Fated To Love You

Chapter 74

Sumedh's voice was sharp and authoritative, slicing through the tense silence of the classroom. His piercing eyes scanned the room, his brow furrowed in irritation as he barked, "Abhishek sir nein class mein stick rakhi thi na? Kaha gyi?"

The students exchanged nervous glances, their unease growing as they shuffled in their seats. One of them, the top performer in the class, stood hesitantly. His movements were deliberate, almost reluctant, as he reached under the desk to retrieve the stick. His palms were sweaty, and he wiped them against his trousers before extending the stick towards Sumedh with both hands.

"Ye rhi sir," the boy said, his voice trembling slightly despite his attempt to appear composed. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, avoiding direct eye contact with Sumedh.

Sumedh's expression was stern as he pointed the stick at the boy he had just called forward. "Solve karo jaldi, otherwise join Ruhi." he said, his tone leaving no room for excuses. The boy stepped up to the board, his hands trembling slightly as he picked up the marker. The weight of Sumedh's gaze bore down on him, and he gulped audibly, his mind racing to recall the correct steps.

The boy's shoulders slumped as he realized his mistake. He hesitated for a moment, his face pale and expression crestfallen, before quietly stepping away from the board. Without waiting for Sumedh's order, he walked to where Ruhi was doing on punishment, his head hanging low in shame, and joined her.

Sumedh's eyes narrowed as he looked at him, a hint of disappointment flickering in his stern expression. His grip on the stick tightened momentarily, but he didn't say a word. Instead, his gaze shifted sharply towards two other boys sitting near the front of the class.

"Tum dono bhi khade ho jayo," Sumedh barked, his voice echoing through the room. The two boys froze in their seats, exchanging nervous glances. One of them gulped, his fingers fidgeting with the edges of his notebook, while the other sat rigid, his face betraying a mix of fear and guilt.

Sumedh tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes boring into them. "Tum dono ko aata hai kuch? Ya kar lo join tum dono bhi inhe?" His tone was laced with sarcasm and authority, making the question feel more like a challenge than a genuine inquiry.

The two boys immediately stood up, their movements hurried and almost clumsy. "Nahi sir," one of them blurted, his voice cracking slightly. "Aata hai, padhai ki hai," the other added quickly, nodding earnestly, as if trying to convince not just Sumedh but himself too.

Sumedh's stern voice filled the room as he divided the board in half, his marker slicing through the silence like a blade. His brows furrowed with focus as he wrote two questions in bold, clean handwriting. Without looking at the two boys, he stepped back and gestured sharply, "Aa jao."

The two boys hesitated before stepping forward, their shoulders stiff with tension. One of them approached the board with determination, his jaw set as he began solving the question. His chalk moved swiftly, though his hand trembled slightly under Sumedh's intense gaze. The other boy, however, fumbled, his nervousness making his mind go blank. The sound of his shaky breathing grew louder in his ears, drowning out the scribbles of the other.