Mehtab's POV
Today, I have to go to my new college to complete my unfinished studies. I wonder how they even agreed to admit me amidst everything. It seems my father has once again used his money to pull some strings. Of course, he has.
Knock knock.
"Who is it?"
"Bibi ji, your breakfast is ready."
"Yes, Aunty, I'll be there in ten minutes."
Come on, Mehtab, think about all this later. Don’t be late on the first day, and I need to keep my mood in check. Otherwise...
I tied my hair into a high ponytail. I must admit, I look good in this new uniform. After applying lip balm and moisturizer and taking a final look in the mirror, I am ready to go.
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Finally, I reached the college.
"Bibi ji, please wait. I will come to pick you up," Driver Uncle said with a smile.
"Okay, Uncle," I replied.
Isn't it strange how strangers can be more comforting than our own? Yes, it's their job, but still...
As soon as I entered the college, a woman in her early forties approached me.
"The principal is waiting for you," she said, not even sparing me a glance.
I need to leave this college with a good reputation, so I greeted her with a polite smile. But without responding, she just gestured with her hand, as if saying, Hurry up.
At least she could've smiled. Huff!
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Principal's Office
When I entered, two men were sitting inside.
I think... this bald, chubby man is probably the principal. Of course, he is—he’s sitting in the principal’s chair. But who is this other guy? Average height, strange hairstyle, small mustache... Funny.
"Assalamualaikum," I greeted both of them.
"Wa Alaikum Assalam, Mehtab," the principal responded and continued, "Meet your homeroom teacher. He will show you to class, and you can ask him anything about your studies."
I simply nodded.
As we walked towards the class, the teacher asked, "Mehtab, do you like the college?"
Come on, man, I’ve only seen the principal's office.
As if reading my mind, he added, "Oh, sorry! You haven't even seen the college yet."
How thoughtful.
"It's okay, I'll ask someone in class to show you around," he continued.
"Thank you, sir."
"All official formalities for your admission are completed, so you can join the class from today onwards."
Yeah, yeah, I know. That's why I came in uniform.
"Sure, sir," I replied.
As soon as we entered the class, all the students greeted the teacher. I have to admit, these people seem very active. The teacher asked me to introduce myself, so I gave a short intro. But their expressions… I can’t tell if they’re genuinely smiling or not.
Yes, yes, as you are very genuine, my subconscious mocked.
"Kyun sir, abhi tak apko salary nahi mili kya?" (Why haven’t you received your salary yet, sir?)
This guy—this guy is genuine. But he has no filter.
Now I have to find a seat beside someone who won't disturb me or expect anything from me. If I had joined from the beginning, maybe I would have taken some interest, but I don’t have time for all this, and I don’t want to transfer again.
After scanning the entire class… Yes, found one.
Look at his courage—he's sleeping in class. I took a step toward him, but the guy with no filter, sitting right in front of him, noticed and immediately shoved his benchmate aside to offer me a seat.
Aww! But loyalty is important too. Who knows if tomorrow he’ll shove me like that? Too risky. I don’t think any teacher likes him either, so I ignored him and moved forward.
"Excuse me," I said.
The sleeping guy finally opened his eyes, and I was like, Oh look, he's alive.
He lifted his face from the desk and gave me such a rude expression.
"Can I sit here?"
The nerve of this guy!
He turned his face away and pretended to sleep again. My anger was rising from my head while embarrassment seeped from my toes.
"Don't worry, you can sit with me."
Sister! You came at the right time and saved not me but this Kumbhkaran (deep sleeper).
She led me to her desk. The class is quite big, with three rows of two-seater benches. My seat is on the fourth bench in the middle row. That sleeping guy is sitting at the last bench of the first row, the sixth bench. Oh, sorry, he's still sleeping.
"Hi, my name is Maseera Baig," she introduced herself.
I turned towards her. She had an innocent smile, cat-like eyes—probably enhanced by her eyeliner—and light brown hair falling to her shoulders, styled with a cute clip in a side partition.
If I wore such a clip, I’d look like a joker, but she looks cute. She’s quite slim compared to me.
Why are you comparing yourself to her? You’re the best. But she is pretty.
"What happened? Is there a problem?" Maseera asked.
I took a deep breath, wondering what to say.
"Yes! No, actually—"
"Maseera," someone called her.
Thank God.
"Yes, Izhar?" she responded.
"I... umm..." Izhar hesitated.
"No, I meant..." he corrected himself.
"Yes, you meant?" Maseera teased.
I watched them, strangely interested in their conversation. This guy was building suspense, and I couldn’t control my curiosity.
Thud!
Maseera turned towards me.
"Are you okay, Mehtab?"
"Oh! Sorry for interrupting," I replied.
Mehtab, why did you have to vent your frustration on the bench? Oh, God. And this girl—Maseera—has so much patience.
"Izhar, were you saying something?" Maseera inquired.
"Yes, sir is calling you". Izhar lied.
It's a lie, it's written all over his face, he is lying.
"Okay, thank you, Izhar."
"Huh! Oh, welcome."
Why is he so nervous?
"Izhar," Maseera called.
"Yes," he looked at me.
"Not me, Maseera is calling you," I clarified.
"Maseera?"
"Yes, look there," I gestured towards Maseera,Who is standing near the door.
"Where is the teacher?" Maseera asked.
"In the staff room," Izhar replied.
"Thanks," she said with a cute smile. Shut up, Mehtab, you are straight, but this girl is cute, and why is Izhar blushing? Because he is straight too my subconscious mocked me.
Oh, today was quite a busy day, and Maseera helped me a lot. Now it's finally time to go home, so I quickly packed my bag.
"Mehtab," Maseera called.
"Yes?"
"Take these notes,they will help you a lot," she said.
I gave her a confused look. Now I'm starting to doubt whether this cute and kind act is not an advantage-seeking behavior.
"Don't worry. The teacher asked me to give them to you, after all, I am the class representative," she assured.
"Oh, thank you so much. I'll return them soon."
"Okay, see you tomorrow," she said.
" Ok, bye"I replied.
Saying this, she went to that "Kumbhkaran" who was still asleep. How can someone sleep so much? She tapped his shoulder and said something. Finally, he woke up, and now they are going outside. Maseera waved at me from a distance.
I smiled back at her, and then I also left the classroom.
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