No! HE IS MY TEACHER ~* ShaKhi FanFiction

Part 5

Anokhi's POV

Babli di entered my room with a tray of food, as I laid engrossed in the new notes that I was making for Shaurya sir. It was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. Saying all those things in a zest was one thing but making notes for the prof was another. Sitting up, I allowed di to place the tray in front of me. She stroked my hair.

"Kaisi hai meri bacchi aaj? Anokhi pen ko muh se nikalo. Bohot bad habit hai yeh..."

She pulled the pen away from my mouth. I looked up making a cute pout at her. She liked it and pinched my cheeks.

"Aaj kuch accha hi mood mein lag rahi hai Nikki? Salary mila hai kya?"

She was referring to the peanuts I received at the end of each month in the name of salary from the cafe. No that couldn't be the reason for my happiness. I grinned at her.

"Shaurya sir ne mujhe unke liye notes banane ko kaha hai di."

"Shaurya sir ne? Par uski to tere saath banti nhi thi na?"

Di arched her brows, curious. I knew that she would be. But I was careful not to tell her about that accident.

"Haan banti to nhi thi. But fir bhi usne kahan. Lagta hai woh notice karne lage hai mujhe at last."

I grinned wider, not being able to contain my happiness.

"Notice karne lage hai? Matlab?" Babli di sat down, looking at me intently with her pretty eyes.

"Matlb unko bhi pata chal rahi hai that I am one of the best of his students. Meri intellect, knowledge, thought process jo bki teachers itne admire karte hai woh Shaurya sir bhi notice karne lage hai..."

"Ohh!" Babli di seemed satisfied and nodded her head. Then she placed her hand on my cheek, "Mera baccha hai hi itni talented aur studious. Kaise na dikhayi deta unko. Chal aab tu khana kha le. Aur zyaada der tak jaagna nhi. Tabiyat kharab ho jayegi teri."

"Haan di.." I gave her a flying kiss as she left the room and returned to my notes. Just a few more minutes. Then I decided that I will have my food.

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Shaurya's POV

"Maa please!" I controlled my temper so that I don't shout at my mother over the phone, "Aap baar baar ek hi baat kyun dohrati rehti hai? Aapko pata hai main uski baaton se kitna uncomfortable ho jata hu. Fir kyu?"

My mother had all her emotions buckled up for release like always, "Shaurya, beta, Sameer ke bare mein to soch. Aisa kabtak chalega? Us bacche ki kya galti hai? Tu har mahine usko apni school se chutti dilwakar humara paas bhej deta hai 7-8 din ke liye. Jab woh tere saath rehta hai, tu kaam mein busy rehta hai. Ek 6 saal ka baccha kitna sahega ye sab? Usko is time sabse zyaada apni parents ki zaroorat hoti hai. Yahan aake kitna khush rehta hai woh. Par wahan? Tujhe lagta hai ki woh wahan khush hai?"

"To aab aap yeh jehna chahti ho ki mera beta mere saath khush nhi hai," I tried not to shout, "Wah maa, apni baat manwane ke liye aap mujhe chot pahuchane ke liye bhi katrayi nahi. Aapko andaaza bhi hai main uske liye kya kya karta hu? Apni life ko track pe lane ke liye maine kya kya kiya hai? Aapne kaise bol diya ki Sameer mere saath khush nahi hai?"

"Kyunki.....kyunki....." Devi Saberwal hesitated for a few moments before speaking, "Woh yahan se jaana hi nhi chahta. Bohot rota hai. Maine tumhe ye baat kbhi boli nhi kyunki beta main tumhe dukh nhi dena chahti. Lekin tere papa ne mujhse kahaan ki tujhe ye baat pata honi chahiye..."

Now this was news for me. My son, who I was missing terribly for the last 3 days, didn't even want to return to me. And he had this feeling everytime he went to Ludhiana to meet his grandparents. I sent him there so that my mom and dad did not feel that I had cut them off. So that Sam could have the attention he deserved for at least 8 days in a month. I had even made this arrangement with his school principal and convinced him about the attendance issues that may arise by submitting a written note from a child counsellor. And now I got to learn that my son didn't even miss me. He was happier not to be with me.