The first time they met;
He was her physics teacher & She was his student.
During the two years in higher secondary, they never had a close conversation. But something happened on the last day of final exam in second year. Those minutes they spent t...
"Take out your physics notebook." His steady and manly voice startled the students who were absent minded. He walked towards the blackboard and erased the notes written previously with the duster. He was the other teacher in charge of physics. Some students was already scratching their head. 'Physics again? Seriously...!!'
Deepa looked at the man's figure only to feel inexplicably familiar. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The black belt around his waist was shining and it was an unavoidable highlight in his styling. He has a well proportional facial features and has a slightly brownish skin. The gold rimmed glass was extremely stylish for him. It is just that he don't look like a young man. Expecially, those majority white hairs on his head....
Suddenly, his figure overlapped with the 'old parent' she saw half a month ago. Perfect match!
Deepa was impressed by his appearance. A well dressing and stylish is very important in getting and giving positive energy. Although this teacher is old, he is quite a dapper.
As the lesson continued Deepa felt so much relaxed and she understood his class better, because he wrote everything he said on the blackboard. It was much easy for her to get the concept. At this time, Deepa didn't know that only she liked his class. Others were deeply suppressed by his aura and everything he said was heard by one ear and went out through the other...
The teacher was looking at his students and earnestly explaining the complex theories in the simplest way. He was not maintaining a serious face, but smiling and looking gentle. If someone focused on the class, one can easily comprehend everything he said. Deepa was listening carefully. When she listens to something that is very interesting to her, all the other things became invisible to her. All her attention will be on one thing, just like now, she is looking into his eyes and is very focused.
At some point, both of their line of vision was crossed together, and the world around them instantly stood far away from them. It was momentary, so even they themselves didn't realised it. As the teacher walked around the class when the students were writing notes, he passed by Deepa too.
She was sitting first by the aisle and when he reached near her, the distance between them was less than a feet. The moment he passed by her, there was a sudden temperature change around them. Deepa trembled when she felt the cold breeze surrounded her. She was disturbed by the sudden change. She looked outside through the window. It wasn't raining...
"Deepa, what happened?" Jasmine asked when she noticed that Deepa was looking outside.
"It's was too cold just now. I was wondering why..." Deepa said in low voice.
"What cold!? The temperature is normal and it is above 25°C!" Jasmine said and went on with her work. She just thought that Deepa was joking.
Deepa was surprised, and thought, 'Maybe I got it wrong...'
The bone chilling coldness only lasted for a few seconds and disappeared without a trace. So Deepa finally believed that it might be some psychological reaction because of her exhausted mind.
After taking a few steps after walked past by Deepa, Anil sir was standing at the end of the classroom. He raised his hands and his gaze was fixed on his fingertips which was slightly red from the cold. The chill from his fingertips passed throughout his body and finally touched his heart. Unexpectedly, instead of shivering his heart was warm.
Anil quickly shook away the ridiculous feel and thought, 'I might be out of mind to feel freezing cold in this hot temperature.'
In the large classroom, the teacher observed his new students silently. He looked indifferent and his eyes were deep without any emotions. In just one look, it was clear that he was different from the ordinary teachers. His world is, at the same time, similar and different from others and is well reserved.
Among more than sixty students, one girl was sitting on the third last bench and is immersed in her own world. Her lips were tightly pursed, and eyes were focused on her book. Her one hand supported her chin, while the other held a pen. The tip of the pen rhythmically tapped on the bench and the light tapping sound helped her to focus more.
Two different strangers with different views and thoughts stood in the same room, surrounded by tens of people. There was not even a second look between them. They don't even know their names each other, and don't have anything in common. They were immersed in their own duties and didn't care about anything else.
But it this time, they didn't expect that their fate has already crossed together and tied an inseparable knot of destiny for them.
Destined to meet and Fated to tangle together...
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