Fated To Love You

Chapter 68

Abhishek pointed to the side, his voice as cold as steel. "Stand there," he commanded. "Take a squat position and extend your hands." Without waiting for a response, he picked up Siddharth's bag from the desk, its weight evident.

Siddharth shuffled to the area, his legs trembling. The students exchanged uneasy glances, the air heavy with anticipation. Siddharth hesitated for a moment, but seeing the stern look in Abhishek's eyes, he bent his knees into a squat position. Siddharth extended his arms in front of him, his palms facing upward.

Abhishek weighed Siddharth's bag briefly in his hands before turning back to Siddharth. Siddharth's face turned pale as Abhishek placed the heavy bag on his outstretched arms. The weight made his arms tremble almost immediately, but he clenched his teeth and tried to stay steady. Siddharth's arms began to shake visibly under the weight, and his thighs burned from the squat position. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and tears continued to stream down his face.

"Sir, please... sorry... aage se kabhi nahi karunga," Siddharth pleaded, his voice trembling and choked with sobs. His words came out in gasps, broken by the strain in his arms and the ache in his legs. His tear-filled eyes darted toward Abhishek, silently begging for mercy, but the unyielding expression on Abhishek's face crushed any hope.

The class sat in silence, their eyes glued to Siddharth as he struggled to hold the position. Some looked sympathetic, while others appeared relieved they weren't in his place. Abhishek didn't budge after Siddharth pleaded for forgiveness. His sharp eyes scanned the classroom, ensuring no one else dared to speak out.

"Hold it steady. Aur agar ek inch bhi hile, to punishment double hoga," Abhishek commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. His eyes bore into Siddharth, leaving no room for argument. Siddharth bit his lip, trying to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. Abhishek turned his attention to the rest of the students, his voice booming as he said, "Baaki sab, books open karo apni! Class shuru ho chuki hai."

The students scrambled to comply, fumbling with their bags and flipping open their textbooks. The sudden clatter of books being opened and the rustling of pages filled the room, but their uneasy glances kept flickering toward Siddharth. Abhishek began pacing the room, his gaze scanning the students to ensure they were focused.

The weight of the bag pressed heavily on Siddharth's arms, making them ache almost instantly. His thighs burned from holding the squat position, and beads of sweat began to drip down his face. His breaths grew uneven, but he dared not complain. The class watched in stunned silence, a mix of pity and fear in their eyes. No one wanted to share his fate.

Abhishek began his lecture, his voice steady and commanding, but his eyes occasionally flicked toward Siddharth, ensuring he held the position. Siddharth's legs quivered as time dragged on, his body screaming for relief.A soft sob escaped his lips midway through the lecture, but he quickly bit his tongue, knowing any display of weakness would only make things worse. His arms shook violently under the weight of the bag, but he refused to let it slip.