Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, this story unfolds a unique and unconventional tale.
"I see her every day in school, and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sits on the fourth bench of the...
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Dharini's POV
"Allow me to take you home," he stated, rather than inquiring.
"Um, no... I mean, there's no need, sir. My house isn't far," I stammered.
"I understand, but I insist on giving you a ride," he replied, leaving no room for debate.
I swiftly took a seat on his bike, feeling awkward. I was used to sitting with my legs astride my father's scooter, but being in my uniform, I couldn't sit that way.
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As we left the school, we encountered a large speed breaker. I often stumbled because of it and now, even on the bike, I almost fell.
"You can rely on me, Dharini. I won't let you fall," he assured.
How should I hold on? Encircle my arms around his waist? No, that would be awkward.
"You can put your hand on my shoulder," he suggested with a chuckle.
Embarrassed, I placed my right hand on his right shoulder.
Oh no! I completely forgot that Papa is home today. What will they say when they see I didn't come with Drishu but with my teacher?
"Uh, sir, please drop me at the entrance of my colony. I'll go from there," I pleaded silently for him not to ask why.
"Why?" he asked.
"Word of mouth spreads quickly here. People will talk badly about us," I explained, though 'us' sounded nice.
"Dharini, we are engaged. Let them talk. I don't care what people say. 'Kuch to log kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna,'" he sang the last line beautifully. (People will say something, it's their job to say)
"Dharini, we have arrived," he said.
I was so mesmerized by his voice that I didn't notice when he crossed the colony's entrance and stopped in front of my house.
"Uh, thank you, sir," I stammered, jumping off the bike.
"Oh, Anav ji!" Mumma came out, surprised but not angry.
"Please come in," she invited him.
Before he could respond, Mumma asked, "Rini, why didn't you invite him in?"
I didn't know I was supposed to.
"Actually, I wanted to meet Uncle," he said.
Why? Is he going to tell Papa about what happened?
"Papa must be at work," I quickly said.
"No, he's home today, Rini. Didn't he tell you this morning?" Mumma added, embarrassing me further.
