The Infamous Burgandy
The story of Shreya — from the first chalk-dust morning to the final flatline — is not a romance, not a revenge tale, not even a tragedy in the classical sense.
It is a slow, clinical record of what happens when seven teenage boys are handed absolute power over one woman’s body, heart, and future… and then quietly, casually, walk away from it.
September 2024
St Aldric’s Boys’ School | Form 13-F Classroom | East Wing
Rain lashes the tall Victorian windows. The room smells of wet wool blazers, old oak desks, and chalk.
You step through the door at 08:55 wearing the burgundy A-line dress that will become infamous. V-neck modest on paper, devastating in motion. Black waves loose down your back. Brown eyes calm, long lashes catching the grey light.
Heels click once, twice.
The seven boys already inside go still — like predators that have just scented blood after months of hunger.
Rafe first notices the way the damp fabric clings to your hips when you turn to the board.
Theo clocks the droplet sliding down your collarbone into the V.
Elias sees the way your hair sticks to the nape of your neck.
Kai tracks the line of your calf in those heels.
Luca fixates on the natural pink of your lips when you speak.
Finn memorises the tiny shiver when cold air hits wet skin.
Cassian simply stares — green eyes unblinking — already calculating how deep he can get before you break.
You write the first quadratic.
They start whispering filth before you finish the equals sign.
