Fated To Love You

Chapter 67

Abhishek held the stick in his hand, his fingers curling tightly around its smooth surface as he tapped it lightly against his palm. His expression remained calm but carried an unmistakable firmness, the kind that spoke of authority and quiet anger. His sharp gaze was fixed on Siddharth, unblinking, as if reading every ounce of guilt etched on his face.

The rhythmic tapping of the stick against his palm broke the silence of the staffroom, each sound growing louder in Siddharth's mind. His heart pounded in sync with the taps, the tension gripping him tighter with every passing second. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and his legs felt weak, almost as if they might give way beneath him.

Siddharth's breath hitched, his throat dry as he swallowed hard, trying to gather the courage to speak. But Abhishek's piercing gaze rooted him to the spot, making his attempts futile. His palms grew clammy, and his knees trembled slightly, betraying the fear he was desperately trying to hide.

"Sir... please... next time se pakka nhi karungga. Promise," Siddharth stammered, his voice trembling as desperation seeped into his tone. His wide eyes darted between Abhishek's stern face and the stick in his hand, the fear visibly rattling his composure. His fingers fidgeted, twisting together nervously, while his lower lip quivered, betraying the tears threatening to spill.

Sumedh, sensing the escalating tension, stepped forward cautiously, his tone soft yet firm. "Abhi... room mein chal kar baat karte hai na," he suggested, trying to defuse the situation before it spiraled further.

Abhishek's sharp gaze snapped to Sumedh, his brows furrowing as his tone cut through the air like a blade. "Room mein?" he asked, the words heavy with sarcasm and finality. "Last time bhi room mein hi jakar punish kiya tha na tabhi iss baar iss cheez ka lea himmat ho gyi iski. Sabke samnein hi punish karna chahiye tha. Aur batameezi sabke samnein kare to punishment akele mein kyu? Iss baar to puri class ke samnein hi pitega ye mujhse."

The words struck Siddharth like a blow, and his throat tightened as panic took over. His voice cracked, thick with emotion, as he pleaded, "Sorry, dada... aage se kabhi nahi karunga... ppromise." His hands came together in a clasp, shaking slightly as he stared at Abhishek with tear-filled eyes, silently begging for mercy.

Sumedh sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck as guilt crept onto his face. "Yaar..." he started, his voice laced with regret. "Maine khud isse bola tha Himani ka dhyaan rakhne ke liye."

"Main isse Himani ka support karne ke liye punish nahi kar raha hoon," Abhishek said sharply, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a whip. He turned to face Sumedh, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and authority. "Main isse punish kar raha hoon kyunki isne ek teacher ki disrespect ki... attitude dikhaya, aur batameezi kari! Tameez toh sikhani padegi."

Siddharth flinched at the words, his breath hitching as if each accusation hit him physically. His face turned pale, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Abhishek's stern gaze bore into him, making his knees feel weak. " 'Khushi se'? Kya sochenge sabhi ki Abhishek sir ka bhai hai islea isko kisi teacher ka koi daar nhi hai," Abhishek continued, his tone steady yet piercing.

Abhishek's voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Haath aage badha."

"Sir... please..." Siddharth's voice cracked as he stammered, his fear now evident in his every word. "Agli baar aisa kuch nahi karunga, promise!" His voice trembled with desperation, his teary eyes pleading for mercy. His lips quivered as he looked from Abhishek to Sumedh, silently begging for intervention.