Marry me, professor!(18+)

Chapter 6- Fractured relation

Vansh's POV 

I walked into the staff room, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. My time with Riddhima had been just what I needed, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure as I thought about her. And then, I saw her, standing by the window, her hair shining in the sunlight, her dress a vibrant red, my favorite color. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a surge of pleasure, my mind still reeling from our last encounter.

But my moment of joy was short-lived, as Gayatri stormed into the room, her eyes blazing with fury. "How long do we keep up this act, Vansh?" she spat, her voice venomous. "I want my revenge, and I want it now."

I knew what she was referring to, her desire for vengeance against Riddhima's uncle, the man who had wronged her in the past. But I also knew that we couldn't let our emotions cloud our judgment, not now, when we were so close to achieving our goal.

"Gayatri, calm down," I said, my voice firm but controlled. "We can't afford to lose our cool now."

But she wouldn't listen, her anger and hurt boiling over. "I want to kill him, Vansh," she said, her eyes flashing with determination. "I want to make him suffer like he made me suffer."

I knew then that I had to silence her, to make her see reason. "Not just any death, Gayatri," I said, my eyes blazing with fury. "A horrible one, one that will make him beg for mercy."

Gayatri's eyes widened in shock, but I knew she understood. 

But then, Gayatri did something that caught me off guard. She hugged me, her body trembling with emotion. "I can't forget what he did to me, Vansh," she whispered. "I can't forget the pain he caused me."

I placed a hand on her head, not saying anything, just letting her know that I was there for her. But then, I saw Riddhima, standing in the doorway, her eyes contorted in pain as she took in the scene before her.

My vision froze, my heart skipping a beat as I realized what she must be thinking. Gayatri pulled away, trying to go after her, but I stopped her. "Let her go," I said, my voice firm. "If she loves me, she'll trust me."

I stood in my room, my eyes fixed on the shattered mirror, my phone lying in pieces on the floor. My anger and frustration had gotten the better of me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the destruction I had caused.

But as I turned to walk away, I saw my mother, Anupriya, standing in the doorway, a look of concern etched on her face. "Vansh, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

I stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, but nothing would come out. I just shook my head, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me. "Nothing, mom," I muttered, trying to brush past her.

But she caught my arm, her grip firm. "Vansh, tell me what's going on," she said, her eyes searching mine. "You've been acting strange for days, and I can see the anger in your eyes. What's happened?"

I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me. I couldn't tell her, couldn't explain the situation with Riddhima. She wouldn't understand, wouldn't know what to say.

"Mom, just leave it," I said, trying to pull away. "I'll handle it."

But she held tight, her eyes never leaving mine. "Vansh, you're my son, and I can see that you're hurting. Let me help you."