*4th Page of my Dairy*
Group study was fun... No doubt randhir was good in maths...but dat Hitler used to give me 400 sums per week as homeworks.. Now dis was what i hate d most...
All was good until dat day.
"aaaannntttyyy...." i screamed out..
"chor mujhe jungli" i started punching his chest with my tiny sixteen yrs old fist.. His eyes were bloodshot..scaring d hell out of me...
"chor... Dard ho raha h" tears beamed out of my eyes.. With my one hand was punching his chest..other one was struggling.. to free myself from his grip in my hairs..but alas his clutch was 10 times stronger than my power..he clenched his jaw n tightened his grip even more...
His mom came runing in d room.. May be because of my sudden screaming..
"rono.. Chor.. Sanyu ko..use lag jayegi.." she tried to free me..n i cried a little more...
"kitni bar samjhana parta h..hain.. 10 din baki h xam k.. Aur sare sums galat.. Hain" he pulled my hairs more n i shut my eyes "aahh....." he didnt left my hairs..
Anty cringed abit "chor..use.. fir samjha dena.. Yese marta h koi vala.." n finally able to free me from her monster son..rather he pushed me in her arms.. I dug my face in her chest n she caressed my head..n rubbed my back..lyk my own mom.. His son was monster n she was all opposite of dat..
"dont even dare to step out without completing this" he threw d copy on bed..
"mujhe nahi karna tere sath maths.. Nahi karna mujhe" i sniffed..hiding my face in her embrace
He was abt to bark at me agn bt anty eyed him.. He left d room with a disgusted face.. I sniffed n anty was comforting me...
Aftr 3 hours i sneaked in dat room..he was sitting with his guitar..trying to play some tunes... He looked up..as my sniffing sound was still there bcz of so much crying..
He looked away..he was irritated by my sniffings..
"ho gaya.." all i could manage to speak passing the copy..n sniffing...
He took it with a jerk..
N i was standing at d edge of bed while he was checking..he didnt offer me to sit also!! Hitler!
I could see his lip curve with a mild smile whenever he put a tick at d end of d sums..who would say by looking at him dat he was in my class only...he was looking lyk a professional tutor...in his spects
He looked up bt without any expression.. "ek sum galat..h..go correct it" he passed me d copy..i was hurt but he didnt apologise..i expected atleast a compliment for all right except one..but he didnt bother.. I looked down n went out of dat room with a gloomy face..
To be cont..
