Sitting in the dark room, a strange madness took over Ravi's mind. A transformation occurred. The student died, and a devotee was born.

"Yes, I will worship Madam Avantika," he said softly, as if accepting a curse. "I will become her devotee. If I can't reach her brain, I will make my place at her feet. I will sacrifice my entire life, my self-respect, everything at her holy feet."

Ravi began preparing to become Madam Avantika’s devotee. Study books were thrown aside. Now, his syllabus had changed. His new subject was—Madam Avantika’s Foot-dust.

He stayed up all night writing a special prayer for Madam Avantika's worship. This was no ordinary prayer; it was a slave's petition to his mistress. He even created a mantra that could erase his fear of failure and give him the power of surrender. But for worship, he didn't need an idol; he needed the actual feet.

Ravi put his old high-resolution camera phone and a small tripod in his bag and set out for college the next day. His heart was racing, but there was no fear, only a strange excitement. Today, there would be no studying in class, only 'Darshan' (divine viewing).

Class began. Madam Avantika was standing at the podium giving a lecture. Today she wore black open-toe heels. Her feet were fair and perfectly pedicured, and the sound of her heels—tak-tak-tak—hit Ravi's brain like a hammer. Ravi quietly placed his bag under the table and turned on the phone's camera. He was sitting at the side of the front row from where the bottom part of the podium was clearly visible.

When Madam Avantika turned to write something on the blackboard, Ravi took the chance and zoomed in from below. Click. Click.

He secretly clicked many photos of Madam Avantika’s feet. Sometimes when she shifted her weight, sometimes when she walked. One shot was perfect—when she sat on the chair out of tiredness and took one foot slightly out of the heel, dangling it in the air. Ravi's breath hitched. That sight was no less than heaven for him.

Returning home, Ravi transferred all those photos to his computer. He carefully selected the 5 best photos. Among them, one photo was a masterpiece—in it, Madam Avantika’s entire sole was visible. Because of the high resolution, every line on the sole was clear. The texture of the skin, the shape of the heel, and most special—the slight road dust stuck to her sole.

Ravi immediately went to the market and got those 5 photos printed on large glossy poster paper. The shopkeeper also looked at him with strange eyes, but Ravi no longer cared about the world's shame.

Coming to his room, he locked the door and drew the curtains. He removed old certificates and calendars from the wall. Now, his new temple was going to be built there. In the center, he placed the largest poster where Madam Avantika’s sole was shown zoomed-in. On both sides, he placed 2 more posters each, showing her feet from different angles.

Ravi stood before that large poster. The photo was so clear that those particles of dust could be counted—dust that must have stuck to Madam Avantika’s feet while coming to college. Ravi kept staring at that sole. To him, that dust was more precious than the most expensive diamonds in the world. That dust had become holy by the touch of the Goddess.

"This is where I belong," Ravi said to himself. "This is my status."

He took a large permanent marker. He went to the poster and with trembling hands, on the photo of the sole, where the smallest, most trivial particle of dust was visible, he drew an arrow. And next to that arrow, in large letters, he wrote—RAVI.

He had defined himself. He was that dust on Madam Avantika’s sole which she shook off every day, but which wanted to remain stuck to her.

After this, the exotic ritual began. Ravi bathed with cold water, just as one does before going to a temple. He wore clean clothes. He lit incense sticks in the whole room so the atmosphere could become holy. Then he sat on his knees before that large poster.

He joined his hands, closed his eyes, and rested his head on the ground, right below the poster.

"O Goddess of Knowledge, O Mistress Avantika," Ravi began his composed prayer. "I am your most worthless, most lowly student. I have no brain, but I have devotion. I will not make the mistake of trying to equal you again."

Tears began to fall from Ravi's eyes. These were not tears of sorrow, but of surrender.

"I won't study to pass; I will just be the dust of your feet. Make me pass, Goddess. Take mercy on me considering me the dirt of your feet."

He opened his eyes and looked at his name 'Ravi' written with the marker, crushed under that sole. He found a strange peace. He felt that this was his true place. If he remained with her as dust, he would never fail, because Madam Avantika never fails.

The night grew deep, but Ravi did not sleep. He remained lying there on the floor below the poster. Before sleeping, he took his beads in hand and started chanting the mantra he had created.

“Om Malkin Avantikaye Namah... Malkin Avantika ke charno mein hi meri sharan hai.”

(Salutations to Mistress Avantika... My refuge is only in Mistress Avantika’s feet).

Not once, not twice, he repeated this mantra 100 times. With every mantra, his fear vanished and a new faith was born. The faith that he didn't need to read any book now. Now he would pass through the connection with her feet.

When he said "Surrendered" for the last time, he got up and kissed the sole shown on the large poster. His lips touched the cold paper, but Ravi felt as if he had actually touched Madam Avantika’s warm feet.

Now Ravi had no fear of the exam. Because he was no longer a student. He had become an object. Something that stays under Madam Avantika’s feet, and no one can fail the one who stays there. Ravi turned off the light and fell into a peaceful sleep, even in his dreams hearing the sound of those heels—Tik... Tok... Tik... Tok...—writing his destiny.

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The atmosphere of the exam hall was as silent and somber as a graveyard. Only the sound of flipping papers and the anxiety of students floated in the air. Ravi was sitting in his seat, and as fate would have it, Madam Avantika herself was on invigilation duty in that hall. She was walking at the front of the hall, the sound of her sharp heels—tak... tak... tak—piercing the silence.

The paper came into Ravi's hand. As soon as he read the first question, his mind went blank. The questions looked like they were in an alien language. "Second law of Thermodynamics..." "Organic Chemistry reactions..." Sweat started pouring from Ravi's hands. He felt he would fail again, and failing this time meant being out of college forever. His breathing became heavy.

But then, his gaze fell on Madam Avantika walking in front. She was walking like the queen of an empire. Her face was expressionless, her eyes held that same coldness. Ravi’s gaze slid down... to her feet. Today she wore black formal trousers and pointed black heels. When those heels hit the ground, it felt as if they were commanding the earth to 'stay here'.

Suddenly, the scene from last night echoed in Ravi's brain. That poster, that mantra, and 그 surrender.

"I am not alone," Ravi reminded himself in his mind. "My brain is not mine; it belongs to Mistress Avantika. I am just the dust of her feet."

Ravi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He visualized that he wasn't in the exam hall right now, but lying before that poster in his room, and Madam Avantika's heavy foot was placed on his head.

The moment he opened his eyes, a miracle happened. The questions that seemed like Hebrew until now suddenly started appearing in his mind as floating images. This wasn't Ravi's knowledge; it was the energy he had acquired from his surrender last night. He picked up the pen and started writing.

His hand was moving like a machine. One after another, he kept writing answers. In between, whenever he started to get stuck, he would just look at Madam Avantika’s walking feet, and the answer would immediately come to mind. Those feet were working like a Wi-Fi signal for him.

When the exam ended, Ravi couldn't believe it. He had attempted 100% of the paper. There was a risk; maybe some were wrong, but passing marks were definitely confirmed. While walking out of the hall, he was feeling a strange high. This victory wasn't of his studies; this victory was of his 'Devotion'.

"I must tell her," Ravi thought. "The fruit of devotion has been received, so it's necessary to offer 'Bhog' to God."

Ravi started looking for Madam Avantika throughout the college. Finally, he saw her in a quiet corner of the library. The library was completely empty; there was only the smell of books and the slight hum of the AC. Madam Avantika was standing near a shelf. Today she wore a sharp business suit of navy blue color, which fit her body perfectly. She was trying to take out a thick reference book from the top shelf. Despite her 5'9" height, the book was a bit high, for which she had to stretch on her toes. Seeing this sight, the devotee inside Ravi woke up.

Ravi went near her on tip-toe.

"Excuse me, Madam... Can I help you with something?" Ravi asked suddenly from behind.

Madam Avantika was startled and turned back. That same strict look returned to her face. "Mr. Ravi? What are you doing here? And no, I don't need help. I've taken the book." She said, holding the book in her hand. "Thanks anyway."

She turned to leave, but Ravi's courage today was at another level.

"Madam, I want to tell you something... something very important," Ravi said in nervousness, his throat drying up.

Avantika stopped. She raised one eyebrow and looked with a cold expression. "What is it? Speak quickly, I don't have time to waste. If it's about the exam, wait for the result."

"No Madam, I know the result. I will pass," Ravi said, gathering some confidence now. "But the thing is... I am going to pass because of you this time."

Madam Avantika became confused. "Because of me? I haven't given you any extra coaching except for throwing you out of class. What are you talking about?"

"Yes Madam, because of you," there was now a strange madness in Ravi's voice. "I hadn't studied. Last night... I worshipped your feet."

Ravi blurted out everything in one breath. He told her how he took her photos, how he made the poster, how he chanted the mantra, and how today in the exam, he remembered answers by looking at her feet.

Madam Avantika’s eyes widened with shock and anger. She felt as if she were talking to a madman.

"What nonsense!" she screamed, forgetting she was in the library. "You have gone completely mad, Ravi. You are sick! You took my photos? Worshipped me? This is creepy and disgusting. I don't want to talk to you. Just get lost!"

She turned quickly and started walking toward the library exit. Ravi felt as if his God was walking away from him in anger. He didn't understand anything. He couldn't let her go. He ran and came in her way, and fell straight onto his knees at her feet.

He grabbed Madam Avantika’s left leg, which looked strong even in her trousers, with both his hands.

"Please Madam! Please Ma'am! Have mercy on me. You are my Goddess. I am not a creep; I am your devotee. Forgive me considering me your tiny, lowly slave. Take me into your service!"

Avantika felt a shock feeling Ravi's hands on her leg. she felt disgust and anger too.

"Release me! Are you mad? Leave my leg right now!" she said angrily and gave a hard jerk to free her foot.

Ravi's grip was strong, but Avantika’s strength and the jerk of her heel were greater. As soon as she pulled her foot, Ravi lost his balance. He fell backward and his head hit the corner of a heavy wooden chair nearby.

Thakk!

A loud sound came. Ravi fell right there on the floor, holding his head. Blood didn't come out much, but the injury was deep. His eyes closed in pain.

Madam Avantika, who was angry until now, was startled seeing this. After all, she was a teacher.

"Ravi!" she leaned down in panic. She slammed her books on the table and came to Ravi. "Are you hurt badly? I am... I am very sorry. I didn't mean that; I was just removing you."

Even in pain, Ravi opened his eyes and saw his Goddess leaning before him. There was worry on her face, which was no less than 'Prasad' for Ravi.

"No Madam... I am fine. Please... please don't be troubled. This is my fate," Ravi tried to stand up while stumbling.

"Be quiet and show me," Avantika said firmly. She removed Ravi's hand from his head and started checking the injury by moving his hair with her fair, soft hands. The touch of her fingers was like an electric shock to Ravi.

"Swelling has come," she said with a bit of irritation. "You are truly mad. I don't know what nonsense you keep talking, and look, now you've hurt yourself."

Ravi looked into her eyes. She was still angry, but now she was listening.

"Madam, whatever I said is 100% true," Ravi said emphatically. "I am not talking nonsense. You are not human. You are a Goddess. You are God."

Avantika rolled her eyes and stepped back. "Oh god, here we go again. Listen to me Ravi, this is your hallucination. You will only be successful if you work hard in life. I have no role in this. Stop this worship and this feet obsession. Understand? Focus on your studies."

"No Madam," Ravi became stubborn. "I didn't feel like studying at all. I had lost. Since I started worshipping you as God, I have found a purpose in life. The thing that seemed impossible before, hope has started coming to do it today."

Ravi was in a flow now. He remained sitting on his knees, with joined hands.

"Please Madam, keep your blessing on this devotee. How can you refuse? Every time you get 100%—university record! 100% in PhD! You have more knowledge than even professors. You are perfect in everything. I remember in the last sports meet, you held a tennis racquet for the first time and defeated a state-level coach 6-0, 6-0, 6-0! Can any human do that? All this proves that you are a form of God, a superior being, and I before you... am just dust."   Get lost in the most intense femdom story our website has to offer.

Avantika became quiet for a while. There was madness in Ravi's words, but the conviction in his voice satisfied Avantika’s ego. Hearing that someone considers her so great awakened the 'superiority complex' inside her. She pushed her hair back and took a deep breath.

"I don't know how to explain to you, Ravi," she said in a soft but arrogant tone. "There is a chemical imbalance in your brain. And I don't know how to allow what you are asking of me—becoming a 'devotee'. I am a Professor, not a Godwoman."

"Just keep your blessing on me, Madam," Ravi pleaded. "I want nothing. Just let me stay like dust at your feet. My life will be blessed. I will pass, I will become something, just with your blessing. Can I... can I touch your feet and take blessings? Please?"

Avantika looked at the watch. She was getting late, and this boy wouldn't agree without getting something. If he thinks he is happy only by falling at her feet, then fine.

"Fine," she said tiredly. "Whatever you want to do, do it quickly. I don't have time to watch drama."

Ravi's face lit up with joy. He quickly adjusted on his knees and bowed down to the ground. He moved both his hands toward Madam Avantika’s black-heeled feet, but didn't touch them.

"Please Madam... I want that blessing. The real one," Ravi said softly, looking at the ground.

"Now what?" Avantika got annoyed.

"Once... just once please place your holy foot on my head. Like a Goddess blesses her devotee. I will be blessed," Ravi requested with joined hands.

Avantika felt this was crossing the limit. But then she thought, this boy anyway considers himself a worm. This is his status. She cast a glance at the library door—there was no one.

"You are unbelievable," she said, but there was no refusal in her voice, rather a command. "Whatever. I don't care. If this calms your madness, then bring your head."

Ravi placed his forehead on the ground, right before her feet. His heart was beating fast.

Madam Avantika didn't take off her expensive sandals. She felt that Ravi was worthy only of her shoe. She lifted her right foot. The black heel waved in the air and then came down.

She placed her entire weight on the back part of Ravi’s head.

Ravi felt as if the heaviest and most peaceful burden of the world had come onto his head. The sole of Madam Avantika’s sandal was hard, and the heel was sinking into his hair. That road dust, library dirt, everything that was under that shoe, was now on Ravi's head.

"Live long," Avantika said from above, her voice now held not anger, but the pride of a Goddess giving alms to her priest. "Whatever you desire, may you get in life. And may God give you some sense."

Ravi remained stuck to the ground. Madam Avantika was standing on his head. He wasn't moving. 1 minute... 2 minutes... Avantika stood just like that. She too had started finding a strange pleasure—crushing a human under her heel, making him feel her power. Crushed below, Ravi was saying his mantra in his mind.

After two minutes, when Avantika’s foot started to ache, she removed it.

"Now get up and go from here. And there's no need to tell anyone about all this," she ordered.

Ravi stood up. His hair was messy and there was a shoe mark and dust on his head, but his face was shining as if he had just drunk nectar.

"Madam... Thanks a lot," Ravi said, bowing. "Today I am truly born."

"Just shut up and study," Avantika said, but as she left, there was a slight, mysterious smile on her face. She picked up her books and walked out of the library quickly, the tak-tak sound of her heels now no less than music to Ravi. Ravi remained standing there, looking at the spot where a moment ago the Goddess herself had made him her property.

Those college days were now not just study days for Ravi, but days of service to his 'Mistress'. After the results came out, Ravi thought that perhaps Madam Avantika’s anger would calm down, but Avantika was a personality who never let her status drop.

One day, a special "Remedial Class" was announced in the Physics Department. This class was for those students who had passed on the borderline or whose academic performance was weak. Ravi, naturally, was on this list.

It was 4 o’clock in the evening. Most of the college students had gone home. There was a silence in the air. Only Ravi and his 5 other worthless friends (Boys group) were sitting in the classroom. On the other side, the most intelligent girl in the class, Riya, was sitting alone.

Then, that familiar sound echoed in the corridor—Tak... Tak... Tak...

Madam Avantika entered the class. Today she wore a dark emerald green saree, with a sleeveless blouse. There was a file in her hands and on her feet were those same 5-inch pencil heels, the tips of which felt like they were pricking the ground. As soon as she arrived, there was pin-drop silence in the class.

"Good evening, losers," Avantika said without looking at anyone and slammed her purse on the table.

She cast a glance full of disgust at the boys.

"You 6 boys... and Riya there alone," she said, writing something on the board with a marker. "I don't understand why you people come to college? To pass time? To waste your parents' money?"

Ravi was silently adoring her. Even her scolding felt like 'Prasad' to him.

After teaching for a while, Madam Avantika realized the boys were paying less attention to studies. A devilish smile came to her face.

"You people don't understand theory, right? Come on, let's do something practical today," she said, closing the marker. "Let's play a game. A Quiz Competition."

The boys started looking at each other.

"This won't be a normal quiz," Avantika said, sitting on her chair and crossing her legs under the table. "This will be—The Supreme FEMALE vs The Dumb MALES."

She called Riya to her. "Riya, you are in my team. We are 'Team Goddess'. And you six (6) boys... you are 'Team Losers'."

Riya got up and sat on the desk to the right of Madam Avantika. Ravi and his companions were on the left side.

"But Madam," Avantika interrupted in the middle, "The real fun of competition comes when there are 'Stakes'. When the loser is reminded of their status."

She looked straight into Ravi's eyes. She knew what Ravi wanted.

"So the condition (bet) will be this," Avantika said, tapping her heel on the ground, "That the team which loses, its Captain will place the winning team’s Captain’s sandal... on his head. And not just place it, but rub his nose on the ground before the whole class and ask for forgiveness."

Silence filled the class. The other boys got scared, but Ravi's heart was jumping with joy.

"Accepted?" Avantika challenged.

Ravi immediately raised his hand. "Accepted, Madam. I want to be the Captain of the Boys team."

The other boys took a breath of relief that a scapegoat had been found. Madam Avantika made Riya her team's representative, but the Captain was she herself.

The quiz began. Questions from Chemistry and Physics.

Madam Avantika asked the first question to Riya. Riya immediately gave the correct answer.

"Excellent," Avantika said. "Girls: +10."

Then she asked the boys the same question in a twisted way.

A boy tried to answer, but it turned out wrong.

"Wrong!" Avantika shouted. "Boys: -10."

Next question. Riya again gave the correct answer. +10. Total +20.

Boys again gave a wrong one. -10. Total -20.

The score gap kept increasing. Madam Avantika was deliberately asking difficult questions to the boys, and slightly easier ones to Riya. But the truth was that the boys didn't even know the easy questions.

The girls' score kept rising... +100... +200... +300.

The boys' score was going into the underworld... -150... -200... -220.

Ravi wasn't even trying to answer. He was just watching Madam Avantika, who was smiling with arrogance at every correct answer and humiliating them by calling them 'idiots' at every wrong one.

The quiz ended.

Final Score:

Team Goddess (Avantika & Riya): +350

Team Losers (Ravi & Boys): -220

"My God!" Madam Avantika laughed and shook her head. "Such a difference? It's not even between earth and sky; this is the difference between human and animal. Your boys' IQ is in the negative. You boys aren't even equal to the dust of our feet."

She pointed toward Ravi. "Mr. Captain... stand up."  Start your femdom story journey here.

Ravi stood up and went to the center of the class, standing before Madam Avantika’s table. His neck was bowed, but not with shame, with surrender.

"Remember the condition?" Avantika raised her eyebrow.

"Yes, Madam," Ravi said softly.

"Then why the delay? Sit down. On your knees," Avantika ordered.

Ravi immediately sat on his knees on the ground.

"Join your hands," she said. Ravi joined his hands.

Madam Avantika slowly lifted her left foot. She rotated her foot in the air and with the help of her other foot, without using her hands, separated her left-heeled sandal from her foot.

The sandal fell under the table.

"Pick it up," Avantika said.

Ravi leaned forward and picked up that black shiny sandal from under the table. That sandal was still warm from the heat of her foot.

"Now... place it on your empty-brained head," Avantika said with a cruel smile. "So that the world knows where your place is."

Ravi held that sandal with both hands with great respect. The other 5 boys and Riya were watching with shock, but Ravi didn't care about the world. He placed that sandal, whose sole was slightly dirty, straight in the middle of his head.

The thin heel of the sandal got stuck in his hair and the sole was touching his forehead.

Madam Avantika and Riya started laughing loudly.

"Look at him!" Avantika said to Riya. "This is their true place. A man, under a woman's shoe."

The other boys were hiding their faces in shame, but Ravi's eyes were closed. He was feeling that weight.

"It's not over yet," Avantika’s voice became harsh. "Rub your nose. Right now. Before my other foot."

Madam Avantika moved her right foot, which still had the sandal on, forward.

"On the ground. Near the tip of my sandal. 10 times."

Ravi, balancing the sandal on his head, leaned forward. This was very difficult; if the sandal fell, the bet would be broken. He very carefully brought his face near the ground.

The pointed toe of Avantika’s right sandal was a few inches away from his face.

Ravi touched his nose to the ground.

"One," Ravi rubbed his nose while counting.

"Speak louder!" Avantika scolded.

"TWO!" Ravi said loudly, rubbing his nose on the ground.

"THREE!"

The whole class was now counting. "FOUR... FIVE..."

With every count, Ravi’s ego was vanishing and his devotion was deepening.

"NINE (9)... TEN (10)!"

At 10, Ravi remained lying there with his forehead touched to the ground.

Madam Avantika got up from her chair and picked up her sandal from Ravi's head.

"Not bad," she said, putting on the sandal. "At least you can become a good shoe-rack."

She picked up her bag. "Class dismissed. See you tomorrow, losers."

She walked out of the class with her heels clicking.

Evening had fallen. It was about to get dark. Madam Avantika was standing near her car (a luxury sedan) and looking for her keys.

Ravi reached there following her.

"Madam..."

Avantika was startled and turned back. Seeing Ravi, she turned her face the other way, as if she were ashamed to even talk to him.

"Madam, today you showed us boys, and especially me, our true place," Ravi said with a smile. There was no anger in his voice, only happiness.

Avantika unlocked the car and turning toward Ravi, said, "It's a good thing. You boys should know who has the intelligence and power. Right?" She gave a fake, sarcastic smile.

Ravi moved forward a bit. "Madam, don't you like that I am your devotee? That I am ready to be humiliated even before the class for you?"

Avantika’s expression changed. She started looking a bit annoyed. She opened the car door but didn't sit.