Fated To Love You

Chapter 95

Sumedh's already burning temper flared even higher when he saw the incomplete work. His grip on her notebook tightened, his knuckles whitening as he flipped through the pages.

"Tumhara bhi homework complete kyu nahi hai?" he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting through the heavy silence of the classroom. His piercing gaze bore into her. "Tum hi agar aisi harkat karogi toh baaki logon se kya hi umeed karungga main ?"

Himani swallowed, her fingers gripping the edge of her desk. Her voice came out quiet, almost hesitant. "Sir... woh solve nahi ho paaye."

Sumedh's jaw clenched at her response. He quickly turned back to the pages, his irritation growing. "Ye toh sirf 5 hi questions try kiye hai. Baaki ke 3 kaha hai?" he demanded, flipping the pages aggressively.

Himani lowered her gaze, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. "I got frustrated," she admitted in a small voice. "So, I just stopped."

Her words only made his frustration spike. His nostrils flared as he threw the notebook onto her desk with a thud. "Nahi ho rahe the... toh poocha kyu nahi?" His voice rose, the anger laced with something else—something unspoken, deeper.

Himani bit her lip. She hesitated for a second before answering, "Aapka mood thoda off tha... isliye." Her voice barely above a whisper.

A stunned silence followed her words.

For a fraction of a second, Sumedh's expression flickered—his brows twitched, his lips parted slightly as if caught off guard. But the moment was gone in an instant. His face hardened, and before anyone could even process what was happening—

Smack!

The sharp sound of his palm meeting her cheek rang through the classroom.

Before anyone could process it, his hand came down again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Just like the others. No hesitation. No exception.

Himani's head jerked slightly with each impact, her face stinging, but she didn't flinch. She didn't cry. Her fingers curled into fists on her lap, gripping the fabric of her skirt tightly.

Sumedh's chest rose and fell heavily. His own hand was beginning to ache from all the slaps he'd delivered today, but he didn't let it show. He refused to.

Himani slowly lifted her gaze to him. There was no defiance, no plea—just a silent understanding.

Something twisted deep in Sumedh's chest, something he didn't want to acknowledge. But instead of pausing, instead of letting himself feel anything, he turned away sharply to another student.

After few more students, Sumedh's sharp gaze locked onto Siddharth, his expression unreadable. The tension in the classroom was suffocating as Sumedh stood in front of him, arms crossed, waiting.

Siddharth, already knowing what was coming, took a deep breath and quickly admitted, "Sir... complete nahi hai." His voice was steady, but there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes.

Sumedh's jaw tightened. "Aur woh kyun?" His tone was stern, leaving no room for excuses.

Siddharth swallowed before answering, "Woh kal... Dada ghar le gaye the... aur raat ko bahut late wapas aaye the. Sorry... aap bas ek ghanta de do, main sab complete kar dunga. Aur pehle wala saara complete hai." He hurriedly opened his notebook and showed him the neatly written previous work, as if it would lessen the punishment.

Sumedh took the notebook from Siddharth's hands and flipped through the pages with a blank expression. Then, he looked up, his piercing eyes narrowing. "Bag le kar gaye the apne saath?" His voice was dangerously low.