Fated To Love You

Chapter 66

Abhishek returned to his class after bidding goodbye to Sumedh and Himani. As he walked down the hallway, he released a deep sigh, feeling a sense of relief now that the situation seemed under control. The echoes of his footsteps filled the corridor, gradually softening as he approached the class.

Pushing the door open, he stepped inside and noticed, from the corner of his eye, a subtle shift in the room. Students who had been lingering around quickly returned to their seats, while others sat unusually straight, their postures stiff and attentive. The silence in the room was deafening—far quieter than he was used to. His instincts immediately kicked in, and his brows furrowed slightly as he scanned the classroom, his gaze sharp and observant. Something was definitely off.

Walking to his desk, Abhishek casually opened his book, his movements deliberately slow as he tried to pick up on anything suspicious. The tension in the air was palpable, but no one made a sound or met his eyes.

"Itni shant kaise hai class?" he asked in a light tone, glancing around with a raised eyebrow, trying to coax some response out of them. His voice carried a playful edge, but deep down, he was curious. The silence was unlike them.

No one answered. The students exchanged fleeting glances with each other, avoiding his gaze. The classroom felt heavy, as though everyone was holding their breath. Abhishek tilted his head slightly, a smile tugging at his lips as he tried again. "No answer? Lagta hai sabhi upset ho ki class ka itna saara time waste ho gaya."

Still no response, though a few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. He chuckled softly, attempting to lighten the mood. "Theek hai. Aaj library ka lecture hai na tum sab ka... vo lecture le leta hoon."

"No sir!" came the collective response, startling him slightly with its intensity. The voices overlapped in unison, filled with a mix of alarm and urgency. Abhishek blinked, momentarily taken aback by their reaction, before his expression softened into a knowing grin.

He chuckled again, this time more genuinely. "Chalo, at least sabhi aankhein khol kar so toh nahi rahe," he quipped, shaking his head slightly. His tone was warm and teasing, trying to ease the odd tension that still lingered in the room.

Abhishek picked up the book and walked toward the board, his steps steady and deliberate. As he prepared to start teaching, a faint sound caught his attention—a slow, muffled sniffle. He stopped mid-sentence, his brow furrowing slightly as he scanned the classroom.

"Kaun ro raha hai?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and concern, his eyes darting from one student to another. His gaze landed on a girl who was unsuccessfully trying to hide her tears. Her head was bowed low, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the edge of her desk.

Abhishek's confusion deepened, and he took a few steps toward her. "What happened, beta? Arey, main toh mazak kar raha tha... nahi loonga tum logon ka free lecture," he said with a gentle smile, trying to ease the tension.

As he approached, he realized it wasn't just her. The entire row of girls was crying, their faces turned away, some dabbing at their eyes. His smile vanished, replaced by a growing worry. "What happened?" he asked again, this time more firmly, his voice laced with urgency.