0 7.   S e ñ o r i t a

The heat of the day has ebbed to a comforting warmth. The sunshine has lost its brightness and the colors of the verandah had softened. My eyes drifted to the cool glass of mixed fruit punch in my hands. I was promenading on the sidewalk outside our home. I chose to hold a couple of books instead of using a bag to carry them.

I bit my lower lip after taking a quick look at the shinny layer of nail paint that was complementary to my thin artistic fingers. Nari displayed her talent on me, she painted my nails or simply added life on them, although I'm not soo much into such girlish stuff today was a special day. The only reason, the only thought that overpowered my mind was about Prof. V.

"Am I doing this to gain his attention?, He's just a professor who's trying to drag me out from the deep depth of the hell, that's it."

I breathed out heavenly.

My mind is so much like the ocean I watch for the incoming ship, calm on the surface with so many deep undercurrents, all of them with their own purpose. Being a "watcher" is the perfect job for a daydreamer like me.
Eyes set to the wide sky, arms resting on the cold metal rail. But the way I saw it they're missing the greatest mysteries of life as they chased the mundane and trip over the details of existence. Waiting here gives me time to let my mind escape the boundaries of the ordinary, to think beyond the offerings of modern time. I pondered the threads that bind one person to another and the wounds that separate. I thought about the origins of good and what "humanity" really is. Waiting here while others do important things is such a gift, a blessing of time.

I wanted to extend a hand of friendship and built a trustworthy relationship with him. Girls always tried one way or another to surround him every time they see him lurking in any corner of the university, their attempt to entrap him fails every time once an inadmissible look dawns upon his face and he knits his eyebrows in disapprobation, his lips curl into a derisive smile, that gives the answer to all of them.

He was only good for me as compared to the rest of the students in our class. I couldn't substantiate as yet but definitely will come up with better over time.

Suddenly, the same black posh car that I saw long back in our university's parking lot halted in front of me. He was looking at me through his half-open window with a mysterious smile that made me nervous somewhere.

"Did I make you wait for long?" His electrifying voice aroused my energy level.

"Luckily enough I got some time for self- introspection, thanks to you Prof. V," I responded happily before getting inside his car. He smiled once again before turning on the engine.

"So, what are your plans after getting graduated? Keeping up with your further studies, or getting married?" The 'or' had an extra prominence, his hands were moving on the steering wheel in a swift manner.

"I don't know exactly what will I do after my graduation? Speaking of, the marriage thing it's never happening anytime soon. I can bet everything on that." I giggled.

"Really? Don't you have a boyfriend? I mean you are so amiable, thoughtful, lovable and cute as well, so am I getting an answer?" He said tentatively.

"You just said cute, didn't you?" I repeated the word in disbelief, hiding my laugh under the facade of a tough girl.

"Why? What's wrong with that? girls love when you call them cute." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Eh.. cute is not the exact problem but since I'm about to finish my post-graduation, I would love if people consider me as a more matured person than a cute girl with a lollipop in her hand," I explained to him my part, a broken laugh escaped my lips.

"Hilarious. " He laughed endlessly.

***

"And that's how you will get the right answer. Practice it on a daily basis." He clasped both the hands in accomplishment.

I was sitting in the drawing-room across him. I opened my notebook and grabbed a pen in my hand. I began tapping my feet rapidly after sensing the way his eyes raved over my body. He was scanning me to be precise with the words, he started chewing his cuticles but never stopped his activity of shamelessly checking me out.

"Prof, I think it's enough for today." I stood up, picking my stuff up and moving towards the door.

Suddenly he grabbed my arm from behind, making me turn around to face him. His eyes were burning up with the flame of lust, passion and the thirst for something called sexual desire.

And after a few seconds, he cupped my face with one hand and attempted to kiss me, but it was for a mere second that his lips touched mine. The books dropped down from my hands as I finally pushed him away with a much greater force, which made him aware of my alertness.

I cowered down to pick them up and so did he, but his movements were very slow as compared to mine. He was glaring at me as if he waiting for me to leave the stuff thereat and kiss him back. But I wouldn't do that, at least not in this lifetime.

My face flustered and I felt my knees go weak, they felt like jelly. The hair on my body rose up because I never thought that would hit on me this early.

Before I could twist the knob of the main door he stopped me by saying "Wait! I will drop you back." He said, his tone was showing that he was embarrassed about the previous mishap.

**

I got off the car immediately, yanking my books to my chest. I marched inside, without looking back or even saying 'thank you' to him.

Taehyung

I was leaning on my car, hammering my fist on the roof of the car aggressively.

"Fuck! Taehyung, you have to win her trust, don't have to try putting my p in her v. I'm being a dick. I'm ruining my own plans. What if she runs away from me?" I clenched my jaw fiercely.

I have to make her fall in immense love with me and that should be my priority, no feelings only fake love.

I fetched my phone from the pocket of my jeans and messaged a random girl.

"Señorita, come and get this pita."

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Word count - 1137
Captain's note- Seems like Prof. V's plans are backfiring him.
Rofl.