Hers Professor {Completed}

Dream Came true

Author's POV

The evening had arrived as the sun slowly started the process of drowning in the orange ocean painted by its paint and white clouds. The trip was proven to be a success. Everyone enjoyed a lot and laughed a lot.

Now, everyone was taking pictures with their friends preserving the memories of today in those pictures while she was sitting on the stairs alone watching all of them.

She was witnessing the giggles of joy and friendship. The laughter were echoing in the hollow of her heart playing more like a miserable strain than a melodious ballad.

Observing all these she wondered how must it feel like to be in friendship? How must it feel like to have friends? How must it feel like to be a part of someone else’s memories and make them part of yours memories?

The display in front of her was somewhat like reading a romance novel with a happy ending when you are yourself have a heart break. The time when you can wish for the same thing but can’t have that for some reason. Then, She just shifted her gaze away from her classmates and opened a diary. Same diary, which Riyansh gave her and started writing something quietly.

Riyansh's POV

Once again, I saw her sitting alone while everyone was taking pictures. Her head was buried in a diary as she was writing something unaware of anything around her. So, I tip-toed to her and stood behind her. “A lioness was caged in a cage of rage.” I read from her diary aloud.

But before I could read more. She quickly shut off her diary. And glared at me with her small eyes. Her eyes were glaring at me but it was not her usual glare.

Her glare seemed more as if she was hurt of something that was why she covered her misery in anger “You should not read someone’s personal things.” She said coldly and her cold voice told me that my little lioness was upset at something.

“But I am just fond of poetry and that was a quite cool poem. I didn’t know if it was something personal.” I blurted out playing innocent blinking my eyes to lighten up her mood and she looked annoyed. And though, I was her professor. But I loved to annoy her like this.

I sat beside her and nudged her with my shoulder and asked her to show her the poem to me. She looked at me with murderous look and rolled her eyes.

“Please,” I begged sweetly. And at the last she showed it to me.

“Woww..., It’s amazing.” I gasped with astonishment after reading it. 

“You write so well. Why didn’t you ever tell me? Is it your hobby too, like dancing?” I questioned with curiosity.

“Dancing is kind of my hobby. But, writing is more than that.” She mumbled looking straight in my eyes. “It’s like an escape for me from reality. A way how I just get relieved from my brimming emotions sometimes.” She continued in low voice. And went silent.

“Are you alright?” I questioned her directly.

“I am alright.” She sighed shifting her gaze.

I wanted to ask her more but she clearly didn’t want to talk about the thing that made her upset. So, I let it slid for this time. Because she might have needed some space so asking her would be making her more worried.

“If you ever feel like you want to talk with someone or you need someone to listen. You can come to me, Okay.” I consoled her patting her cheek. She looked at me with curiosity and asked, “Why have you never told me anything about yourself? You always asked about me but you never tell anything about yourself?” She mumbled curiosity dripping from her voice.