Get out of my class.....
565 Words
Story Till Now...
So far, you have read about a middle-class family living in a narrow lane, where playful banter and affection fill the air.
Now, moving further...
As soon as that sweet, teasing voice reached Shobha’s ears, her jaw dropped, and Lokesh couldn’t hold back his smile. Shobha turned to him, her eyes narrowing in irritation.
"So, you’re enjoying this too, aren’t you? Making fun of me! Just wait—I’ll deal with you later. First, let me handle this girl!"
Saying this, she spun around, her eyes landing on a young girl. The girl appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. Dressed in jeans and a kurta top, her hair tied neatly in a ponytail, she radiated youthful charm with her healthy skin and cute demeanor. But at that moment, a mischievous smile danced on her lips as she looked at her mother with playful eyes.
Turning to Lokesh, the girl said cheekily,
"Dad, how do you always get trapped in Mom’s sweet talk? Don’t you know she gets all the housework done by flattering you every day?"
Shobha glared at her daughter, her eyes narrowing further. With mock irritation, she retorted,
"Yes, of course! Your father is so innocent—he falls for my tricks. And anyway, this house is mine. You both are just tenants!"
With that, she stormed out of the kitchen and headed toward her room. The girl, unable to resist teasing further, followed her mother and chimed in,
"Oh no, Mom, Dad isn’t innocent! It’s just that you’re too clever!"
The girl burst into laughter as she said this, but her amusement didn’t last long. When she looked up, Shobha was staring at her with an icy glare. Her laughter stopped instantly, replaced by an awkward silence.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city...
In the last row of a large classroom, a boy sat lost in his own world. The room was packed with students, yet pin-drop silence reigned, broken only by the professor’s voice and the soft scratching of chalk against the board. While the rest of the class was focused on the lecture, this boy had his head down, engrossed in sketching something on a piece of paper.
The boy next to him nudged him and whispered,
"Yaar, Chaitanya ! The professor is watching you, bro."
Hearing this, Chaitanya looked up slowly, only to find the professor glaring at him, arms folded across his chest. Realising he was caught, Chaitanya sighed deeply and stood up, ready to face the consequences.
The professor’s voice thundered across the room, filled with anger.
"Pick up your stuff and get out of my class! It’s because of useless students like you that the whole class gets a bad name."
Chaitanya didn’t utter a word. He calmly packed his belongings into his bag and began walking toward the door. His tall frame, dark complexion, and well-built physique drew the attention of many in the class. He was undeniably good-looking, but his expression remained serious, his eyes deep and unreadable, like a quiet ocean.
Without a word, he exited the classroom and headed toward the school ground, his mind still preoccupied.
What happens next?
What will Shobha do with her mischievous daughter? And who is this mysterious boy, Chaitanya? What was he drawing so intently? To uncover the next twist, read Am I Mona Lisa? with me, Shalini Chaudhary.
- Writer
