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...
Akshat was about to enter the classroom when he felt someone tap his shoulder. Turning around, he found Arpita standing there with a wide, cheerful smile on her face.
“Hello, Akshat Sir…oops, sorry, I mean Akshat,” Arpita said, her tone teasing yet playful.
“Hello,” Akshat replied curtly, his disinterest evident in his tone.
“So, if your lecture is done, shall we head to the canteen?” Arpita asked, her smile unwavering.
“No, I have some work to do, and if I want to eat something, I’ll go alone. Please, you can go,” Akshat replied, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
“Come on, Akshat, don’t be so rude!” Arpita said, trying to maintain her charm.
At that moment, Akshat’s eyes drifted behind Arpita and spotted Amrit standing a few steps away. Her expression was far from pleased; in fact, she looked downright furious as she observed the interaction.
“Excuse me, I have some important work,” Akshat said abruptly, turning back to Arpita.
“Actually, Akshat, I don’t have your number. Could you please share it with me?” Arpita asked, her voice sweet yet persistent.
From the corner, Vidya whispered to Amrit, loud enough to be heard, “Dekh rahi hai iss chudail ko? Kabse sir ke peeche padi hai. Bechare ki jaan nahi chhodti!”
Amrit’s frown deepened, and her irritation was palpable.
“What are you thinking, Akshat?” Arpita asked, still hopeful for an answer.
Before Akshat could respond, Amrit and Vidya walked up to them. Amrit, wearing an indifferent expression, interrupted the conversation.
“Sir, mujhe ye topic aap dobara samjha denge kya?” she asked, her gaze cold as she glanced at Arpita.
Arpita’s patience seemed to snap. “Jab wo class mein explain karte hain, tab toh tum jaise log baith kar masti aur gossip karte ho. Phir yahan aa jaate ho pareshan karne!”
Akshat’s calm but sharp voice cut through the tension. “Excuse me. First of all, maine khud apne students ko permission di hai ki agar unhe koi doubt ho toh wo kisi bhi time puchhein. And second, Amrit is a talented student who always focuses in class. Agar usse kuch samajh nahi aaya, toh it’s my duty to explain it to her. Usne aapse nahi pucha jo aap itni irritate ho rahi hain.”
His words left Arpita speechless. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she quickly backtracked. “Oh…I’m sorry, Akshat. Chalo, bye!” she said awkwardly before walking away.
As the tension dissolved, Akshat turned to Amrit with a softer expression. “Haan, batao, kya puchna tha?”
Amrit, however, looked unimpressed. Without saying a word, she snatched the book from his hand and walked off, leaving Akshat standing there, utterly confused and a little taken aback.