Fated To Love You

Chapter 60

Abhishek stood in the classroom, his arms crossed, a mix of frustration and authority in his gaze. His voice rang out firmly, "Siddharth... bhag kar danda lekar aa Sumedh se."

"Yes, sir," Siddharth responded immediately, though his steps faltered slightly as he exited the classroom.

"May I come in, sir?" Siddharth's voice was respectful, but a hint of unease lingered.

Sumedh, seated at his desk amidst a pile of papers, glanced up. His calm expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Yes?"

Siddharth stepped inside cautiously. "Sir, wo Abhishek sir danda mangva rahe hain," he explained, his tone carrying a mix of awkwardness and urgency.

Sumedh's brows arched, his pen halting mid-air. "Kon mangwa raha hai?" he asked, his voice low yet laced with disbelief.

"Abhishek sir," Siddharth clarified, trying to keep his voice steady, though the absurdity of the situation made it difficult.

Sumedh leaned back in his chair, his expression caught between amusement and confusion. "Tujhe sabke samne marega kya vo?" he asked with a faint smirk, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

Siddharth squirmed slightly under Sumedh's curious gaze, then, with a small pout, exclaimed, "Nahiii... mujhe kyu maarenge?" He made a face, trying to brush off the ridiculousness of the idea before spilling the details of the classroom drama.

Sumedh listened intently, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. His eyes narrowed slightly, processing the situation. Finally, he stood up and declared, "Chal, main bhi chalta hoon."

Siddharth's eyes widened in alarm. "Aap bhi? Zyada hi vaat lag jaaygi fir to sabki," he said, concern evident in his tone. "Dada karlenge na handle..."

Sumedh smirked faintly, shaking his head. "Tere dada ke bas ka nahi hai kisi student ko punish karna ya daantna bhi," he replied with a dry humor that implied he had little faith in Abhishek's disciplinary skills.

Siddharth frowned, crossing his arms defensively. "Kya baat kar rhe ho, class mein to vaat lagayi hui hai sabki," he countered, recalling the chaos Abhishek had just managed.

Sumedh raised an eyebrow, his disbelief apparent. "Acha? Dare huwe hain sabhi?"

"Haan," Siddharth confirmed earnestly, his expression earnest.

Sumedh glanced at Siddharth, sighed, and reluctantly handed him the stick. "Hmm... theek hai, le jaa," he said, his tone carrying a mix of exasperation and mild amusement.

"Thank you," Siddharth chirped, gripping the stick like it was a treasure and dashing out of the staffroom with a renewed sense of urgency.

Back in the classroom, Siddharth knocked lightly before entering. "May I come in, sir?" he asked, standing just inside the doorway with the stick in hand.

Abhishek turned towards him, his expression serious but calm. "Yes," he said, extending his hand without breaking his stern gaze on the students.

Siddharth quickly handed over the stick and took a step back, watching curiously.

Abhishek held the stick firmly, letting its presence amplify the tension in the room. He took a slow, deliberate step forward and scanned the group of students now visibly uncomfortable. With a commanding tone, he said, "Keep your hands straight, everyone."