𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Chapter-3 New Professor

Amie

I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. Another day, another annoying alarm. I dragged myself to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and showered. I put on my favorite pink chikankari kurta and blue jeans, dreading the day ahead. College was so not my thing.

As I opened the door, Mahir emerged from his room, looking dashing in his formal brown shirt and black pants. "Good morning," he said, flashing me a smile. I returned the greeting, trying to play it cool.

We headed downstairs, where our parents were waiting in the kitchen. "Good morning, Mumma, Good morning, Aunty," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. Mahir echoed my greeting, and we sat down to a delicious breakfast.

As we ate, Mahir asked me which university I attended. I told him, and he smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I wondered why he was asking, but didn't push the issue.

After breakfast, we parted ways - me to college, him to his new job. I couldn't believe he was starting work on the same day I was heading back to classes.

As I walked into campus, I spotted my best friend Amna waiting for me at the gate. We exchanged greetings, and she teased me about being late.

"Bitch! Can't you come on time" she said. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, eager to tell her about Mahir's return.

"I went to tell you something" i said with a grin.

But before I could say anything, she started gushing about our new professor. "Later later! You know our new professor?"

I shook my head in no.
"He's so handsome, young, Amie! You have to see him to believe it."

"Oh?"

But as we entered the classroom, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. And then, I saw him. Standing at the front of the room, introducing himself as our new professor.

My eyes widened, my heart raced, and my mind went blank. It was Mahir, looking more handsome than ever in his professorial attire.

I stood there, frozen, as Mahir introduced himself as our new professor. My mind raced with questions - why didn't he tell me earlier? Why did he keep it a secret? I felt like I was dreaming, like this was some kind of crazy joke.

But as the lecture ended and the girls started fawning over him, I snapped back to reality.

"He is too young to be a professor!"

"He's so hot!"

I was irritated, to say the least. Who did he think he was, anyway?

I barely contained my frustration until I met up with Amna in the canteen. "Our new professor is mahir" I blurted out, still trying to process the news.

Amna's eyes widened in shock. "What? Seriously? So you knew it already?"

"No"

"He didn't tell you?"

I shook my head, feeling a mix of emotions. "No, he didn't. And I have no idea why."

I walked with Amna towards the football ground, our bubble tea in hand. The sun was shining, and the sound of laughter and cheering filled the air. We found a spot on the sidelines and sat down, watching the game unfold.

Amna turned to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, what's going on with Mahir?"

I sighed, feeling a flutter in my chest. "I don't know, Amna. He just gets me so flustered. I can't even talk to him without stumbling over my words."

Amna giggled. "That's so cute! You're totally crushing on him."

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. "I am not. I just... appreciate his good looks, that's all."

Amna raised an eyebrow. "Appreciate his good looks? Girl, you're totally gone for him. And it's adorable."

I blushed, feeling my face heat up. "Shut up, Amna. It's not like that."

But Amna just laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "I'm just teasing you, Amie."

"I can't even talk to him without feeling like a total idiot."

Amna put a hand on my arm, her expression sympathetic. "Hey, it's okay. Just be yourself, and don't worry about it too much. He's just a guy, after all."

I smiled.

We sat there for a while, watching the game and chatting about everything and nothing. But my mind kept wandering back to Mahir, and how he made me feel like a total mess.

"I hate it! you saw how girls were drooling over him," I huffed, feeling a surge of annoyance.

Amna chuckled. "Are you jealous, Amie?"

I quickly denied it. "No, I'm not! I just don't like how everyone's so obsessed with him."

Amna raised an eyebrow. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

We were blabbering away when suddenly we heard a loud clap and cheer. We both turned to look and gasped in unison.

Mahir was walking by, and the ball had rolled near him. The boys were all pleading with him to play just one game, but he was refusing.

Some girls were behind him, drooling over him and started pleading him too. "Please, Professor Mahir, just one game!" they chimed in unison.

He finally agreed, and as he rolled up his sleeves, every girl within sight let out a collective swoon. His veiny hands were like a work of art, and I couldn't help but notice too.

But I quickly snapped out of it, feeling embarrassed. I made a duh face, trying to play it cool, but Mahir noticed me suddenly and waved at me, smiling.

Everyone looked at me, and I waved back, feeling stressed. The girls around us started whispering, "Why did he wave at her?"

"They know each other personally or what?"

Amna was teasing me, "He waved at you only, Amie!"

I rolled my eyes, feeling my face heat up. "Shut up, Amna. It's nothing."

But deep down, I was feeling a flutter in my chest.

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