Karishma’s POV
I walked through the classroom as my students worked on their pieces. Though this is a beginners class you can always tell who has had previous experience and who hasn’t.
Riya’s steady hands and her technique, not to mention the liberty she takes to improvise, let me know she’s been doing this for quiet a while. However I see that Devansh sticks solely to what I’ve taught in class informing me that, that is all he knows.
Though I have enjoyed seeing his skills enhance during the course and I’m sure he’ll get even better before the semester ends.
I make my way back to my desk and see Kashish seated on a chair right beside mine.
“Hello Karry” she says in a playful tone.
“Kya tum yeh files arrange kar sakti ho?” I say as I hand her a stack of papers that were previously resting on the other side of the desk.
I don’t want to bother being cordial, if she’s going to work here it has to be solely professional.
I understand that Haseena wanted to help her old friend by not leaving her out of a job, but she’s not the one that’s going to have to work with her.
But what’s done is done and there’s no point in bickering about it now.
I’ll make sure Kashish never gets the wrong impression and I know that if I falter for even a second she’ll take it as an opening and I can’t let that happen.
She sighs and takes the papers to the filing cabinets towards the back of the classroom.
The truth is those were filed already but I took them out and mixed them up just so I could give her something to do.
She can’t exactly grade the art pieces because she has no knowledge of what’s right and wrong in them. It’s not like any of the other classes where I can give her a sheet with the answers to a test.
Due to her lack of knowledge in this department, she also can’t make a syllabus or help me plan my lessons for the semester, so for the next few months, until she finds something else, which I hope she does as soon as possible, Kashish will be unnecessarily filing papers and fetching my coffee.
Class ended sooner than expected and my students knew the routine. They took their pieces and put them to dry in the room towards the back while Kashish made her way to the front of the classroom with no papers in hand.
“Ho gya” she said happily
“Thik h” I said “Ab aap jaa sakti h”
I proceeded to turn to my computer to feign doing something important in hopes she would get the hint, but, of course, no such luck. She didn’t leave.
“Arey! Aise kaise. Maine toh kuch kiya hi nhi” she said
“Hume jitna kaam tumse karwana tha, utna humne tumhe bata diya aur utna tumne kar liya.” I defended.
She sighed “Karry suno” she started as I cringed at the nickname. “hume maaf kar do”
This made me stop typing gibberish into my computer and look up to meet the familiar pair of hazel eyes.
“Maaf kar dein, kis liye?” I asked.
“Jo bhi sab maine kiya” she continued “tumhare aur bro ke bich aane ka mera koi irada nhi tha. Main wakai nhi janti thi ki stum dono ka relationship itna serious h”
“Woh apki best friend thi. Aur humare jane se pehle hum 3 saal sath the. Aisa ho hi nhi sakta ki Haseena ne tumko nhi batayi yeh baat?”
For some reason I couldn’t believe Haseena didn’t tell her best friend about us for three years. I know she excluded my name but not the seriousness of the relationship.
“I’m sorry” was all she replied to my question.
I sighed “Dekhi, Haseena ne tumhare dost hone ka farz ada kiya. Aur tumhe yeh job mili unke wajah se jab tak tumko koi aur job nhi mil jati. Aur iske liye hume un par garv h. Hum bas itna chahte h ki tum jald se jald koi job dhundho jo tumhare layak ho. Tum itna toh kar hi sakti ho na?” I spat
I glanced around and noticed all of my students had filed out of the classroom and a part of me highly disliked the idea of being alone with Kashish.
“Hume samajh nhi aa rha ki tum mujhse itni naraz kyu ho jaise maine koi gunah kar diya ho?” she asked putting up her defenses
“Jo tumhe kiya h agar gunah nhi toh usse Kam bhi nhi h Kashish” I said trying my best not to raise my voice as I stood up from my desk “Woh tumhare best friend the. Tumne fir bhi unki girlfriend ke nazdeek jane ki koshish ki. Kya tumhe ab bhi lagta h ki tumne kuch galat nhi kiya?” I ask
For the first time ever, I look up into Kashish’s eyes and don’t see a hint of arrogance or flirtation. Instead I am greeted by sympathy and a soft shake of her head
“Agar tum yeh samajh rhi ho ki Haseena koi sadhu sant h toh yeh tumhari galat fehmi h Karishma” she said avoiding the use of her nickname for me.
Without another word she just took her stuff and exited the classroom.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
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