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Reyansh's POV
The air in the classroom crackled with tension as I strode in, my eyes scanning the room like a hawk looking for prey.
There she was-Noor Sharma, head bent, fingers fidgeting with her notebook. The sight of her made my blood boil.
How dare she?
I cleared my throat, the sound sharp enough to slice through the murmurs of my students.
"Ms. Sharma!"
Her head snapped up, eyes wide, the color draining from her face.
"Sir, I-"
"Get out!" My voice was cold, slicing through any attempt she might make to defend herself. I didn't want to hear any explanations; the betrayal stung too deeply.
"Sir, please, let me explain," she stammered, desperation lacing her words.
"Now!" I thundered, my patience fraying.
I strode toward her, my hand reaching out, gripping her wrist tightly. She winced, a flicker of pain crossing her features, but I didn't loosen my grip.
I dragged her through the classroom, ignoring the curious glances of my students.
"Sir, you're hurting me!" she pleaded, her voice trembling.
"Good," I muttered, my temper flaring as I shoved open my office door with a forceful shove. She stumbled inside, and I pushed her again, this time harder, causing her to fall to the floor.
A small part of me cringed at the sight of her crumpled figure, but I buried it deep.
"Get up," I commanded, locking the door behind me. My heart raced, anger coursing through my veins like wildfire.
"How dare you pull a stunt like that?"
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and for a moment, I almost faltered. "Sir, please! You don't understand!"
"Don't understand?" I scoffed, pacing in front of her. "I saw your Instagram story, Noor. A picture of me with some girl and a caption that screams 'one-night stand'?
What am I supposed to think?"
"It wasn't me! My ID was hacked!" she cried, her voice breaking. "I swear, I didn't post that!"
"Stop with the excuses!" I barked, the words slipping out before I could rein them in. "If it were just about me, I wouldn't care. But this is about a girl's respect, too. What about her?"
Her face crumpled, tears spilling over her cheeks. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone! Please, just let me show you my phone. I can prove it!"
I shook my head, the coldness wrapping around my heart like a vice. "I'm not in the mood for your games, Ms. Sharma. You've disrespected me, and now you expect me to just forgive you?"
Her sobs echoed in the cramped office, and I felt my resolve wavering. "You don't understand how hard I've worked to keep my reputation intact. Your actions-"
"Sir, please," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I'm begging you to listen."
But I was already pulling out my phone, dialing the principal's number, my heart hammering in my chest. This wasn't just about me anymore; it was about setting an example. "Yes, Sir. I need to speak with you regarding Ms. Sharma's conduct."
I heard the click of the line as I dropped my phone onto the desk. The peon arrived moments later, a slip of paper in hand.
I snatched it and turned toward her, who was staring at me with wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Here," I said, thrusting the paper at her. "Your suspension letter. One week. Think about your actions."
She took the paper, confusion clouding her features. "Suspension? Reyansh, no! You can't do this!"
"Why not? You've put my reputation on the line, Noor. You've made a mockery of me," I shot back, my voice rising. "Pack your things and go home."
Her eyes were pleading, and I could feel the weight of her gaze like a physical force, trying to break through the walls I had built around my heart. "But I didn't do anything wrong!" she protested, her voice trembling.
"Your negligence is what led to this!" I snapped, but even as I said it, a pang of guilt twisted in my gut. It was absurd that her pleas were affecting me so deeply, yet I couldn't show any weakness.
"Ms. Sharma," I said, my tone dropping slightly. "You've put a girl's reputation at risk. I can't just let it slide."
She stood up slowly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, her expression a mix of defiance and hurt. "You're being unreasonable. You're letting your anger cloud your judgment!"
"Maybe I am," I admitted, but I wasn't about to back down. "But this is about more than just you and me. It's about respect."
"Respect?" she echoed, her laughter bitter. "You think you're being respectful by punishing me without even listening? What kind of teacher does that?"
The accusation hung in the air, and I struggled to find a response. "I'm doing what I have to do," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.
"But you don't even know the truth!" she cried, her voice rising. "You're just going to ruin my life over a lie!"
"Your life?" I scoffed, the words bitter on my tongue. "What about mine? You think I enjoy being the subject of gossip because of you?"
"No! I didn't want this!" she shouted back, her face flushed with anger. "I was hacked, Sir! I'm telling you the truth!"
"Enough!" I roared, the walls of my office reverberating with the force of my shout. "You're suspended. End of discussion."
As I turned away from her, my heart raced with the adrenaline of anger and frustration. I could hear her sobs behind me, could see the way her shoulders shook with each breath. The sight twisted my insides.
"Just go," I said, my voice quieter now, almost defeated. "Leave."
She hesitated, her eyes searching mine for something-maybe understanding, maybe forgiveness. But all I could offer was silence.
With a choked sob, she turned and walked out of the office, the sound of her footsteps echoing in my ears like a death knell.
I stood there, staring at the closed door, feeling hollow. Why did her tears affect me so much? I didn't owe her anything, yet the pang of guilt clung to me like a shadow.
I sank into my chair, running a hand through my hair in frustration. I should have been angry, should have felt justified. Instead, I felt like I'd just kicked a puppy.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, the weight of the day pressing down on me.
What had I done? I had made a decision based on anger and hurt, and now I was left with the consequences.
But I couldn't think about that now. I had a class to teach, a reputation to uphold, and a heart that was beginning to betray me.
As I pulled out my lesson plans, I tried to shove the thoughts of Noor from my mind, but her tear-streaked face lingered in the back of my thoughts, haunting me like a ghost.
Maybe I was doing the right thing by punishing her. Maybe she needed to learn a lesson. But deep down, I knew I was just as lost as she was.
3 days later
I slammed the door behind me, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my shoulders. The dim light of my room felt oppressive, almost mocking in its brightness.
I kicked off my shoes, letting them thud against the wall, and sank onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Three days, Three days since I'd seen her animated face in class, her laughter like music that lingered in the air long after it had faded. I should've known better than to give in to my anger, but the memory of that day was still fresh in my mind, replaying like a broken record.
I rubbed my temples, trying to massage the guilt away. The day I suspended her had spiraled out of control.
I could still hear her friends, Arushi and Aarav, pleading their case in my office. Their voices had been desperate, filled with urgency. "Sir, you have to believe us! Noor didn't do this!"
But I hadn't listened. I'd been too consumed by my own irritation, too quick to judge.
I could practically hear Karan's laughter echoing in my mind, a mocking symphony that played over my poor decisions. The way he'd bragged about hacking her ID, all because she dared to say no to him. It churned my stomach just thinking about it.
"Ugh!" I groaned, flinging my arm over my eyes.
The flashback hit me like a wave, dragging me back to that moment.
Flashback
I stormed out of my office, fury igniting in my chest. I was about to leave when I'd overheard Karan.
"She thought she was too good for me. Hacked her account so she'd pay for it. Can you believe that?" He laughed, and his friends joined in, their chuckles ringing hollow in the air.
Flashback ends
How could I have been so reckless? I had punished her for something that wasn't her fault. My heart sank further, the guilt gnawing at me like a persistent rat.
I sat up, shaking off the memories like a bad dream. I needed to make this right. But how? I glanced at my laptop, the screen waiting for my command like a loyal dog.
Then an idea sparked. I could use my tech skills to get back her Instagram account. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try. I needed to reach her.
Three hours later, after an intense battle with codes and passwords, triumph surged through me when I finally cracked it.
"Yes! Take that!" I exclaimed, letting out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.
I quickly changed the password, added my email to her account, and sent her a message on WhatsApp.
"Use this password to log in." I hesitated, my finger hovering over the send button.
What if she didn't want to hear from me? What if I'd ruined everything? "I'm an idiot," I muttered under my breath, but I hit send anyway, hoping against hope that she would forgive me.
I paced the room, my mind racing. Would she even respond? I glanced at my phone every few seconds, tension coiling in my stomach like a spring. I glanced at the clock, the hands moving steadily forward.
"Tomorrow," I whispered to myself. "Tomorrow, I'll make things right."
With a newfound sense of purpose, I drifted into a restless sleep, the echoes of her laughter still lingering in the corners of my mind, a reminder of the chaotic whirlwind that she brought into my life.
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