Surma was a beautiful bengali girl from Modern School, Kolkatta, India. It was the most prestigious school in Kolkatta.
Surma was a debater. And oh boy! Was she good. She was a champion. She won trophy after trophy.
Debating was her passion.
Whenever Modern School needed to enter another debating competition, nationally or within Kolkatta, Surma was summoned to participate.
And she loved the attention she got. She was a prima donna.
She exuded confidence when she went onstage to debate.
She would prepare endlessly and argue her point meticulously. She especially loved winning Inter-school debates.
Surma was not just smart. She was pretty. And elegant. And voluptuous.
She was always immaculately turned out. Well pressed shirt, skirt with pleats all perfectly in line. Shoes always polished. Shoulder length hair in place and socks as white as snow.
Surmas elegance and her height, always attracted attention. She was tall for her class and and her lovely complexion got her plenty of compliments.
But unknown to her, she had admirers in other schools too. Boys. They whispered when she walked by.
"There she is," they would say admiringly. All the while staring at her long perfect legs.
Rakesh was a young boy from Ashok Hall school. A school which was not as sophisticated as Modern school.
Ashok Hall was considered down market and those who did not get proper grades, went there.
Rakesh joined the debating club because of Surma. He had been admiring her ever since he first set eyes upon her. He was not the debating type but was lured by one of his friends to see the sexy Modern School girls. Especially Surma. So they went to sit in the last row of the auditorium to see the debating competition.
And then she arrived. Surma. Ohh! So elegant. Her long hair flowed past her square shaped shoulders and seemed to wave at Rakesh when she walked.
Her eyes were big and brown and lit up when she spoke. Her lips were soft and when they broke into a smile, they sent the message straight to her luminous eyes. Her short skirt struggled to conceal the strength of her shapely thighs. Her curvaceous hips mesmerized him as they swayed when she walked.
Rakesh loved everything about Surma. She was one sexy girl.
He loved the way her lips surrounded each word before she blew them into the microphone for the world to hear. He loved the way she kept brushing her hair back when she spoke to a boy she liked.
Surma knew she was beautiful and smart and did not suffer fools lightly. Rakesh was one of the fools she did not particularly admire.
Rakesh knew he was not as smart as Surma, but all he wanted was the opportunity to gaze at her.
Surma drove him mad with desire. How could any girl be so sexy?
He did not care much about winning debating competitions. He was not even a good debater. But as long as he could be close to Surma, it was worth the effort.
He went to every debate competition and waited for Surma to be alone, after each debate was over. Surma knew he would be waiting.
So she ignored him. Deliberately.
"Let the fool wait," she thought.
Rakesh would stand in a corner and stare at her, waiting until she had no one else to talk to, and run to her. Surma noticed him staring.
"Oh hi Rakesh. Look at the time! I have to go. So sorry ok? I'll talk to you later."
When Surma condescended to talk to him, she did it more out of apathy. She would talk to him about the points she missed and the reaction of the audience.
" Look at the audience today. They didn't even understand the topic. They just applauded whenever somebody else applauded! I was trying to make the case that the country was better off with fast growth rather than guaranteed jobs, but the whole point just flew over their heads! I guess I need to spell it out next time and stick to simple ideas. Don't I?"
"Oh yes Surma! You are so smart. And pretty. But sometimes they don't understand your points. Shame on them!"
Whenever Rakesh gave her a compliment, she would pull out her little mirror and adjust her hair. Surma was mostly talking to herself rather than to Rakesh, since she knew he was from Ashok Hall and moreover, he never had anything clever to say.
While talking to him, she would look around to see if there was anyone more interesting to talk to. Like Deotima.
Deotima was Surma's best friend.
She was devastatingly beautiful and as smart as Surma. She was thin and tall with big boobs. She was every man's dream. She not only debated but also played the piano beautifully. But she was even more snooty than Surma
Once Rakesh overheard Deotima ask Surma, "Where is the Ashok Hall dumbo?"
Bitch! These girls thought no end of themselves.
But Rakesh didn't care. He wanted Surma.
He would stare at her while she talked to somebody. Her smooth arms. Her lovely legs. He would look at her breasts. He loved the way they seemed to bounce up and down beneath her shirt.
"Did she not wear a bra?" he wondered.
He could see her erect nipples through her shirt sometimes. He could see her bra strap. So she must wear a really thin bra. At first he thought it was because she had just won another debate. She always got excited when she won and each time she brushed her hair back, her nipples stood out proudly. The thrill of winning and showing off in front of a large audience!
He knew that Surma could feel his eyes on her and was deliberately ignoring him.
One day he noticed that each time he talked to her, her nipples were erect. Maybe she was actually excited talking to him.... That thought occupied his mind for several weeks while he masturbated thinking about her.
Rakesh wished he could cup those breasts and take those nipples into his mouth...
Sometimes Surma would notice his lecherous gaze and walk away to talk to others. Her nipples erect.
Rakesh began to work out at a gym near his house.
"What kind of guy would Surma be looking for? Would she prefer the intellectual type or the buff type?" he wondered.
With regular visits to the gym rather than the library, he was developing a buff body. He was already tall and now he was well built too. He started to shave regularly and maintain his hair short.
Once in a while he would catch her eye as Surma looked at him. She would immediately turn away.
One day he asked Surma what kind of guys she liked.
She laughed with disdain seeing his interest in her. She did not want to let him know that she was turned on by his physique, so she said, "Definitely somebody with brains."
He felt she was making fun of him and turned a deep red.
As she walked away he noticed her nipples. They were erect.
Bitch.
Rakesh went to Santosh.
Santosh was his uncle. He could talk about anything to Santosh.
Rakesh told Santosh everything he knew about Surma.
"What type of guy would turn this girl on?" he asked.
Santosh thought for a while and then said, "You know, she is intellectual. So there is probably a chance that she is not enamored by the intellectual type.
"She is from a girls school, so she is probably shy and scared of making the first move. She may also not have many male friends.
"So you will have to be aggressive and take her by force. She may resist at first but she will give in, eventually. There is no other choice. You cannot impress her intellectually so you will have to take that chance."
Rakesh doubled his time at the gym.
The next big debate was in Delhi.
All the schools in Kolkatta booked their participants on the same train to Delhi.
It was tough but Rakesh convinced his Principal that the schools that went to Delhi would be able to claim a similar reputation. And the Principal certainly wanted Ashok Hall to be as reputed as Modern School. So she let Rakesh go to Delhi.
So Rakesh and Kumar went to Delhi. Kumar was a geek. He was smart. And he hero worshipped Rakesh and his buff body.
"You know, ever since Pluto was thrown out of the solar system for not being a planet, it has been acting up. Crossing the orbits of other planets and making faces." This was Kumar's idea of a joke. "If this guy doesin't shut up......" Rajesh thought as he was still making plans for befriending Surma.
Rakesh talked to Surma on the train at every opportunity he got and made eye contact.
" Hi Surma. I know you are going to win this. You are the best debater among all the participants on the train. Did you have lunch? Can I bring you something from the canteen?"
She had noticed his biceps alright.
But she did not talk to him much. She just gave him furtive glances now and then.
How could a smart, beautiful girl from Modern school mix with a low class boy from Ashok Hall?
Then Rakesh noticed Surma smile at Kumar. That asshole! What did she see in him?
So Surma liked smart guys!
He knew Surma only liked Kumar as a friend. So there was nothing to worry about.
"She obviously thinks she is too smart for me. But I will show her," he thought to himself.
He deliberately ran into her in the train again. "You know Surma I was thinking. Ever since Pluto....."
For the first time, she actually laughed at his joke and gave him a lingering glance. Rakesh's heart skipped a beat.
He realized that he needed Kumar's help.
He was willing to try anything.
They reached Delhi and the debates proceeded as per the usual format.
Surma enthralled the audience with her eloquence. Rakesh and Surma were on opposite sides of the debate. But this time, Rakesh had bribed Kumar. He would teach Kumar how to get a great body in exchange for his notes during the debate. So Rakesh grabbed Kumar's notes during the debate and stumped Surma on more than one occasion with his rebuttals.
"The team from Ashok Hall feels that provocative clothing worn by a woman does not create rape. I would like to ask them what does?" Surma demanded.
"The esteemed team from Modern school has to explain the rape of little children or women in Saudi Arabia where there is no issue of provocative clothing involved," Rakesh countered, reading from Kumar's notes.
He could see a newfound respect in Surma's eyes. Was it his body or Kumar's brain that deserved that respect?
Frankly, he did not care.
To get Surma, he would use Kumar's brain or even the devil's clothes.
The same evening after the first debate, he went to Surma's room.
He had taken a shower and freshened up and used a new deodorant.
Surma was wearing a loose top and pyjama bottoms. She had worn lip gloss and her lovely lips looked good enough to eat. Her perfume smelled of peaches. It was intoxicating.
Her long hair was tied on the top of her head in a bun. She looked more beautiful than ever before.
Rakesh noticed she wasn't wearing a bra.
Yet she invited him in.
This was his chance.
"Hi Rakesh. Come in!"
