love in the time of duty

chapter 2

Shubman pov:

As I steered my car out of the quiet neighborhood, the morning sunlight cast a warm glow on the familiar streets. But my mind wasn't on the road; it was already on campus, where a new chapter of my life was about to unfold. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The GPS guided me through the winding roads, but my thoughts wandered to the unknowns ahead. What would my students be like? Would I make a good impression? Could I live up to the university's expectations?

As I merged onto the highway, the engine hummed, and my nerves began to settle. I glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the man I'd become – a professor, an expert in his field, yet still vulnerable to self-doubt.

The university's logo on the signage welcomed me to my new reality. I turned onto Campus Drive, and the lush greenery enveloped me. The majestic buildings rose, symbols of knowledge and growth...

"Good luck!!!   Shubman you can doo this .. Remember it's your dream to become a professor... " said to himself..

I made my way to my office.. I was informed that my first lecture of economic is going to start at  8 o'clock..

Looked at my wrist watch 7 : 30 it says..
I have half an hour.. Should I prepare for my
Lecture.. I think I'll go with it.. So started preparing for my first lecture..

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The corridor bustled with students rushing to class. Ishan, lost in thought, collided with a tall, imposing figure.

"Watch where you're going!" the stranger snapped, his eyes flashing.

Ishan's face warmed. "Sorry, dude. My bad."

The stranger's expression turned colder. "Your whole life's a 'my bad', isn't it?"

Ishan bristled. "What's your problem, man?"

The stranger's lip curled. "You're my problem. Entitled, careless..."

Their confrontation drew attention. Students slowed, sensing tension.

Unaware of the stranger's identity, Ishan shot back, "You're just mad because someone's having a better day than you."

The stranger's eyes narrowed. "You have no idea what my day's been like."

Later that day...

Ishan walked into Economics lecture with Mayank, taking his seats.. They were busy in gossip..

The classroom fell silent as the door swung open. A tall, imposing figure strode in, commanding attention. His sharp jawline, piercing brown eyes, and salt-and-pepper hair exuded authority.

"Good morning, class," he announced, his deep voice filling the room.

Ishan, still reeling from his tardiness scolding, straightened up, intrigued.

"Welcome to Economics ," the professor continued. "I am Professor Shubman Gill, your new instructor for this semester."

Professor Gill gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each student. "I expect dedication, participation, and intellectual curiosity. Let's make this semester challenging and rewarding."

As he wrote his name on the whiteboard, Ishan noticed the hint of a smile playing on Professor Gill
Ishan heard some girls whispering..and praising there new professor.. That good looking he is..

The girl beside him whispered, "He looks soo hot!!!"
A boy in the back row yawned, unimpressed
" he is making me wet bro.. " Mayank said as he is eyeing his new economics professor..Who was taking a lecture..
YUCK!! Dude I don't your stand become this low!! Said ishan loudly..

Which caugh his Khadoos professor..
GET UP!!!

"You. Last second bench" Professor Shubman called out, his voice firm. "Outside. Now."

Ishan's face flushed as he gathered his belongings.

mayank whispered, "What's going to happen?"

Ishan shrugged, anxiety creeping in.

Outside, Professor Gill stood tall, arms crossed.

"Explanation?" he demanded.

Ishan hesitated. "We were just—"

"Discussing the intricacies of economics?" Professor Gill finished, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Ishan's eyes dropped.

"You're distracting others and wasting your own time," Professor Thakur continued.

Ishan nodded, feeling embarrassed and frustrated.

"Why does he  have to be so harsh? Can't he just give me a break?"

Ishan leaned against the wall outside the classroom, frustration simmering.

"This is so unfair. One little whisper and I'm out.

He thought about Shubman's expression - cold, unforgiving.

"What's his problem? Does he enjoy ruining students' lives?"

Ishan's mind wandered to their earlier corridor confrontation.

"Maybe this is payback. Maybe he's targeting me."

Resentment grew, solidifying Ishan's dislike for Professor Gill

"I'll show him. I'll prove I'm not some lazy student. I'll ace this class."

Determination ignited within Ishan.

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