AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
Akshat had just finished explaining a challenging chapter. As he placed the marker back on the whiteboard, he turned to address the class.
"This chapter is undeniably complex," Akshat said, his tone firm but encouraging. "If anyone has questions or needs further clarification, you're welcome to come to my cabin. I understand it's a lot to process, so take your time."
The moment he dismissed the class, half the girls stood up with a sudden burst of energy, whispering excitedly among themselves as they began making their way to his cabin.
"Chal chal, mast chance hai!" one girl whispered to her friend, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin.
"Arey, at least we can see him up close," another giggled, clutching her notebook tightly as if she were heading to meet a celebrity rather than a professor.
Meanwhile, a few girls, genuinely interested in the subject, hesitated in their seats, clearly conflicted. Their curiosity and need for answers were overshadowed by their reluctance to be associated with the giggling group.
"Ye inn ladkiyon ko sari queries Akshat sir ke class me hi kyun hoti hai?" a girl sitting near Amrit's seat muttered to her friend, her voice tinged with annoyance.
"Exactly, yaar," her friend agreed, rolling her eyes. "And everyone knows they just want his attention. Inn logon ke wajah se ham bhi nahi jaate jyada questions puchne, even when I have real queries. Mujhe lagta hai sab mujhe bhi vaise hi na samjhein."
"Same, bhai," another girl chimed in, shaking her head. "Aur maine toh na, unme se ek bhi ladki ko kisi aur subject mein interest dikhate hue nahi dekha. They don’t even attend other classes!"
Amrit, sitting a few rows away, overheard their conversation. Her grip on her pen tightened as she exchanged a glance with Vidya, who smirked knowingly.
"Dekha! They all know this," Vidya said, leaning closer to Amrit. "Maine pehle hi kaha tha."
Amrit placed her pen down with a deliberate motion and picked up her bag. Her face betrayed no emotion, but her voice carried an unmistakable edge. "Mujhe bhi jana hai dekhne. Wo log mere pati ko pareshan kar rahi hongi," she said, her tone calm yet resolute.
Vidya’s eyes widened in delight as she quickly got up, ready to follow her. "Arey, ruk ja! Main bhi chalti hoon," she said, grinning from ear to ear.
As the two made their way out of the classroom, the girls nearby exchanged surprised glances, whispering among themselves. Amrit walked purposefully, her bag slung over her shoulder, and Vidya followed, barely suppressing her amusement.
