Ishan Kishan a passionate and innocent art teacher, is thrilled to start his new job at a prestigious college but what happens when the college's bad boy decides to trouble him.
First time writing a ff so ignore the mistakes and enjoy the story.
"Aree ha! maa app tension Matt lo Mai thik hu aur apna dhayan rakh luga abb mai bada Ho Gaya hu, mujhe to job bhi mil gayi hai!"
"Vo Mai janti hu beta pur fir bhi chinta tu hogi na tu pahali bar ghar se dur rahane Gaya hai akele".
"Maa Lekin app agar yese chinta Karti rahegi to mujhe acha nahi lage ga, mai yaha independent hoke app ka tension kaam karne Aya hu bada ne nhi".
"Hayee! Mera bachha kab itna bada Ho Gaya pata hi nhi chala All the best beta, apne job ke pahale din ke liye aur Bhagwan kare tere class Mai koi 'Shaitan bachha' na ho".
"Mummy app bhi na, ye Mumbai ke top colleges Mai se ek hai koi chota Mota school nhi jaha bachhe aye ge" Ishan says and chuckles.
"Phir bhi tu itna pyara baby jesa dikhta hai ki kisi Ko lagega hi nhi ki tu teacher hai tere Ko to sab student hi samaj lege" Ishan's mother teases.
"Yesa kuch nhi hai, Mai koi baby-vaby jesa nhi dikhta vo tu app meri maa ho iss liye app Ko yesa lag ta hai".
"Acha ji!" Ishan's mother chuckles.
"Ha aur abb Mai phone rakh ta hu mujhe college ke liye late nhi hona, bye mummy Mai ghar ake call karuga".
"Bye beta, best of luck".
Ishan came out of the bathroom and stood before his closet selecting his outfit for
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First day. As he dressed, Ishan's mind wondered to the new students he would meet today tbh he was a little nervous.
In the kitchen, Ishan brewed a strong cup of coffee and toasted a slice of bread. He took a bite savoring the quiet morning moment before the chaos of the day began.
Ishan glanced at his watch: 7:30 am. Time to head out. He gathered his belongings: a sleek black bag filled with art supplies, lesson plans and a freshly printed syllabus. With a final check of his apartment, Ishan locked the door and stepped into the bright morning sunlight. The college was just 10 mins away by walk. As he strolled through the quiet streets, Ishan felt a mix of excitement and nerves. This was his dream job and he was ready.
Arriving at the college, Ishan approached the stunning campus admiring the modern architecture and beautifully manicured lawns.
He was dressed simply which made him blend in more with the students than the faculty he was about to join. He paused for a moment, admiring the architecture of the campus, But he wasn’t the only one who noticed him.
Ishan took a steadying breath as he approached the college entrance. Today marked the start of his career as an art teacher, and though he’d heard this college was full of… characters, he was determined to make a good impression. He couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place, though—he was younger than most teachers, and he looked even younger than he was.
