• Mishti •

The next morning, I decided to wear a saree. It wasn't a special occasion, but sometimes I just felt like dressing up. I chose a white saree with black dots, simple yet elegant. After draping it carefully and adding a pair of matching earrings, I admired my reflection. Satisfied, I made my way to the society's parking lot.

Her outfit

The drive to school was quick, as usual. Teachers had to arrive an hour before the students, so the campus was still relatively quiet when I got there. I headed straight to the Commerce department, greeting the English teacher, Ms. Riya, with a smile as I passed by. She returned the smile warmly, and I continued to my cabin.

Settling in, I realized I had an hour to kill before classes started. I decided to scroll through Instagram, a habit I picked up recently. My feed was full of updates from friends and acquaintances-social bees buzzing about their lives. I chuckled at some of the posts, marveling at how people could share so much.

After a few minutes, I decided to check up on the assignments I had given out. I was just starting to go through them when my phone rang. The screen lit up with "Nooriee," my brother Prabhnoor's childhood nickname. A smile spread across my face as I picked up the call.

"Hello, Nooriee!" I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Hey, Mishti!" came his cheerful reply. "How's my favorite sister doing?"

" Vdiya ek dum tu dass , parjayi kivein aa " I teased.
( I'm doing good , you tell . How's bhabhi doing?)

"Parjaayi vdiya tu das Munda shunda vekheya koi ? Hmmm hmm" he said with a teasing tone .
(Bhabhi is well , you tell are you seeing a boy hmmm)

"Mai mundeya nu ni vekhdi , Munde menu vekhde aa "
( I don't see boys , boys see me )

" Asha , phr taan mumbai de mundeya di aankhaan khrab ne "
( Ok , then boys in Mumbai probably don't have good eyes )

" Haina , bilkul menu vi aahi lageya pr bhi parjaayi ne tere vich ki vekh leya hain. "
( Correct, I thought the same but then brother what did bhabhi see in you )

" Hahahaaa " he mocked me .

I laughed at him " vyaah kado krona "
( So , when's the wedding ?)

" Bas karn lga m propose hunn "
( I'm proposing her )

" Hain schii , Changi tarah naal kri vrna othe aake tere tangaan na todiyaan m"
( What really? Propose her beautifully otherwise I'll break your legs when I'll come there )

" Aaho , hun Marvel women na ban "
( Yes women , now don't become Marvel women )

" Chal chal ave "

" Ha ha haasa ni aya mishti "
( Do I have to laugh mishti )

" Bandaara nu hasa ni aunda ,
Chal changa m krdi call shami theek"
( Monkeys don't laugh , okay I'll call you in the evening )

" Changa bandariye "
( Okay Female monkey )

Author - LOL DO WE HAVE A WORD FOR FEMALE MONKEY ????

" Tu bandar da sardar ve "
(You monkey)

" Dasda tenu m rokja "
( Wait I'll tell you )

" Dasdi aan m vi phr "
( Yes , wait I'll also tell you )

And we both laughed at each other and finally ended the call .

I put my phone down, feeling a sense of warmth. Talking to Prabhnoor always lifted my spirits. With renewed energy, I turned back to my assignments, ready to tackle the day ahead.

As I was focusing on my assignment, I heard a noise of someone settling things nearby. Raising my eyes, I saw him-Mr. Abir Malhotra-the man who was the reason I couldn't sleep last night. He took his seat adjacent to mine and smiled at me. I returned the smile before refocusing on my work.

That's when my phone buzzed with a text from my sister.

"BHEN, VEERA IS PROPOSING HER," the message read.

I chuckled at the message and quickly replied, "I know."

Almost immediately, she sent me a GIF followed by another text: "Shami gal krde aan."

( Will talk to you in the evening)

I smiled and replied with an okay.

Feeling a mix of amusement and anticipation, I glanced over at Abir, who seemed engrossed in his own work. For a brief moment, I wondered what he was thinking. Then, with a small sigh, I returned to my assignments, trying to push thoughts of him out of my mind.

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•Abir•

I entered our department and saw that she was the only one there, engrossed in her conversation. And Damn me I'm dead I'm dead because she's wearing a saree . Wait is she planning to kill someone ?
Because right now I'm that someone !

She was laughing and teasing the person on the call, her smile lighting up the room.

Who's making her smile this much? She never smiled like this around me. A pang of jealousy shot through me.

Not wanting to disturb her, I stood there for a moment before settling into my seat adjacent to hers. She ended her call, and I smiled at her. She reciprocated with that heart-stopping smile of hers.

Yaar, inki ye smile! Mohotarma ko pata nahi hai, but main pagal ho raha hoon!

She even appeared in my dreams last night, telling me to take her somewhere. We were almost there, and she was wearing a beautiful pink suit. Just as we were about to reach our destination, my alarm woke me up. Itna gussa aaya na mujhe.

I tried to focus on my work, but when her phone pinged with a text, I couldn't help but glance over. It said it was from "ESH" with a bow emoji. Who's this ESH?

I was about to see the message, but she took her phone in her hands before I could read it.

Shrugging off my curiosity, I decided to start a conversation. I leaned slightly towards her.

"Mishti, yaar, kal raat ko aap mere sapne mein aayi thi."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh really? Aur main wahan kya kar rahi thi?"

I smirked. "Mujhe keh rahi thi ki mujhe tumhe kahin le jaana hai. Bas, hum pohonchne hi wale the aur mera alarm baj gaya."

She chuckled, "Kahan le jaana tha mujhe?"

I leaned in a bit closer, a playful glint in my eyes. "Pata nahi, sapne mein aap hi toh keh rahi thi. Waise bhi, ab aap hi batao, main aapko kahan le ja sakta hoon?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Abir, aap na, bahut filmy ho."

I placed my hand over my heart dramatically. "Filmy? Nahin, main toh bas saccha aashiq hoon."

She rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly enjoying the banter. "Saccha aashiq, huh? Achha, yeh batao, aapko kaise pata ki main kal raat ko aapke sapne mein thi? Mtlb mister aap sure h m hi thi "

I gave her a mischievous look. "Arre, aapki muskuraahat itni yaadgaar thi ki subah uthte hi aapki yaad aa gayi."

She blushed slightly, looking down. "Achha, ab kaam karne do."

"Bilkul, Mishti ma'am," I said with a mock salute. "Lekin ek baat batao, yeh ESH kaun hai jo tumhe itna hasata hai?"

She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. "Jealous much, Mr. Malhotra?"

"Baat jalne ki nahi hai, bas curiosity ki hai," I replied, leaning back and grinning.

"ESH mere bhen ka nickname hai," she said, laughing.

I chuckled, relieved. "Accha, toh isliye itni hasi thi. Main toh samjha koi aur hai."

"Nahi, koi aur nahi," she said, her eyes twinkling.

We shared a light moment, the air between us filled with unspoken emotions. I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness with her that I hadn't before. Maybe, just maybe, there was something more between us.

Soon enough, the classes started, and I headed towards Class XII, where I am their class teacher. As I approached, I saw the students standing in a circle, intently focused on something.

"What's happening here?" I asked, my tone stern but curious.

"Nothing, sir. Kuch nahi," they chorused, quickly scattering to their respective seats. Suspicious, but I let it slide for now.

I conducted my period, distributing sheets to the students. As I was wrapping up, I noticed her standing outside the classroom, probably waiting for the bell to ring. Her presence always seemed to bring a sense of calm and order, even from outside the room.

Soon enough, the bell rang, and she walked in, heading straight for the podium. I continued handing out the last few sheets when Rohan, one of the more cheeky students, couldn't resist a comment.

" Hello ma'am can I say something?"

" Yes , please Rohan " She said curiously.

"Miss, are you a bank loan . Because you got my interest." he said with a grin.

She laughed, " Rohan , but I would be very glad if you could just find the accurate interest in your accountancy book "

I cleared my throat, stepping in before things could get any further out of hand.

"Rohan, that's enough. Focus on your work," I said, trying to keep my tone firm but not harsh.

The class quieted down, and I handed out the last of the sheets. As I did, I couldn't help but glance over at her. She was smiling, clearly amused by the situation, and it was contagious. I found myself smiling too, despite my best efforts to remain professional.

With the sheets distributed, I turned my attention back to the class. "Alright, everyone, I'll distribute the rest in your free period . And Rohan, keep the flirting to a minimum, please."

The class chuckled, and I saw her smile again. As she took over, I stepped back, letting her command the room. It was moments like these that made me appreciate her presence even more, both in the classroom and in my life.

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Her period was over, and I stood outside the classroom with a complaint against a student. Nikhil had misbehaved with Ms. Riya, the English teacher. Ms.Riya stood beside me, trying to make conversation. I usually don't talk much, but she always tries to engage with me. Not wanting to be rude, I tried to indulge in her conversations, but I just couldn't focus. She stood close enough to touch my shoulder, and I couldn't help but wonder why she was being so touchy.

I subtly moved away, maintaining a bit of distance. Did I misinterpret her actions? The period ended, but it was Mishti's period again. She had two periods this week.

"OKAY EVERYONE, 10 MINUTES BREAK. YOU CAN HAVE WATER," she announced, opening the classroom door. Her hair was tied up in a clutcher. Damn.

How am I supposed to scold a student with her standing right in front of me, looking like that?

She raised her eyebrows in confusion, seeing both Ms. Riya and me there. I was staring at her when Ms. Riya spoke up.

"Mishti, we wanted to talk to one of the students, if you excuse us."

"Yeah, of course," Mishti replied.

We moved inside the class, and I called out for Nikhil. He tried to defend himself, but Ms. Riya wouldn't let him speak. That's when Mishti stepped in.

"Nikhil, tell us why you misbehaved."

"Miss, I didn't misbehave with her. She refused to let me in the class just because I was a minute or probably a second late. And then she didn't even check my answers," Nikhil explained.

I glanced at Ms. Riya, who was giving Nikhil an intimidating look. Mishti intervened.

"Cool enough, Nikhil. You didn't misbehave, but if she felt disrespected by your actions, then you must apologize. Saying sorry won't make you a smaller person, right?" She smiled at him.

Nikhil looked at her and apologized to Ms. Riya.

"Okay, Ms. Riya got your apology. Now, if you excuse us, the last 15 minutes are left in my class. Can I teach if your majesty allows me?" Mishti said sarcastically. Ms. Riya's daily tactics of pointing out children irritated Mishti because the kids preferred her over Ms. Riya.

Mishti smiled at me, and I smiled back. We exited the class, and I went straight to my next one. I couldn't help but think about her. She's truly something else.

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