(Name change. Original name: The Bad Girl)
Anaisha Singhaniya was St. Xavier's most notorious student. She smokes, bullies, wears short clothes, gets just passing grades, and even rides her own bike. But she mostly stays aloof with her gang and alwa...
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Hasan climbed down his car, picking out some notes and his bag. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and walked towards the entrance. On his way, he was knocked by an incoming car. Thankfully, the driver was driving slowly, looking for a parking space. Hasan fell to the ground and angrily gathered himself and his belonging.
"Hey, can't you see? Driving a big fat car doesn't make you a Bahubali." He fisted his hand and reprimanded the driver.
Soon, the car door flung open and he straightened in his place. A woman in a pink linen saree and white sleeveless blouse climbed down the car. Hasan's facial expressions relaxed, and his mouth dropped a little.
"Calm down, Mister. You aren't dead." The woman jerked her sunglasses and blinked at him. Hasan was forced to remember the first time he had met Anaisha. And once again, they were in a similar situation.
Anaisha threw him a look and dryly asked him to step away, - "Next time, watch where you are walking." She gestured with her fingers towards her eyes and pointed back at him. She huffed and turned towards her car. Hasan kept staring stupidly at the front. She sat in her car, pulled down the window, and stuck her head out.
"Now move." She motioned with her hand. He shook his head, coming out from his daze, and stepped aside.
Hasan stepped into the science block and was greeted by an over-excited student.
"Asalam aliakum, Bhaijaan."
Hasan looked sideways and held his shoulders, - "Waliakum Asalam, Khalil. How many times I told you, no Bhaijaan business here. I am Professor Rauf for you, like everybody else." He warned lightly. Khalil sighed, nodding.
"Okay, Professor."- He smiled, and then frowned, - "What's that, Bhai—Professor." He pointed at the muddied knees of Hasan's jeans.
He groaned, placing a palm over his face. Flashes of encounter with Anaisha raced through his head.
"Just minor accident, Khalil. I will clean up in the washroom." He assured his younger brother, patting his shoulder. Khalil nodded, smiling at his elder brother.
Anaisha walked into the principal's office. Principal Mukherjee welcomed her with a warm greeting, - "I was expecting you, Miss. Singhaniya."
She nodded, removing her sunglasses, - "Hmm."
"Please sit down, I will get tea—"
"No need for that, Principal Mukherjee. I just want to see that block." Anaisha spoke formally. Principal Mukherjee paused for a moment and then nodded. He called Professor Jindal. Ten minutes later, he came and was asked to accompany Anaisha for the sightseeing.
"You are going to love this."
"I am St. Xavier's ex-student Professor. I know about it. This is just formality." She replied without sparing a glance at him.
