Mr. Professor

Chapter 4

By the time she got ready for her college abhi was no where to be found. She assumed he might've gone to another shopping fest. She skipped her breakfast. Picked one smoothie from the refrigerator, checked her appearance on the mirror, took her phone & left for college.

She was running late. The tardy bell rang 10 minutes before itself. She has to check her schedule from the B.com common hall. She checked her classroom number & period schedule. First hour was history. The fuck! She couldn't believe today first hour itself is History. History is an allied paper for B.com students. She has no interest in history. But comparing to "Tourism management & marketing" at least she can write stories here. So took it. But first period itself is too much.

"That bitch Akshati didn't even mind to call me to check on me! Will give her some piece of mind" she thought to herself & jogged towards her classroom.

Pragya's view:

Yah this classroom only. I checked the number twice for the confirmation. I peeked through the classroom window & saw everyone was keenly listening to the class. Sir was writing something on the board. This sir seems to be a serious type. Serious kind of teacher for a paper she has no interest in. "That's it! This is the end of Pragya Arora". I thought & knocked the door of the classroom. The door was opened. Everyone was curious to see who was it. Feeling everyone's eyes I felt little jittery. Then only I noticed who was standing there.

Abhi! Abhishek Prem Mehra is my History professor? My eyes widened in realisation.

Out of all the people it's abhi!!!! Noooooo! Is it a nightmare?! He was standing right infront of me. So I'm not dreaming. His clothing seemed to be too normal. Not branded ones. But his watch was the same. He properly groomed himself. That not overgrown beard. His hair was properly fixed with Gel. His ear piercing was still there. Not guitar ones. But simple black studs. His face is contorted into something like confusion. Same as mine. He seemed like waiting for me to speak. Before I think properly I blurted out.

"Abhi" I started. But I noticed his expressions changed quickly. His brows raised. He crossed his arms staring daggers at me.

"Ah! Well! Hello sir" I tried another proper greeting.

He shifted his weight to his right leg still standing his arms crossed showed he's not buying that too. I stood there for some couple of seconds. Now I'm waiting for him to speak up. Please "annoying Mehra" end this awkward moment asap. I sent a silent prayer.

"This is B.com second year. So if you've history as an elective paper you can go inside. Otherwise leave" he said sternly.

"Yep abhi!" Ooppsssssssiee!! "haan sir! I'm b.com second year only. Please let me in" I pressed the word 'please' gritting my teeth. It sounded like begging for me. He's doing too much.

"Okay! Come in. But you've detention for coming late. Meet me at my room after class" he said & strutted towards the podium without waiting for my reply.

Why the Fuck I've detention? I wanted to scream. I looked through the students. Where's this bitch Akshati. She raised her one hand signaling me towards her. I will handle this bitch later. I don't want to sit with her now. She will attack me with her stupid questions. I'm Fucking not in a mood to answer anyone now. I moved towards the last bench & sat with Nikhil. Nikhil is a hi-bye type of friend. That's what I wanted for this period. I sat & silently threw a smile on Nikhil. Nikhil widely smiled showing all 32 teeth of him. I'm already aware that he has crush on me. Uffff! Who won't? I'm sexy to be honest. I sat & took my notebook to take notes. I looked at Abhi. He was looking at.....me? When I looked back right into his eyes he averted his gaze. Throughout the class he looked everywhere but me. Maybe it was because he got embarrassed that I caught him red handed. As I already mentioned I've no interest in history. I was already deprived of sleep. Now felt sleepy. And I slept off on the desk itself. After a couple of minutes my desk was softly knocked. I woke up with sleepy eyes. When my vision cleared I saw Abhi was standing infront of me. His face was stern.
"Pragya if you don't like my class don't come hereafter. You've detention for tomorrow too for sleeping in my class. At least be in time for detention" saying this he strutted towards the podium once again.

The actual fuq!!!!!!!!!

I tried to stay awake for the rest of the class. Then only I noticed one interesting thing. His ass! Omfg! He has a nice ass. My eyes widened realizing what I just thought of Abhi whom I've no chance with. But he looks painfully attractive. Is it my fault? Not really!
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Thank you - divya:)