LOVE CURRICULUM : A Professional Affair

| PROLOGUE |

She was looking at every single gift and tagline as we stood at our school function. She was making sure everything was in order. Her saree, the way she walks, the way she smiles, the way she crunches her nose when she doesn’t like something, the way she talks—it all captivated me.

I don’t know what’s happening to me, but she has my whole attention.

The school had organized a farewell for our students, and it was a grand event. Mishti and I were assigned the duty of coordinating which awards would be given to which students. She was now writing something on her tablet, her hair cascading down from her shoulder to her waist. Two strands of hair fell over her face, and she pushed them back irritably. She was talking to the guard uncle, probably informing him about something.

This woman is doing something to me.

Marjaniye , keda kala jadu Karta  tu mere te . M ta Teri Ada te fidaa hogya

( Marjaniye, what kind of black magic are you casting on me? I am completely mesmerized by your every move. )

Her presence is all-consuming. Every smile, every little gesture, every flick of her hair—it all draws me in. Her focus and dedication to her work only add to her charm. Here she is, orchestrating the entire function with such grace and precision, while I stand mesmerized by the smallest details of her being.

This woman, this enchanting woman, has me spellbound.

I was lost in my own world—sorry, in her—when she snapped her fingers in front of me. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Haan—haanji, Mishti, kya hua?"

"Abir, kahaan kho gaye?"

I wanted to say, "Aap mein," but controlled it. I didn’t want to scare her, right?

"Nahi, kahi nahi. Aap batao, kya hua?"

"Hua kuch nahi. Chalo, aap yeh sab leke jana hai auditorium mein," she said, pointing towards the baskets filled with gifts and tagged awards.

"Aap chalo ji, main leke aata hoon."

"Ji thik hai, ke aayo aap," she replied with a nod.

I watched her walk away, the grace in her movements and the dedication in her actions drawing me back into my thoughts. I quickly gathered the baskets, eager to follow her to the auditorium.

I was following her , when peon uncle called me from behind .

I quickly muttered
" Mai chalaan apni madam de peeche tussi vekhlo hun "
( I'm going with my madam , you see it by yourself now ) 

I followed her, and as we settled everything backstage, she looked at me and said, "Abir, aap theek ho? Aap thode different lag rahe ho."

"Hanji, main bilkul vadiya. Bas ek chij da ehsaas ho gaya si."

"Acha," she chuckled. And damn, her laugh. Madam had me at her knees now.

"Chalein? Ab hamara kaam ho gaya."

"Hanji, bilkul. Jivein tussi kaho," I said, watching her shake her head at me with a smile.

"Abir, you sure aapki tabiyat theek hai? Aap thoda different behave kar rahe ho," she said, turning back to face me and standing by my side.

"Nahi, I'm bilkul fine, Mishti."

"Sure? You know we can go to the medical room."

"Nahi, nahi, I'm bilkul theek."

"Chalein ab," she said, nodding at me.

We made our way to the seats allotted to us. My heart was racing, and I couldn't help but feel elated being close to her. Every interaction with Mishti felt like a precious moment, and I was savoring every bit of it.

It was almost 5 in the evening, and all the students were dancing in the school ground, enjoying their last moments as the school had set up music speakers for them.

I stood with my male colleagues, but my eyes were still on her. I don’t know what magic she did today.

Pata nahi ki ho raha menu.

She was standing in the corner, her eyes holding a smile as she looked at everyone. She doesn’t interact much. Soon enough, students went to her and pulled her to dance with them. She was dancing freely with them, and many teachers joined in too.

After about ten minutes, she came back from the crowd and stood in her corner again. Her smile was even more radiant, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I watched her as she caught her breath, still smiling, her hair slightly tousled from the dancing.

She exudes a joy that’s infectious, and seeing her like this makes my heart race. The way she blends in with the students, the way she brings joy to those around her—she’s simply mesmerizing. And here I am, completely captivated by her presence.

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We settled into the car as Mishti climbed beside me in the passenger seat . She placed her phone in the dashboard corner, and soon enough, I handed her a rubber band to tie her hair as she was looking for it. She smiled at me shyly, looked down, and tied her hair.

I started the car, and suddenly, it began to rain. Looks like Bhagwaan ji bhi khush hain. She was on her phone and suddenly chuckled, muttering, "Bache abhi ghar puche nahi hain lekin stories pehle hi lag gayi hain."

I chuckled and said, "Teenagers."

She nodded her head and laughed. Haaye! Her laughter was music to my ears.

"Abir, gaadi rok lete hain na? Bohot baarish ho rahi hai," she said while looking outside. Is she scared? I parked the car, and she looked at me with a smile on her face.

"We haven't taken a picture. Let's take one, hmm?"

"Haanji, bilkul."

She scooted closer to me, and I did the same. She smiled and clicked our picture. She realized our closeness and backed down, looking at me while I looked at her. I took her hand in mine and gently kissed her knuckles. She blushed at my action, and I chuckled.

"Chalein ab ghar, madam?"

"Ji."

I drove the car with my left hand, still holding her knuckles. I smiled when she tightened her grip and looked outside. She's probably scared because of the weather. I glanced at her, her delicate features always delighting me—her cheeks, the way her eyelashes flutter.

She's everything I want in my life♡⁠

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~ AUTHOR T