ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
(BOOK 1 IN THE SERIES, "THE TAINTED LOVE ANTHALOGY)
ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
"Theory or practical?" He asked, his voice low and husky as his eyes roamed around her body.
"S-sir?" She shuddered at how close they were standing right n...
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Suryansh Rathore. My biology professor in college. Just like I said before he is mysterious and more than that very confusing. No one knows about what is the reason behind why he is what he is.
I hid myself as I saw his head turning towards my house. I didn't want him to know that I was his new neighbour. I am not good in biology, rather I would say I barely manage to pass this test. It's not because I am a very dull student, but it was because I find the subject very difficult to understand and learn.
I took a deep breath, he doesn't needs to know that I am his neighbour neither would I bother him. It's not like I go out much except for college and even if I do I am sure he won't be that much interested to be indulged into other student's works.
As I walked over to the washroom to brush my teeth I remembered how his one glare would normally silence the whole class. Throughout my teen age days when I was in school I was a rebellious kid, and teachers like him would normally not be very fond of me.
But now time has changed and so did I. Ever since I have entered high school and my late teen age years, I got more engrossed into the pressure of my studies and the expectations of my parents that was now becoming maybe a bit too much for me to handle.
As I splashed the cool water on my face, I could feel my dried eyes getting some comfort, but they were red. It was not the first time that I had to hear something like this. And even though often my friends said they get scolded too, it's not the same.
I have seen my mother always looking at me with distant and cold eyes. And my father they sometimes held sympathy for me but most of the times it felt like he could care less. For a long time I have accepted it as an outcome of their work stress but it got worse when they stopped celebrating my birthday.
I know, that sounds quite weird. Why would your parents suddenly stop celebrating your birthday? My friends had the same reaction. Because apparently even though a lot of them do get scolded too, they also get pacified later as well. But I don't remember the last time I was included in a festival.
