Samaira's pov
I told Meera to go and call aunty so we could all enjoy the cake together. She nodded and went to call aunty.
As I sliced the cake and started serving it, I couldn't resist snapping some pics of the delicious treat. I got a little carried away with it, snapping away for about 5 minutes. But then I noticed Meera and aunty finally making their way downstairs.
"Why did it take so long?" I asked, with a slight frown on my face.
Meera explained, "Kuch nahi, bas maine socha ki bhai ko bhi bulalu."
(Nothing, I just thought of inviting my brother too.)"Ohh, I see," I replied and saw Rudra coming downstairs, using his mobile with his right hand and his left hand in his trouser pocket. He was looking quite attractive, to be honest.
"What the hell are you thinking, Samaira?" I thought to myself.
He came and sat in front of me, putting his mobile aside and started eating.
"How's the cake, Bhai?" Meera asked him.
I looked up but quickly looked away as I could feel his intense gaze.
"Good," he replied, still looking at me with that intense stare.
"I knew you would love it because she makes the most delicious cakes," Meera said, starting her rant. If she starts, she won't stop.
"Samaira, after we eat, let's watch a movie. What do you say?" she asked, or more like ordered me.
"Agar main mana karungi toh tu maan jayegi?" I asked.
(If I say no, will you agree?)"No," she giggled. "Let's eat it while watching the movie."
"Okay," we went to her room and started watching the movie. After the movie ended, I headed back home.
Time skipped
I was heading to school, enjoying the beautiful weather. As I entered the staff room, I greeted my colleagues and collected the necessary materials. Then, I went straight to the classroom and started teaching.
I said to the students, "Today, we will write A-D, and we can cover the rest later, okay?"
They all replied together, "Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, let's get started," I said as I picked up the chalk from the desk. I wrote A on the board and instructed the students to write it as well. I walked towards them to help anyone who needed assistance.
Then I saw one student who was struggling, I said, "No worries, beta. Let me show you how to write it." I held his hand and demonstrated the proper technique.
Afterward, I asked him, "Did you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied softly.
"Don't be scared, you can always ask me for help, okay?" I reassured him, ruffling his hair. Then, I stood up and supervised the other students.
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His Arranged Wife (ON HOLD)
Short Story(ON HOLD) " A sweet and kind-hearted girl who gets arranged to a man known for being distant and cold. As they start their life together, Samaira's warm and caring nature begins to thaw Rudra's icy personality. They face challenges along the way, b...