"When love strikes, nothing matters anymore."
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Four Families. Eight individuas. Four couples.
As individuals, they have their own identities. But as a couple, they are yet to find the way of life. And it can't be done without the involve...
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I have lost count of the times I tried to read the same sentence in the last five minutes. It's like I'm physically here, but mentally, I'm roaming in the dark clouds of pessimistic thoughs.
Something I'm very used to.
"Mr. Goyal?" I flinched at the loud voice of Mr. Shekhawat, my colleague, calling my name.
"Yes?" I asked composing myself. Then I looked around and realised that all the staff members were looking at me only.
"We have been calling your name since last, like five minutes or so. But you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear us. Everything alright?" Mrs. Jabar asked me with concern.
I shook my head and let out a small smile, "everything's alright. Thank you. I just....didn't get a nice sleep last night." With that, I dismissed the topic with another smile of mine.
Even thought none of them looked convinced, they didn't push me further. I changed the topic by asking why they were calling my name, and was hence saved by interrogation and judgement.
"Okay class, Silence!" The second these words left my mouth, I could hear a pin drop silence in my class.
I am not a teacher. Nor am I a professor, which I honestly want to be but I'm too young for that. In this University, they categorise me in 'the professor under training' category because of my age and experience.
I'm fine by that, as far as I get to teach my ways to some curious minds.
While scrutinizing the class of about a hundred students, my gaze finally fell on her.
The one who stood everyone else with her charisma.
I wasn't biased towards her as a professor. No, I'm not that of a bastard. But as a human and a man, she basically owns me. She rules my being and I love that. I am more than willing to be something, someone to her.
The only problem is, she don't see me that way.
"Today is a surprise test. And we are gonna call it a mental ability check because honestly, there's nothing to test in that piece of paper." I let out and most student (by most, I mean everyone except her) groan. Some slowly, some dramatically.
"Sir, no offence but if there's nothing to test in the test paper, then why are we going through it? For mental torture?" Another guy, I think his name is Saurabh or something, asked making a few people nod in support.
I pushed my sleeves up till my elbow before answering, "take it as you want, but this so called mental torture is what's gonna take you ahead in this degree." And with that, my gaze fell on him.
My sharp, hard, professional gaze. The one, which made him shiver and bow down.
"So hot." I heard a girl comment and turned my head from where the voice came. And I could actually see some of the girls staring, more like ogling me.
