Intertwined Fate

Chapter 2: "Yes Miss👀".

Standing outside the classroom with my backpack on my shoulders, hot tears rolled down my checks. I have never been this humaliated and never felt this embarassed in my entire life till date.  Who he thinks he is, my parents. I was burning in rage and tell me why shouldn't I? If you experience what I have just gone through, would you have been able to face your classmates anymore. If not for you, it is for me. I can't let go off my mind about what just happend. The scene is kept playing in my mind and the more I'm trying to rub it off, the more devastating ignominy I'm feeling.

"I'm so sorry sir. This won't happen again. I promise"..."what you think you are, huh?. Haven't your parents taught you some real class manners and how you should address to your teacher. What kind of behaviour is this" - the reply came with more pitch this time. I have this thing, I don't care who I'm speaking to, if that person for any reason drags my parents in a convo with me, I gotta answer. So with trembling voice I replied- " sorry sir but it will be great of you if you don't bring my parents into it. They have nothing to do with this. This is all my fault and I'm again and again sorry. I was just too tired as I didnt get enough sleep last night, completing my assignments. I'm sorry". I tried to sound as much guilty I could. Lowering my head in great shame I waited for an answer, praying that my tears won't betray me. I'm so fragile when it comes to scolding and shouting. Even if i don't wanna cry. I become miserable in holding back my tears and now, its my class. I can't cry in front of them. I made a mental note. " Assignments ,huh! Girls like you don't do assignments at nights. So stop fabling and check all your cheap activities. Do you get to hear me miss?" And with a great bang he stopped. The bang startled me. It was the last stage of my taking in insult when I  finally broke down. With foaming rage and tears in my eyes, I looked up straight, directly to his eyes- "Mind your language sir. What are you tryna mean? When I have already said I was busy doing my study works, how could you question that and be so narrow minded being a lecturer in such a prestigious college." Enough with the humiliation. "If you think you are being supreme by forgetting your manners of how you should be talking to your teacher then let me remind you. Teaching filthy students like you isn't my preference. I'm just being proffesional and for you miss, if you don't like me or my class. You are free to leave any moment and I want you to leave my class right now. Get out miss Rivellina Thakur. Pack your things and leave without wasting a single second anymore. I have already wasted more than enough of my time on you. So please, do me this favour and move out on your own." And with a taunting note he finished abashing me. I didnt waste a single second to move out of the class. I literally ran out of the class with all belongings thrown inside my bag. I left his class with a red-hot face full of regret and disgrace.

God really plays good games, ah! With a good face like that, look at his character. If he wasn't been this asshole, no doubt I would have ended up having a crush on him but now, looking at him makes me feel like throwing up. Such a moron Mr Rajnind Chowdhury.

He looks like he belongs from a wealthy family. He has a dashing dressing sense and I won't deny he is kinda hot. Black suits him well and this aura speaks dominance. His voice is verile- heavy and to a point seducing. No I'm not drooling over him. I'm just grieving over how sad it is to have such a great body and face but still suck on nature. Its true a man like him, would be the fantacy man for each young or elder girls but definately not mine. For heaven's sake🤢. His personality, the way he presents himself, speaks power. Looking towards his appearence, I can say he is a perfectionalist and a gym freak. Though he looks around 30 to 31, he carries himself as a young fuck boy. His toned flawless skin, trimmed thin beard, pink lips, black silky neatly combed hair, is the absolute definition of manly handsomeness whereas his prominent adams apple, broad chest, mascular biceps, exercised legs explains the word Seduction. The collar bones nicely embraced his sharp jawlined face along with the decoration of his brown orbs, thin brows and long lashes.
Today is his second day in our collage and I can already say, most of our class's girls have already fallen for his charms.

Before Mr Chowdhury, we had our lovely professor Mrs Smriti Pradhan but she retired last year and in the begining of the final year, he joined as a lecturer. What I have heard of him till day is that, he is gonna complete his PhD. He is an intellect and strictly serious about his job. I knew he was kinda stern but to this point, it left me aghast.

Consumed in my own thoughts and talking to myself, in my damn head I began playing with a picece of paper beneath my feet. The corridor was silent and the only voices heard were of the proffesors taking their respective classes. This was a real fatass insult on my face. I know my classmates really enjoyed the drama which went inside a few mins ago. This will soon be the fresh gossip of the collage today and if anything in the world I hate the most, then it is the spot light on me and me being the center of a topic. Soon i have to experience judging eyes checkimg me out the hallways. Ah!😩 Being a bad tempered girl, I couldn't control my anger any longer. Burring the rage inside only brings the flames higher and higher.

"Fuck you sir" I cursed
"Sorry miss but you aint eligible for that. Try elsewhere" a masculine voice stroke my ears and my eyes buldged out in horror.

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