His sukoon : His junoon

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ENJOY :-)

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Books were scattered across the floor as Ishaan hunched over his notebook, writing who knows what. Isha gave him a look ,his assignments were still incomplete, and the exams and submission dates were just a week away.

"What were you doing all this time that you couldn't complete assignments given months ago?" she asked, exasperated.

Ishaan's hand paused for a second, but he quickly resumed writing, murmuring something under his breath.

"What? I didn't hear you."

He lifted his head, pouting slightly before his gaze flickered away. "I have raised a tiger," he muttered before going back to writing.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. She tilted her head but eventually shrugged it off. Her eyes scanned the mess on the floor as she searched for something. "Where's the assignment I'm supposed to decorate?"

She had yet to see a single page of his psychology assignment, the one she was supposed to work on.

Ishaan lifted his head again, a pencil hanging from his mouth, blinking at her before mumbling something inaudible. He was just getting weirder as time passed. Crawling to his bag, he emptied its contents onto the floor, rummaging through them.

Isha sighed in disbelief at his messiness. "Are you seriously going to spread even more stuff on this already full floor?"

He glanced at her before lazily gathering everything and shoving it back into his bag. "Happy?"

She felt the urge to punch him. Instead, she walked up behind him, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him away.

"Go away. I'll look for it."

He happily complied, crawling back to his original spot and resuming whatever scribbling he was doing earlier.

Letting out another sigh, Isha moved around, picking up his scattered belongings and putting them back in their places.

Finally finding what she was searching for and with the floor looking a bit cleaner, Isha sat down and opened the file. There was no topic written, nor was there an introduction page. Flipping through the pages, she saw the content inside and began reading.

Ishaan sensed something was wrong. Looking up, he crawled forward, attempting to snatch the file from her hands.

Isha moved back and continued reading.

"Fuck, I am dead now," he muttered under his breath.

She looked up and raised a brow. "I'm sorry, but do you have any problem with me revising your assignment?"

He gave her a full-blown fake smile. YES. "No, why would I have any problems?" Thank God she didn't hear me curse.

She nodded, placed the file on the bed, put on her spectacles, and picked up the file again to continue reading.

"Fuck me again!" he whispered dramatically, fake crying before going back to his writing.

"For the sake of your language and wish, I'll check every single assignment you've written, since mine are already done. And I'll ask your boyfriend if you meant it the other way," she said casually, ignoring Ishaan, who sat frozen, eyes wide, pencil dangling from his lips.

Time passed, and after two hours, Isha stretched her back before looking at Ishaan. A sigh escaped her lips as she found him lying on the floor, sprawled over the papers, the pencil still hanging loosely from his mouth.