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...
After dinner, Akshat returned to the room, his shoulders slightly slumped from the day's chaos. He opened the door quietly and saw Amrit sitting at her desk, her brows furrowed as she focused on her laptop screen. She was massaging her temple absentmindedly, her face a mix of concentration and frustration.
"So jao, it's late," Akshat said gently, leaning against the doorframe.
Amrit looked up briefly but returned her attention to the screen. "Nahi... I’m searching for some topics I need to select for my research," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of fatigue.
Akshat sighed and walked over, pulling out the chair beside her and sitting down. "Show me," he said, his tone soft yet firm, as if to say he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Amrit hesitated for a moment before turning the laptop toward him. "I’ve shortlisted a few areas, but I’m not sure what’s good enough,” she admitted, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.
Akshat scanned the screen, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Accha calm down first. Let’s break it down. Your research should reflect originality and also contribute something significant to the field.”
He pointed at one of her shortlisted topics. "What’s this? 'Feminist perspectives in 19th-century literature'?"
Amrit nodded. "Yes, but it feels too overdone. I mean, it’s important, but hasn’t everyone already explored this?"
"True, but you can refine it. Instead of just looking at feminist perspectives, how about focusing on something more niche, like 'The intersection of feminism and gothic literature in the works of Mary Shelley and Emily Brontë'? It’s specific, combines two significant movements, and could allow you to explore untapped connections," Akshat suggested.
Akshat smiled, noticing her enthusiasm. "And if you’re interested in something closer to your own voice, how about 'The evolution of Indian women’s identity in contemporary English literature'? You could study authors like Jhumpa Lahiri, Anita Desai, or even newer voices in Indian literature."
She looked at him, her eyes wide with hope, as she hesitantly asked, "Aap mere guide banenge?"
Akshat hesitated for a moment before leaning back in his chair, sighing softly. "I’m too busy for this, Amrit. Aur possible hota toh... I would have chosen another group."
Amrit’s mouth fell open in shock, and she stared at him in disbelief. "Kyun??" she demanded, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him.
"Wo... aise hi," Akshat mumbled, clearly avoiding her gaze.
