Fated To Love You

Chapter 89

As Siddharth reached the front of the classroom, his heart pounded against his ribs. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain a neutral expression, but his fingers twitched slightly. He had a sinking feeling he already knew what was coming.

Sumedh leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked onto Siddharth. The rest of the class exchanged glances, already sensing that something unusual was about to happen.

Without even looking up from his book, Sumedh ordered, "Murga ban ja."

The air in the room grew tense. Students who had been whispering fell silent, their attention fully on Siddharth.

Siddharth's stomach twisted uncomfortably. His feet felt rooted to the floor as he stared at his elder brother, his teacher, in disbelief. Sumedh had scolded him before—countless times. But this... this was different. This wasn't a mere warning. This was an outright punishment, and in front of everyone.

He hesitated for a second, his throat dry. Then, in a low voice, he murmured, "Bhai... mu... murga... please maaf kar dijiye na... last chance."

A ripple of murmurs passed through the class. Some students exchanged amused glances, others nudged each other, whispering about how Siddharth had never been punished like this before.

Sumedh finally looked up. His eyes held no warmth—only the strict authority of a teacher dealing with a careless student.

"Phir se pitna hai?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

Siddharth flinched slightly. His hands clenched by his sides as he shook his head rapidly. "Nahi... nahi, sorry!"

Sumedh let out a sharp exhale and stood up straight, fixing Siddharth with a hard stare. "Phir yeh 'bhai bhai' kya hai? Kitne dino mein akal aayegi tujhe?"

Siddharth swallowed hard, his ears burning.

"Neeche ground mein murga banwaun tujhe?" Sumedh's voice dropped slightly, but the threat in it was clear.

A cold shiver ran down Siddharth's spine. His heart pounded, and his pride screamed at him not to bend, not to embarrass himself like this. But the reality was staring him in the face—he had no choice.

He quickly shook his head, voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry... sorry. But please, last chance." His tone was almost pleading now, his confidence from earlier completely gone.

Sumedh didn't budge. He just raised an eyebrow.

The classroom was still, waiting.

Ruhi's heart clenched as she watched the silent battle between the two brothers. She could see it in Siddharth's eyes—the frustration, the humiliation, the desperate attempt to maintain his dignity. He had never been punished in front of everyone before. Never had Sumedh treated him like just another student.

And today, he was being stripped of that privilege.

Sumedh's expression didn't soften. If anything, his silence made the tension in the room unbearable. The class held its breath, watching Siddharth struggle with the reality of what was about to happen.

Siddharth's jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists as he shifted on his feet, stealing a quick glance at Ruhi. She was staring at him with wide, worried eyes. He could see the silent plea in them—asking him not to argue, not to make it worse.

Sumedh tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently. "Poora din nahi hai mere paas" he said, his voice low but firm. "Jyada gussa mat dila mujhe."

A wave of embarrassment surged through Siddharth. His whole life, he had been the younger brother who got away with everything. Sumedh had always protected him, always let him off the hook. But not today. Today, he was just another student in Sumedh's class.