Sameer was sitting on the first bench, keeping his entire attention on the front side where the professor was teaching them some important parts. He glanced at Ankita, who pouted, trying to convey that she isn't able to understand anything. He chortled and assured her through his eyes that he would explain to her everything after the class. She beamed, and whispered - "Just because of you I've started to sit on the first-row seat."
"Oh, why?" He asked her amusingly.
"So that you can explain to me the parts which I don't understand, and help me with confusing answers." Said Ankita with a sweet smile.
"Haha! Nice trick." Sameer replied.
"Yes, I know that too." She uttered, proudly.
"Lecture is about to end in ten minutes, how about we catch up outside for a tea?" Ankita suggested.
"Tea? Right now?" Sameer glanced at his wristwatch with a perplexed face.
"Main toh kisi bhi time pe chai pee sakti hoon." She said exuberantly.
"Excuse me, what are you guys talking about?" The professor noticed two of his students gossiping.
"Nothing sir, I was just explaining to her." Sameer lied.
"Explaining, what?" He asked curiously.
"Wahi jo aap sikha rahe hai," Sameer said with an innocent smile.
Professor reluctantly believed the young boy and told him - "Next time if you guys have any doubts or questions. Do ask me, don't start gossiping amongst each other."
"Jab doubt poochte hai tab aaj tak kab jawab diya hai." One of the boys from the third-row seat murmured grumpily.
"Jawab toh chod, ulta sau baatein sunayi woh alag...tum logo ka dhyan kaha hota hai jab class chal rahi hoti hai. Arey bhai ek insaan pure 2 ghante kaise concentrate kar payega?" Another guy spoke with annoyance marring his face, and The professor was staring at them only with a solemn expression. He signaled everyone to keep quiet and let the youngsters share their sorrows.
After a few seconds when both the boys didn't hear a word from anyone. They quickly looked at the professor and gulped down nervously as they understood he had caught them talking in the ongoing class.
"Please continue." The professor said sarcastically.
"Sorry, sir." Anshuman, the first boy said in a low voice.
"Arey sorry kyu bol rahe ho beta, tum dono toh apna dukh baant rahe the na...it's a very good thing. Dukh share karne se sukoon milta hai." The professor replied to them with a saccharine smile, and the last sentence which he spoke reminded Sameer of the pretty-girl. He told her the same thing when she was upset about fighting with her best friend.
"Haina?" Satvik beamed, not comprehending that the old man was taunting them.
"Yes! Do one thing...thode se yahan aao." He said with a sweet smile.
"Kyu Sir?" Anshuman asked shakily.
"Pehle aao." The professor uttered, softly.
Both the young boys came forward with wobbling legs, and the professor gave a wide smile, and said patiently - "woh door dikh raha hai? Waha se tum dono chup chap bina mujhe pleading kiye nikal jao...fir jitna dukh dard takleef share karni hai kar lena. Ok? Now go."
"Sir, sorry, we really didn't mean to talk." Satvik started to beg.
"Please go out." The old man said in a low, stern voice.
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FanfictionSameer Raut - A person surrounded by the walls of insecurities, and his temper is truly unbearable. He is a bad boy. But no one has ever met a real Sameer concealed inside him, everyone so far has judged him for his discourteous behavior. His yearni...
