What after That?

Ch 5.

Ishan's frustration was palpable when their class teacher announced that he would be the new monitor of class 11th A. His impeccable academic record and obedient nature had earned him this unwanted responsibility. Despite his urge to protest, Ishan found himself unable to refuse the teacher's decision. ( seh lenge thoda..) 

As he stood at the front of the class, accepting the new role, he could feel the weight of the expectations settling on his shoulders. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Shubman rolling his eyes. Shubman couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the situation.

"this Chhotu here argues with me nonstop, but can't even say no to the teacher," Shubman thought, amused by Ishan's predicament.

For Ishan, being the class monitor was yet another challenge to navigate, especially with Shubman constantly observing and commenting on his every move.

The very next day in class, Shubman wasted no time in ramping up his teasing of Ishan. As soon as the bell rang, Shubman leaned back in his chair with a mischievous grin, ready to make Ishan's new role as class monitor as uncomfortable as possible. as the teacher was not arrived yet Ishan was trying to maintain decorum and silence.. saying pleasantly " please sab chup ho jao.. " 

but it seems like no one heard him. He tried again but this time Shubman sitting their with a smirk from a long interrupted  "Well, guys dekho we got a teachers pet...." Shubman drawled, his voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. 

"Our very own monitor, Mr. topper."

The classroom erupted in giggles as Ishan tried to ignore Shubman's taunts and maintain his focus. But Shubman was relentless. 

"sach bata.. aise gulami karne se tere marks aate hai kya? nahi mtlb ye log bhi try kar lenge..," he continued, his laughter infectious and loud.

Ishan, feeling the heat rising in his brain cells, took a deep breath and attempted to restore order. "Alright, everyone, quiet down," he said firmly. The class was still buzzing, and Shubman took the opportunity to mockingly imitate Ishan's authoritative tone.

"Quiet down! Now, chhotu is going to take charge!" Shubman's voice carried over the murmurs, making his classmates laugh even harder.

Ishan's patience wore thin as Shubman's teasing grew more frequent and pointed. For the hundredth time, Ishan called 'chhotu,' . It was like a trigger, and he decided to take action. Without a word, Ishan walked to the board and scribbled Shubman's name in big, bold letters. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Shubman, who had been caught off guard by the sudden turn of events."Now it's your turn to face the consequences," Ishan said with a mix of satisfaction and exasperation. Shubman's eyes widened in surprise as he realized the full extent of Ishan's resolve.

"oyee ab tu aise apni shaktiyon ka galat istemaal karega?" Shubman protested, though a smirk still played at his lips.

"Maybe I will," Ishan retorted, trying to sound authoritative but unable to completely hide the nervousness  in his voice. "bada cool banne mein maza aata hai na teacher ke saamne banna..."

This time class giggled looking at Shubman. But his one glare was enough to make them shut their mouth.

As the class settled into a hushed anticipation, Shubman slouched in his seat with a dramatic sigh. " dekh ye achhi baat nahi hai.. aisa mat kar.. 

achha baba nahi bolunga kuchh.. mera naam mita de.. " he said, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.

" ham nahi mitaane wale.. teacher se khud baat karna.. " he said turning his attention to class " aur baaki kisi ko baat karna hai to bolo uska bhi likh denge.."