𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝟑𝟑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

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Guys, I just have a doubt is the story getting boring? Or are you all losing interest? It’s just that I’ve been doubting myself lately and feeling a bit demotivated and disappointed by the lack of response from you all.
I know the story hasn’t reached its main plot yet, but still, I wanted to ask please reply genuinely and share your suggestions too. What am I doing wrong, or where am I not meeting your expectations.

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The morning at school started as usual , the hustle and bustle of students heading to their classes as the assembly had just ended. The students of 12th Commerce entered their classroom, some sat in groups, chatting casually. A trio from one group laughed loudly probably over some gossip. One student was sprawled on his bench, head down, already asleep in the very first period, while another had opened his lunchbox and was quietly eating his breakfast.

Madhav entered with Radhika, their badges pinned proudly to the sides of their coats, "Head Boy" and "Head Girl."

Manav and Ayushi walked in next, giggling.

Radhika took her usual seat by the window, and Madhav followed, sitting near her. She tried to hide her smile and looked away, turning to gaze outside.

He smiled too, pulling out his notebook.

The class was buzzing with chatter, as Monika ma'am hadn't arrived yet. PT sir, passing by in the corridor, heard the noise and paused. Standing at the doorway with his arms crossed and a sharp glare fixed on the students, he watched silently.

The students sensed his presence. One by one, the voices died down.

In a stern tone, he asked,
"Which teacher's period is this? Why haven't they come to class yet? How irresponsible!"

The class tried to suppress their laughter. Madhav stood up and replied,
"Sir, it's Monika ma'am's period."

At the mention of her name, PT sir's expression subtly changed. A flicker of a smile appeared on his face, but he quickly looked away, masking it.

The students noticed and exchanged knowing glances, chuckling under their breath.

Just then, Monika ma'am entered the class. She looked at PT sir and greeted him with a soft smile,

"Good morning, sir."

PT sir responded in the same gentle tone,
"Good morning, ma'am."

She asked, "Aap yahan kaise, sir?"

He replied, scratching the back of his neck, "Bas guzar raha tha, dekha class shor macha rahi thi toh socha shant kar doon."

Monika ma'am smiled and said,
"Aww, thank you so much, sir. Wo niche staff room mein thoda kaam tha, isliye late ho gayi."

As she spoke, her arm brushed lightly against his. He froze for a second.

Monika ma'am turned to the class.

The whole class chorused,
"Gooooooood moooooorning ma'aaaam!"

She shook her head with a smile and said,"Good morning, class. Sit down."

PT sir quietly left, smiling to himself.

Monika ma'am walked to the front and announced,"So, class, before we begin, I have an announcement. Our school is going to celebrate the Annual Function soon. If you wish to participate in any cultural activities, you can give your names after the class."