AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
Amrit stepped into the sprawling campus of the Singhania Institute of Technology and Arts, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur of the buildings surrounded by lush greenery. The architecture was modern yet inviting, with wide pathways adorned with benches and colourful flower beds. Students bustled around, some engaged in animated conversations while others hurried to their classes.
Finding her way to the designated classroom for PhD students, Amrit hesitated before entering. She noticed groups of students chatting excitedly, forming new connections effortlessly. As an introvert who had always found solace in books rather than socialising, she felt a pang of anxiety at the prospect of making new friends.
Amrit settled into the second seat, adjusting her bag on her lap. The classroom buzzed with the usual morning chatter, but her attention was quickly drawn to a group approaching her.
A group of five students, two boys and three girls, walked up to her, their demeanour exuding an air of ownership and entitlement.
“Ohh hello Miss....this is our seat. Tum hamare group ki ek seat le rahi ho,” one of the boys said, his tone dripping with condescension.
[You are taking a seat of our group.]
Amrit raised an eyebrow, unfazed by their arrogance. “Acha! Aap log ne yahan naam likh kar rakha hai kya apna?” she retorted, her voice steady.
[Is your name written here?]
One of the girls stepped forward, her face twisted in disdain. “Ohh didi, please. Ham kisi low class ladki ke muh nahi lagna chahte. So please, get up.”
[We don't want to talk with a low class girl.]
Amrit’s eyes flashed with anger. “Pehli baat, kiski class kaisi hai wo toh uske baat karne ke tareeke se hi pata chal raha hI. And second thing, aap log mujhe force nahi kar sakte yahan se hatane ke liye. Seat chahiye thi toh pehle aana chahiye tha.”
[First of all, you can tell someone's class by the way they speak. And second thing, you all can't force me to move from here. If you wanted a seat, you should have come earlier.]
The tension in the air was visible, drawing the attention of other students in the room. Just then, another girl, seemingly friendlier, approached Amrit.
“Hey, please don't argue with them,” she said softly, her eyes pleading. “Come, ham dusre seat par chalte hain. Ek seat ki baat hai, apna first day faltu log ke liye kharab mat karo.”
Amrit hesitated for a moment, her pride battling with her desire to avoid unnecessary conflict. Finally, she nodded and stood up, gathering her things. The girl led her to another bench across the room, away from the hostile group.
