Love Me

22

Roshni was sitting on the last bench today. As always, Daksh's fangirls had rushed to occupy the front benches, but she didn't mind. From the back, she had the perfect stage to tease him.

Her mischievous eyes followed him as she winked dramatically, blew flying kisses, and even made hearts with her fingers. Every little antic was designed to distract him, and it was working.

"Class, solve this question yourself," Daksh said, setting the chalk down after writing on the board. He was trying hard not to look at her, but when Roshni suddenly coughed, his eyes betrayed him and flicked toward her.

She smirked and gave him another flying kiss. A wink. Then, with exaggerated drama, she pretended to open the top button of her shirt. Stopping it she looks down at her notebook and makes a heart on a sheet and shows it to Daksh with a smirk.

Daksh's jaw tightened.

"Is she here to study or to make heart shapes in her register? And what's with her button, wait I'll give her some peace of mind," he thought grimly.

"Last bench student, come and solve this question," he ordered, pointing directly at Roshni.

Her mischievous smile instantly vanished. "I don't even know what he taught. Then how am I supposed to write the answer?" she thought miserably while dragging her feet to the board.

"Solve it," he said, handing her the marker.

"From which topic have you been given the question?" she whispered to him, hoping for mercy.

Daksh only lifted the scale in his hand.

"At least tell me, right? Then I can try..." she begged softly, but he didn't move.

"Madam, do it. Otherwise you're just adding to your punishments." His tone was sharp.

"Yeah, daddy," she mumbled under her breath, staring dumbfounded at the question. She barely managed to write a single word when the bell rang. Relief flooded her face as she did a happy dance in her mind.

"Everyone leave but miss, you first solve it," Daksh said, stopping her escape.

She huffed, glaring at the board as the last of the students filed out.

"Miss, what were you doing when I was teaching?" His voice turned stern.

"Of course, trying to be romantic with a hopelessly unromantic person," she muttered.

Smack! She jumped when the scale touched her hips with a little force.

"Are you mad? And why do you even have a scale? Psycho! I've never seen a single teacher here with a scale except you," she cried, rubbing her back.

"Madam, stop overacting. You're wearing jeans. And the others also have scales they just don't have any naughty students to use them on. I'm also going to use it tonight, so a little practice won't hurt. Now solve it." He said in a cool tone as if he hadn't just given her a mini heart attack.

"You know I don't know! I don't even know the topic name!" she complained, only to feel the scale lightly tap on her hips again.

"Don't use it! It's hurting! I'm going I don't only have your class." She tried to leave, but he stepped forward.

"But you have my class last. When I was teaching, you were busy flirting. Now you can't solve it. What do you want? That I should teach you at home again? That I'll do even if you would listen here," he scolded.

"I'm sorry, sir. Can I go home? I'm a little hungry, and as per my Daksh-rule, I also have to drink my milk. So can I leave?"

"How will you drink your own milk? You don't even have it now." His lips curved into the faintest smirk.

She blinked, confused, then realization dawned. Her cheeks flushed as she smacked the marker against his head.

"Seems like I have to inform your guardian, since you're using violence on your teacher." He leaned dangerously close, his lips inches from hers.

"No kiss, professor it's forbidden!" she said quickly, crossing her arms into a big X.

"Go home. And before leaving, eat something from the canteen. Don't skip food at home either," he said firmly.

Roshni snatched her bag and bolted out of the classroom, but peeked back in once. "By the way, I like the last bench the most," she chirped, before running away again before he could stop her.

Daksh exhaled deeply, running his fingers through his hair. "Prepare yourself. You have to be strict tonight. Don't fall for her smile or tears otherwise she won't think twice before doing something dangerous again."

DAKSH'S P.O.V

By evening, when I reached home, I found Roshni curled up on the couch, watching TV. She was wearing a long T-shirt and only that. My brows drew together.

"Roshni," I called softly.

She turned her face slightly. "You came. Go fresh up. Aunty told me she was going home since it's her baby's birthday, so I gave her cake and some money." She paused her drama to talk, her voice casual, as if nothing was unusual.

"I'll bring lemon juice. You sit here." She stood up to head to the kitchen, but I stopped her.

"Don't make anything. Just give me water."

"It won't even take five minutes. Wait here," she insisted, disappearing into the kitchen and returning in a few minutes.

My eyes scanned her again. "How are you in just a T-shirt?"

"Actually, you always told me to wear comfortable and loose clothes. So that's why I'm wearing it. Moreover, you were angry-so I needed to impress you by following your orders." She fiddled nervously with the hem of her T-shirt.

"Nothing will work, ma'am. I'm going to freshen up. I want you in my room fast."

Her lips parted. "Wait... why don't you freshen up, relax, and then we'll have dinner?" Her voice was shaky, almost pleading.

"Are you scared? Good. You should've been scared when you were sneaking bike keys." My tone hardened as I walked toward my room. "I want you in my room." I said loud enough for her to hear.

She sank back onto the couch, biting her nails furiously.

"I won't come," she muttered to herself, her voice just a little too loud. "Punish yourself if you want, or punish your fangirls. I'm not excited for it like them."

The only fangirl I have is my Roshni no one else. I don't give a damn about them and what they thought and me. They are just my students unlike Roshni.