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Abhira sat in her law class, her usual chirpy demeanor subdued by the presence of Armaan Poddar, the guest faculty for their criminology and penology course. 

She had a particular dislike for him, finding his arrogance and ego insufferable. 

Despite her mother's constant praise for Armaan, Abhira couldn't understand what was so special about him. 

To her, he was just a rude and condescending man.

Armaan walked into the classroom, his authoritative presence immediately commanding attention. 

He corrected his glasses, his green eyes briefly visible before he hid them again. 

The class, in unison, greeted him, "Good morning, sir." 

Armaan nodded curtly, "Good morning, students," and launched into his lecture.

Abhira sighed inwardly, bracing herself for another intense session. 

She loved criminology and penology, but Armaan's teaching style was particularly hard on her. 

He had a reputation for being strict, and his lectures were filled with rapid-fire questions that kept everyone on their toes. 

The students were perpetually anxious, knowing that any lapse in attention could result in a harsh reprimand.

As Armaan delved into the complexities of criminal justice, Abhira diligently took notes, her pen moving swiftly across the page. 

She glanced up briefly, only to find Armaan's piercing green eyes fixed on her. 

For a moment, their gazes locked, and she quickly looked away, feeling a strange flutter in her chest. 

Armaan seemed unfazed, coughing slightly before continuing with his lecture.

"That's it for today," Armaan finally concluded, much to the relief of the students who collectively sighed. 

The tension in the room eased as everyone began to pack up their belongings. 

Armaan's lectures were always a challenge, and the students were glad to have survived another one.

Abhira couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort. 

She hated how he made her feel—nervous, uncertain, and small. 

She knew her mother respected Armaan greatly, but Abhira saw him as nothing more than an arrogant man who enjoyed making others feel inferior.

As the students filed out of the classroom, Abhira lingered behind, gathering her notes. 

Armaan was still at his desk, organizing his papers. 

She couldn't help but steal another glance at him, wondering what her mother saw in him.

"Abhira," Armaan's voice broke through her thoughts. 

She looked up, startled to see him addressing her directly.

"Yes, sir?" she replied, her tone guarded.

"You did well today," he said simply, his expression unreadable. "Keep up the good work."

Abhira was taken aback by the unexpected compliment. 

"Thank you, sir," she managed to say, unsure of how to react. 

Armaan nodded and turned back to his papers, signaling the end of their brief interaction.

As she left the classroom, Abhira's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.