Hidden Wedding |18+|

3.Professor Akdu

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Chapter Published on 4/7/2024

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As the break was nearing its end, Dhrisha strolled towards the classroom, a bottle of Frooti in her hand. Meanwhile, Shriyansh was also heading to class, clutching papers for an important trip announcement. Both were lost in their own thoughts, unaware of the impending collision.

Suddenly, Shanaya called out to Dhrisha from behind. Dhrisha turned, still walking, her attention diverted. At the same moment, Shriyansh rounded the corner, his focus on arranging the papers in his hand.

The inevitable happened. They collided with force, the Frooti exploding over Shriyansh's shirt and the papers scattering across the floor, now soaked in the sticky mango drink.

Shriyansh's face turned a shade of red that rivaled the stains on his shirt. "Aafat ki pudiya!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the corridor. "Tumne phir meri shirt kharab kardi. Aur papers bhi!"

(English Translation: "You walking disaster! You've ruined my shirt again. And the papers too!")

Dhrisha, taken aback by the collision and his outburst, mumbled, "Sorry, Professor."

Shriyansh's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Sorry? SORRY? Yeh sorry se kaam nahi chalega, Ms. Verma. Yeh koi pehli baar nahi hua hai. Tumhe kya lagta hai, yeh sab chalta rahega?"

(English Translation: "Sorry? SORRY won't cut it, Ms. Verma. This isn't the first time. Do you think this can keep happening?")

Dhrisha, trying to maintain her composure, replied, "Maine jaan ke nahi kiya. Aap itne gussa kyun ho rahe hain?"

(English Translation: "I didn't do it on purpose. Why are you getting so angry?")

Shriyansh's voice rose even higher, attracting the attention of nearby students. "Gussa na houn? Meri shirt barbaad, important papers kharaab, aur tum pooch rahi ho main gussa kyun hoon? Tumhe lagta hai yeh sab mazaak hai?"

(English Translation: "Why am I angry? My shirt is ruined, important papers are destroyed, and you're asking why I'm angry? Do you think this is all a joke?")

Dhrisha, feeling a mix of guilt and defensiveness, retorted, "Maine kaha na, galti se hua. Aap itna overreact kyun kar rahe hain?"

(English Translation: "I said it was an accident. Why are you overreacting so much?")

Shriyansh, his patience wearing thin, snapped, "Overreact? Tumhe pata hai in papers mein kya tha? Trip ka poora plan tha, jo ab dobara banana padega. Aur meri shirt... yeh teesri baar hai!"

(English Translation: "Overreact? Do you know what was in these papers? The entire trip plan, which now needs to be redone. And my shirt... this is the third time!")

The commotion had drawn a small crowd of students, watching the heated exchange with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Shriyansh, noticing the audience, took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Ms. Verma, mere office mein aao abhi ke ABHI."

(English Translation: "Ms. Verma, come to my office. Now.")

As they walked towards his office, the tension between them was palpable. Shriyansh's anger simmered just below the surface, while Dhrisha's mind raced, wondering what consequences awaited her this time.