𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀~
A 30-year-old accountancy professor known for his cold and unapproachable demeanor. His sharp intellect and no-nonsense attitude command respect in the classroom, where his presence alone is enough to maintain order. He...
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Sitting inside my washroom, I was glancing at the mirror in front of me. I don't know why, but I feel like crying. What was my fault to get the punishment? Why does everyone misunderstand me? Am I that bad? I glanced at my reflection for a while. Taking a deep breath, I consoled myself by not letting a single tear fall from my face. My attention went to the door as someone knocked.
"Chiku, are you there? Come quickly. Mumma is calling you for dinner."
"I am coming," I replied.
Ten minutes later, I went outside. The three of us sat around our small dining table and enjoyed our meal. None of us said anything as my mother doesn't like talking while eating. After having our food, I kept the utensils in the kitchen and Vani di washed them.
Right now, I was sitting inside my bedroom making some notes after submitting my online work. I work as a freelancer on an online platform to earn for myself. I don't want to pressure di over everything. My whole focus was on notes by now. It was his first day, and yet he gave this much work. Ugh, I finished my assignment with difficulty and now I have to make these notes. But I would make them, otherwise, it will give him one more reason to taunt me.
I sighed, trying to shake off the frustration. The memory of the morning incident replayed in my mind. I couldn't believe how unfair it was. I was just standing up for what was right. Vikram and his friends had been bullying the juniors, and I couldn't just watch and do nothing. And yet, I was the one who got punished.
"Focus, Saranya," I muttered to myself, trying to redirect my thoughts to the task at hand. I needed to stay on top of my studies, no matter how hard it got.
Hours passed as I worked diligently on my notes, the silence of the night enveloping me. The occasional chirping of crickets outside my window was the only sound breaking the stillness. I was determined to prove myself, not just to that new professor, but to everyone who doubted me. I might be misunderstood, but I knew my worth.
As the clock struck midnight, I finally put my pen down and stretched my aching muscles. My notes were complete, and I felt a small sense of accomplishment. Maybe things weren't perfect, but I was doing my best. And that had to count for something.
