Fated To Love You

Chapter 55

Himani quickly wiped her tears, trying to regain composure. "Kahin nahi sir..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she sank back into her seat, her shoulders hunched.

"Roo kyun rahi ho?" Abhishek's voice softened with worry, his eyes filled with concern as he stepped closer to her.

Himani shook her head, her face turning away as she tried to hold back the flood of emotions. She opened the register in front of her, pretending to focus on the pages, though her hands were shaking.

Abhishek's gaze didn't leave her. "Tell me. What happened?" He asked again, his voice calm but firm. He turned to the rest of the class, seeking answers, his tone growing more serious. "Why is she crying?"

One girl, sitting a few rows ahead, spoke up. "Sir, they are making fun of her pregnancy..." She glanced at Himani sympathetically before continuing, "Humne roka inhe bohot... but ye nahi ruke... bohot ganda bol rahe the."

"Kon?" Abhishek's voice rose a little, his eyes scanning the class, expecting answers. "Khade ho jao."

"Aur kya bol rahe the?" Abhishek asked, his voice stern, the tension in the room palpable.

"Sir, bohot ganda bol rahe the... main to repeat bhi nahi kar sakti," the girl stammered, her voice trembling as she struggled to explain. She glanced at Himani, then at Abhishek, clearly uncomfortable but determined to speak up.

The class went deathly silent as Abhishek's voice rang through the room. His usual calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by a rare intensity.

"Kya bol rahe the tum sab? Mere samnein bolo zara," he demanded, his eyes scanning the class, waiting for an answer.

The students were frozen in place, avoiding his gaze. No one dared speak up.

"Speak," he commanded, his tone sharp. There was an edge to his voice that sent a chill through the class. This was a side of Abhishek that no one had seen before.

The students were stunned. This wasn't the Abhishek they knew — the calm and understanding teacher. They glanced nervously at each other, but no one said a word.

"I said speak!" Abhishek shouted again, his patience clearly wearing thin.The tension in the room escalated.

"Sir... humne aisa kuch nahi kaha..." a boy stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to deflect the situation.

Abhishek's eyes narrowed as he turned towards Himani, still sitting quietly in her seat. "To vo bacchi roo kyu rahi hai? Himani beta... tum batao."

The question hung in the air, demanding an answer. Himani hesitated, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped her eyes again. She could feel the weight of the entire class's gaze on her, but she didn't know what to say.

"Nothing.. sir.." She said while controlling her tears, her voice shaking, and her hands clutching the edges of her notebook as she fought to hold herself together.

He walked toward them, his gaze stern as he asked, "Should I call Sumedh sir?"

"No no sir.. aisa to kuch hua hi nahi," one of the boys said, his voice wavering slightly as he glanced around nervously, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yes sir.. pregnancy hormones honge.." another student said, trying to sound casual, but his nervous chuckle gave away his unease.

"Siddharth." He looked at them, his gaze sharp, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Suna tha tune kuch?"